tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199002024-03-14T03:57:12.131-04:00cat's weblogErratically updated blurbs on the life and times o'catcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.comBlogger741125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-24951999023542794842022-03-15T14:08:00.000-04:002022-03-15T14:08:00.994-04:00it's a long way to the top if ya wanna rocknrollListening to:ac/dc obvReading:A Brief History of Everyone Who Ever LivedWeather:60, partly sunnyRandom post. Haven't posted here in so long and it just wandered back into my consciousness so *plink.*
Crocuses blooming here today.
So I've got that goin for me.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-41828767647652808992021-10-16T20:57:00.003-04:002021-10-16T20:58:03.686-04:00Linda Gurney and the golden era of motownListening to:Blood and Roses, SmithereensReading:Tall Tales & Short Stories from a Singer’s Life & Imagination
by Janis-Rozena PeriWeather:53, first day under 80 in a monthAgain a death inspires me to dust off the old blog. Tonight it's Linda Gurney.
I met Linda when I came to WVU for undergrad. I don't remember exactly when, but I'm guessing I was a freshman or sophomore. I found my way downtowncathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-26961799142301739392021-03-31T09:03:00.004-04:002021-03-31T09:03:38.363-04:00No snow this MarchListening to:Take On Me, Aha, in my headReading:Seveneves, Neal StephensonWeather:rain, 54 Temps to drop tonight, maybe it'll snow before midnight. Expecting an inch tomorrow, the daffodil snow.
Got shot #1 pfizer, getting shot #2 next week, then in two weeks I should be at peak immmunity for covid which I shall call c19. But the variants are creeping in, and our numbers have been going back up cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-68970257630674634052020-06-29T12:57:00.003-04:002020-06-29T12:57:53.351-04:00covid2020
Listening to:gov jj's daily fireside covidchat turned campaign yammer
Reading:Confessions of an Economic Hitman
Weather:80, mostly sunny
I've been keeping a covid bujo since midMarch when wv got it's first case. Been working from home mostly since then. We're still in a steep upward curve of new cases and deaths in WV and in the nation. Wondering about the future, wondering if there will cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-84674238419428885722020-01-08T16:45:00.000-05:002020-01-08T16:45:05.037-05:00not a single post in 2019
Listening to:Foreigner unplugged StarRider
Reading:Little Book of Restorative Justice
Weather:34, windy, clearThe hell. I slacked for an entire calendar year+. I blame it on social media wasting/taking up my typeytype time. Weak, I know.
It's 2020, time for some resolutions, I suppose. I saw an interesting one (on social media, for the record) that I have already been halfheartedly trying. Cook cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-81093799681546065132018-10-08T08:54:00.000-04:002018-10-08T08:54:10.344-04:00getting paid to not work on john lennon day
Listening to:zebra, tell me what you want
Reading:the shitty news
Weather:crazy hot and humid
One of the first executive directorish things I did when I became exec director back like 20 yrs ago where I work is propose to the board that we change our holiday policy to celebrate John Lennon day on the second monday in october instead of columbus day. It was liberal hip to hate christopher cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-79207208515598625342018-09-08T18:49:00.000-04:002018-09-08T18:51:25.564-04:002018 tech check
Listening to:rain and wind
Reading:How to Change Your Mind by Michael Pollan
Weather:rain and wind
Still don't carry a cellphone. I am the last one on earth.
But I did get a battery-powered self-propelled electric lawnmower, a Honda Insight hybrid car, and a Sonos wifi speaker with Alexa this year.
The lawn mower: pretty sweet. Quiet. 1 hr battery life and 1 hr to charge, came with one battery cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-10878280901001541942018-01-21T14:02:00.001-05:002018-01-21T14:02:16.755-05:00rainy day John Prine still kinda sucks
Listening to:Chris Thile's radio showwww.livefromhere.org
Reading:The Lost Prayers of Ricky Graves
Weather:50,
rainyIt's a new year and I don't have a dad anymore. It happens to just about everybody, your dad dies. Mine died in September so I'm still in that year of firsts and still having those moments of "my dad might be interested in that, I'll call and tell him. . ." oh yeah, nope.
