Neanderpundit

that sends the frozen ground swell under it
and topples upper boulders in the sun
and makes gaps even two can pass abreast

Love the Frost poem, can still recite most of it from memory.

Me, these days, walls are touchy subjects- I’m building a retaining wall in the backyard and it’s kicking my ass. This sucker is needed- I had a bunch of work done last year to re-level the house and I don’t want it to slide back down the hill again. It’s going to look great, but sometimes it’s amazing I wake up in the morning- the aches and pains are beating me senseless. Ok, More senseless. Still, it’s going to look great when it’s done, and I have a special sense of connectedness with Mr Frost as I toil. I’ll post more pictures as it progresses, but for now, I’m happy to make it through the day.

This is an official NRA 50 foot smallbore rifle target.

Go out and buy some, or order some from these guys, and take out your best 22 rifle and practice. For the record, it is an A-36.
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Rachel has left us. Again. I kept going back, every day. I went back to old entries and enjoyed them. I read what she wrote whenever I could.

Her last post is here.

Her work involves hours and hours of typing, and I understand how she must feel. She claims she never had anything original to say, which was stark raving bullshit; but she deserves her freedom from the opression of the keyboard. Maybe we can get her to come visit us and comment on a post from time to time. maybe not. Whatever the case, I wish her well, I’m going to miss her, and I’m going to hope someday she has a gig which allows her to relax luxuriantly on a divan while nubian servants peel her grapes and type her dictated weblogging. We will miss you, Miss Lucas.