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Yep, McGoo, I was hiking


That’s not me. It’s my hiking buddy, almost across <gulp> an old abandoned railroad trestle. Yes, I did it. Both directions. It wasn’t high, but I wasn’t happy.

The leaves are just turning in New England. The temperatures are in the high sixties, it’s sunny with a light breeze. Besteses time of the year for a tramp in the woods.

So here ya go.


Comment from harbqll
Time: October 11, 2008, 7:10 pm

Me envious. Been stuck inside all day studying for an exam on Tuesday.

Hope you had fun.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: October 11, 2008, 8:16 pm

Yay! Glad ya had a good ‘un, Weasel.

Comment from TattooedIntellectual
Time: October 12, 2008, 1:25 am

I’m in north-central MN at the moment. Leaves started turning 3 weeks ago, in full color now. But we’re getting like 3 days of rain at a shot out of a week.

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: October 12, 2008, 7:55 am

I’m in Texas, so my hibiscus is still happily flowering away, with gorgeous bright pink flowers. It looks great.

The best part of my day is almost always the moment when I sit down in my car, which has been baking in the sun, and revel in the warmth. I’m usually tense all day because I’m so cold, and that’s the first moment I get to relax. ahhhh (I take long showers for a similar reason; especially during the winter, that’s often the only time during the day that I’m comfortably warm.)

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: October 12, 2008, 8:20 am

Jesus, Mrs P! Sounds like your personal thermostat is go-bust.

Comment from lizardbrain
Time: October 12, 2008, 8:38 am

I can identify with you, Mrs. Peel. I compensate by wearing polyester fleece long johns. But I know from long experience that, for reasons of bulk, that’s not an option for women.

Stoaty, who is this tramp you keep having in the woods, and does Uncle B approve?

I agree about it being the besteses time of the year. Although I have to moderate the statement I used to make about it: no bugs, no tourists. Nowadays the leaf peepers are out in their loud, smelly hordes. You would think cities have no leafs to peep.

I went up Pleasant Mountain, in western Maine, again yesterday; the foliage was at about peak color. Here at the coast it’s still a day or two away. If I can convince my creaky old bones to stay out of bed today, I’ll be able to get some pix up.

Comment from Jill
Time: October 12, 2008, 11:29 am

Hotcha! I’ve always been at the other end of the spectrum…wandering around the house in the winter in shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt and no socks.

My hands and feet are always very warm. The only reason I wear gloves is because my hands get dry if I don’t. But, Dr. I. M. Hott says ye olde thyroide couldn’t be more perfect if I tried.

If I had a quarter for everyone I’ve ever shaken hands with that has said, “Oooooooooh…can I hold hands with you? You’re so WARM!” I could go on a free European vacation. I might even have enough left over to hire a handsome young man to rub my feets.

Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: October 12, 2008, 11:59 am

Here in north-east England, the leaves started turning, oh, about three months ago. Mother Nature, bless her cotton undercrackers, decided to go straight from spring to autumn this year.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: October 12, 2008, 5:00 pm

Well, as we’re doing weather updates, it has gone very strange, down here in the deep south (of England).

The mornings dawn to rolling, thick fog which the sun burns off lazily, around ten. Following which it has actually been hot. Maybe the gods are trying to compensate us for the worst summer for years?

Working in the garden this weekend, planting bulbs and transplanting biennials like sweet williams and wallflowers, I was really uncomfortably hot and now, at 10pm, I’m sitting here, tapping away with no heat in the house. And that’s not at all usual for this time of the year.

Her stoatliness called a few minutes ago. She’s at those tramps again, in somewhere impossibly exotic (Connecticut, I think).

All I know is there will be dead runnybabits.

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: October 12, 2008, 5:08 pm

I think the problem is that I don’t have any insulation, and I also appear to have an inefficient digestive system. That is, I don’t extract as much energy from a given amount of food as other people. I’m not sure if that’s true, but it would explain how I can eat so much (compared to my size) and not gain weight, and why I lose weight so dramatically every time I go to a walkable city. (I prefer walking and would walk everywhere if I could, but that’s not remotely an option where I live.)

Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: October 12, 2008, 6:23 pm

Start hoisting a few beers in the evening Mrs. Peel! That will help with your “insulation” problem. 🙂

Comment from Jill
Time: October 12, 2008, 6:49 pm

How odd. Before I logged on just now, I was thinking of you and your inability to stay warm, Mrs. P.

I thought, I bet she has low body fat content.