We're cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-58320788424694584572017-09-23T16:28:00.001-04:002018-01-21T14:19:58.877-05:00what I've learned about chestnuts
Listening to:public radio
Reading:Sapiens
Weather:85, breeze, sunny
The autumnal equinox was only 24 hrs ago and it's warmer than many days we had this summer. Hurricanes have been pounding the Atlantic islands and gulf states and we've been under a lovely dome of high pressure for weeks here. Lake McConnerd is fully dried up.
Good garden year, great one, really, Larry has been cranking out the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-64920012442398695342017-09-06T18:48:00.003-04:002017-09-06T18:50:57.419-04:00Goodbye, Dad
Listening to:my rooster crow
Reading:Being Mortal by Atul Gawande
Weather:66, partly cloudy, anticipating Hurricane Irma
Harrison Fargo McConnell died September 1, 2017 at age 82 after a brief hospital stay near his home in Manassas, Virginia.
He is survived by his daughter Catherine McConnell (Lawrence Boland), granddaughter Olivia McConnell, and ex-wife Susan Longstreet whose special care cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-57980045635631495032017-08-26T09:37:00.001-04:002017-08-26T09:38:10.345-04:00
Listening to:audio book
Reading:Hope's Boy by Andrew Bridge
Weather:57,
sunny
Hurricane Harvey is moving slowly over Corpus Christie dumping what might be 40 inches of rain over the next several days. It's sunny cool and gorgeous here, the middle of a sweet week of it. I've got cornbread in the oven in an old cast iron pan I restored, the batter has honey pickled cherry peppers and corn from thecathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-5979966379423570872017-01-14T09:28:00.001-05:002017-01-14T09:31:53.848-05:00a celebrity in Arden dies
Listening to:fridge hum, rain fall
Reading:White Trash: 400 yr untold history of class in america
Weather:33, rainy
Zeb died last weekend. He lived with his mom Patsy along the grade in Arden, where a creek came down a steep hill into the Tygart. Til his mom died years ago, anyway. Then it was just him and his hetero lifemate Jimbob. Jimbob, guitar player and singer, jack of various supervisorycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-91792729562610323922016-09-18T15:14:00.000-04:002016-09-18T15:14:21.023-04:00the snakes were getting thirsty
Listening to:Big Country
Reading:just finished Hillbilly Elegy
Weather:rainy front, 77Good it finally rained some, it was getting pretty dry around here. Haven't seen any snakes but it was just a matter of time. Though perhaps the gazillion cats living in and around my porch kept them away.
I don't blog much anymore, I guess I get my expressive yaya's out by my near daily facebook rants/raves/cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-92112970492103665882016-09-07T08:10:00.001-04:002016-09-07T11:33:44.354-04:00things are black and white in the barnyard
Listening to:tv noise
Reading:Paw Paw, forgotten fruit
Weather:foggy, 62
This summer I've got 2 hens and a bunch of cats. My hens are a silver-laced Wyandotte and a light Brahma. The cats are all tuxedos except 2 all black and 2 all white. There is no red, orange, gray, or any other color out here amongst these animals but black and white.
None of this color scheme was planned, it just cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-41535269943070449032015-12-23T07:59:00.001-05:002015-12-23T08:03:03.470-05:00I'll just leave this here
Listening to:jingle bell rock
Reading:superbetter by jane mcgonigal
Weather:a crazy 60 and overcast
cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-30647584637732330732015-11-10T05:50:00.002-05:002015-11-10T05:50:48.389-05:00not on Rex Manning Day!!
Listening to:car wheels on wet road
Reading:The Moral Arc, Shermer
Weather:rainy, 53No snow yet this year. But you know it's coming. Time to build a kitty shack on the porch for my too many cats. Mary and Kate, the white girls with a blue eye and a gold eye, keep tagging along with their mama black Peaches as if they aren't full grown and bigger than her. But Tupac, Biggie, Bootsy Collins, and cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-81699658670116402832014-11-29T08:28:00.001-05:002014-11-29T08:30:41.670-05:00A kid goes to camp
Listening to:Queen, Jazz
Reading:Daddy, What's the Middle Class?
Weather:21, a few inches of snow on the ground
I was lucky enough to get to go to camp when I was a kid. I think I was about 12 yrs old when I went to Appel Farm in rural southern Jersey for 3 weeks. It was a performing arts camp, all about music, theater, dance. But it was on a farm, so there was fresh food growing and our bunks cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-52886065941291168582014-09-28T08:22:00.002-04:002014-09-28T08:22:22.764-04:00spectacular early fall
Listening to:birdsong
Reading:Year Zero: A Novel
Weather:48, sunny
Sunny, warm days, cool nights, sugar maples just starting to turn. We are still canning beans every weekend, every weekend Larry says "I think the beans are about done." Pickled beets and peppers well underway. I canned some peach (from Romney) and apple (from my yard) pie fillings after discovering Clear Jel is the ticket for cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-43497382421827830482014-07-12T12:41:00.000-04:002014-07-12T12:41:21.281-04:00hoe handles, copperheads, and guinea hens
Listening to:Penn's Sunday SchoolReading:The STARLING Connection by Theodore WebbWeather:82, sunnyI got invited to participate in a panel at a supergroovy conference about LGBT and rural yesterday. It was sponsored by the National Center for Lesbian Rights and the USDA, among others. The conference was in Lost River, WV. Wha? Where's Lost River? Exactly. That's the point.
If I say the conferencecathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-11882818662766166342014-04-02T14:38:00.002-04:002014-04-02T14:38:38.553-04:00random
Listening to:downtown traffic
Reading:The Price of Justice, Leamer
Weather:50+, cloudyJust stopped in to see what condition my condition was in. A 93 yr old client told me a red-bellied woodpecker she's been feeding suet to in the winter landed on her shoulder. She is a total badass.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-23208258756697547022013-12-19T17:38:00.003-05:002013-12-19T17:39:34.764-05:00missing Joey Gatski
Listening to:Most Likely You'll Go Your Way and I'll Go Mine, Dylan and the BandReading:Gandhi by Chuck DiSalvo
Weather:53, sunny
I heard others say he told them "call me Joseph." He never told me that. He put up with me calling him Joey all the years I knew him.
The sun came out today, so welcome and warm, here in the darkest part of the year and after days and days of overcast skies and a verycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-690503891920590902013-08-30T09:12:00.001-04:002013-08-30T09:12:18.487-04:00I L'd OL, I amuse myself so easily
Listening to:washing machine rumble
Reading:Cooked
Weather:a glorious sunny 70
Not in a dirty way, you perv. I was just flipping back randomly, well almost randomly, through my old blog posts, mostly looking at entries from this time of year in previous years. This even though as Kerouac rightly says, comparisons are odious. But I saw this one and thought it was rather hilarious. cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-43304111537859788092013-08-28T07:52:00.001-04:002013-08-28T07:54:27.649-04:00remembering the library
Listening to:morning edition
Reading:Cooked
Weather:never stops raining
An old friend who is a college librarian posted a link to a place to nominate somebody for an I Love My Librarian award. It reminded me of the library. When was the last time you went to one? Don't get me wrong, I look shit up all the time, but rarely go to the library to do it. I actually did hit up Wise Library at WVU a cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-73115260342430191182013-05-02T15:18:00.001-04:002013-05-02T15:18:22.159-04:00jonesing for a swimdata, a photo by justpeace on Flickr.It's not even hot yet. It's just past May Day, perfect springtime clear skies and mild temps. But I'm itching to jump into my favorite swimming hole, right down the road from my house. Seeing this, aren't you?cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819900.post-91962975517903841262013-04-25T11:21:00.001-04:002013-04-25T11:31:03.612-04:00sweet sweetness
Listening to: Crowded House, It's Only Natural
Reading:Creating A Godless Community by Jesse Smith
Weather: fuckin stunning beautiful 50's sunny
Spring is the sweetest season. Literally. The greens are so sweet when they are new and tiny. Try eating dandelion greens in July, that shit is bitter nasty. But now, delightful. My apple trees are blooming, the light pink blossoms smell sweet and cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06287798102000826109noreply@blogger.com0