Comment from Jill
Time: October 12, 2008, 6:50 pm

“There Will Be Dead Runnybabbits”

Starring Daniel Day Lewis and a hot, cross bun.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: October 12, 2008, 7:20 pm

Jill, we are of one mind – er, I mean, one body…no! I…well, crap.

I mean:

I run hot too, and often lay about the house in the winter with shorts and a t-shirt on.

*peeks through fingers* Did that come out all right?

BTW: everyone rejoice: I got the 18-foot door installed in my garage/shop. it only took 7 hours and two trips to Walmart.

Shower? Check. Feed face? Check. Now – where did I leave the opiates last week?


Comment from Jill
Time: October 12, 2008, 7:39 pm

McGoo, we are of one crap.


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: October 12, 2008, 7:43 pm

That’s the word I was searching for!

Thanks ever so much, Jill! May your digestive efforts be rewarded with success!

Comment from Jill
Time: October 12, 2008, 8:00 pm

Trying to think of Hallowe’en costumes…someone told me about a family they know. Entire family dressed up as The Sheet Family…Bull Sheet, Horse Sheet, Holy Sheet…etc.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: October 12, 2008, 8:13 pm

New Hampster. It was beautiful. The leaves are definitely not on-peak yet, but the maples were aflame. The maples always go first.

You know what’s weird? Yesterday we drove from RI to CT, today from RI through MA to NH. There were all kinds of yard signs for state senate, local city council, national Senate and Rep…but very, very few Presidential race signs. The few we saw were about equally divided between McCain and Obama (though there were a couple of HONKING HUGE McCain/Palin signs in downtown Nashua).

It’s very odd…

Comment from Jill
Time: October 12, 2008, 9:03 pm

Wease, same here re: political signs. Seems like folks are keeping things very close-mouthed.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: October 12, 2008, 9:22 pm

Add me to the ‘It’s so fucking hot in here! Can’t we turn it down!?’ fraternity.

Body fat? I’m a badger… we’re, um, supposed to bulk-up.

Comment from Jill
Time: October 12, 2008, 10:08 pm

Hullo Unka B!


Comment from Randy Rager
Time: October 12, 2008, 10:10 pm

Y’know, I’ve seen much the same thing with presidential candidate signs up here in gayville, er, Cincinnati, that is.

I think the people that would normally be very vocal and demonstrative (from both sides of the aisle) are just royally ashamed this year.

Got kicked out of the house today, Mrs. Rager (in a fit of insanity, I’m sure) decided to host the bridal shower for the wench her only son is marrying. So I took the Nikon N80 and the Fuji GA645 out for an outing. Got some good stuff, but the color really isn’t there yet.

Still, that slide film is going to make some purrrrrty pitchers.

Comment from bad cat robot
Time: October 12, 2008, 11:12 pm

Ahh, bridal showers. There I was … my best friend, roommate, and fellow physics geek was getting married mere hours after graduating from college. I was informed that since I was maid of honor, I got to invite the guests to this shindig. “Her friends,” the prospective mother-in-law sez. I know notink of theees “bridal shower” thingy or customs appertaining to same. Physics is, shall we say, heavily weighted towards the male end of the spectrum and so were our friends. I will simply say, “co-ed bridal shower” and allow the collective imagination of the weaselites to run rampant. Prospective-mother-in-law looked like a horde of Mongols had invaded– polite, but stunned. I DIDN’T KNOW!!! (I think the guys had fun, though. Especially when the lingerie came out.)

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: October 13, 2008, 9:58 am

I don’t think I’ve ever even BEEN to a bridal shower, let alone been responsible for one.

However, when I was in Wal*Mart last week, I did walk through a section that invited me to register at the Mart. It’s a real shame we’re not doing this in the States, because registering at Wal*Mart would be totally worth it. I can imagine the look on my wicked stepmother’s face…

Comment from Jill
Time: October 13, 2008, 10:20 am

Register there anyhoo, Wease…just for the shock factor.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: October 13, 2008, 10:21 am

I have gone to baby showers, though. Lots and lots of babyshowers. In the ’80s, seems like my cow orkers didn’t do anything other than get themselves knocked up.

So not only was my life full of babyshowers and sanctimonious twaddle about motherhood, BUT I had to take up the slack for women in ‘a delicate condition’ (yay! I get to handle all the stinky expired photographic chemistry again), do *all* their work while they were out on maternity leave, and afterwards when they screwed the company by not coming back. Then they’d go hire a replacement young woman who promptly got herself knocked up immediately after the probationary period. In my twenties, my opinion of motherhood was unprintable.

Comment from Jill
Time: October 13, 2008, 11:28 am

I only go to showers for the cake, which had better be damned tasty.

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