tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post4496906241547709021..comments2023-12-31T11:28:31.953-05:00Comments on The Surly Writer: The winter of my discontentMichelle H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-22825773347789932952009-08-26T09:30:38.820-04:002009-08-26T09:30:38.820-04:00Akannie: Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
A...Akannie: Thanks for stopping by and commenting.<br /><br />Ah, real water lines... I think that will forever be a fantasy in the valley I grew up in. It took 31years for them to just name the road. I'll say they'll get municipality water in the year... oh... 3210.<br /><br />Jeni: Mild? It's downright summer in December (yeah, I'm bemoaning). I want a BLIZZARD! That way it will be harder for you to hunt me down.<br /><br />Chris: I suppose you're down with the current lingo versus us old people. "Scuzzy little douchebag" will probably work out great for those little girls picnicking on someone else's front lawn. Then again... maybe not.<br /><br />Theresa: The clouds were my video games, especially right after a good rain. Nothing could beat the imagination.<br /><br />I really do hate the seasons now. You just don't know anymore. GAWD! I sound crabby today. I could probably bake kids in a pie during my current mood.<br /><br />Eric: le sigh? Oh, I am just getting good fodder with this post.<br /><br />I'm too afraid to bundle these posts up. It would be too convenient for the psychiatrist to hand to the judge and lock me away in my little padded room. Now, get off my lawn, you urchin.Michelle H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-68526264803350008172009-08-25T22:08:06.565-04:002009-08-25T22:08:06.565-04:00Girl, you know exactly how to spin a memorable yar...Girl, you know exactly how to spin a memorable yarn. I enjoyed this the whole way through. I swear, you really need to bundle these together for a coffee table memoir. Nice post :)<br /><br />Oh, and you can't chase me off the lawn, dag nabit! I'm older than you are, ya young whippersnapper.<br /><br />Yeah...I'm not as good at it as you are...le sigh...Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07823808700523297184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-13750927571168202502009-08-25T18:33:54.078-04:002009-08-25T18:33:54.078-04:00Awesome post Michelle. Chris and I had almost the ...Awesome post Michelle. Chris and I had almost the same discussion a few weeks back. When I was a kid, it seems that you could almost pin it down to the day, or at least week, when the seasons changed. Now, they're always coming and going at different times.<br /><br />"Creating animal characters from the white puffy clouds drifting overhead." I used to LOVE doing that. Kids nowadays are too busy playing shootem' up on video games. Shame!Theresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12667769917288382023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-69964531961769936962009-08-25T18:10:54.741-04:002009-08-25T18:10:54.741-04:00I had a comment in mind, but then I got caught up ...I had a comment in mind, but then I got caught up in the Suldog "scaliwag vs. ragamuffin" debate. Scaliwag seems more like something you'd say to a pirate's kid, while ragamuffin is more like Oliver Twist.<br /><br />Coming from Jersey, we'll just go with "scuzzy little douchebag."Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794712479594188124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-38953238076295069892009-08-25T14:54:49.271-04:002009-08-25T14:54:49.271-04:00True enough that recent winters in Penna. have bee...True enough that recent winters in Penna. have been, shall we say, rather mild. But seems to me where you live -at least according to the news out of the Johnstown Channel (NBC-Ch. 6) the Laurel Highlands has often received more snow than we have up in this part of the state. Now, since you grumped about this I suppose Mother Nature will decide to unload this year on us up here and then I may have to come looking for you for having put a curse on us. Not that I hate snow -since I don't have to go out and drive in it to and from work -over several mountains I might add -that doesn't bother me but tends to annoy my SIL and daughter at times. What I really hate about winter is the freaking freezing rain! THAT is can totally do without!Jenihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16425701332785470116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-59183332911954152632009-08-25T14:52:51.705-04:002009-08-25T14:52:51.705-04:00LOL...Michelle....
I still live like that, girl...LOL...Michelle....<br /><br /> I still live like that, girl! Country life. Nothing like it. However, today they are digging up my front yard, as water lines are being put in finally. <br /> I can't believe we will have running water, even if the power goes out!<br /><br /> Great post!Akanniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00513632434353119491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-22513339230702304192009-08-25T12:21:08.281-04:002009-08-25T12:21:08.281-04:00Suldog: SHHHHH! X-nay on the randy-bay in the ask-...Suldog: SHHHHH! X-nay on the randy-bay in the ask-cay. We don't want to let on we were kiddie alcoholics and my hot chocolate had a kick to it.<br /><br />Scaliwag?<br /><br />Desmond: I've done that... trick or treating in the snow. Nowadays, you can't get parents to even remotely let kids beg for candies in the rain.<br /><br />Ah... snow days. Sure do miss them...Michelle H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-2265260912093989962009-08-25T11:59:05.471-04:002009-08-25T11:59:05.471-04:00And just for fun, here is an old post of mine that...And just for fun, <a href="http://runningintheyard.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-and-snow.html" rel="nofollow">here</a> is an old post of mine that runs in a similar direction. . .Desmond Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07829959101276150279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-61103940988869285352009-08-25T11:13:15.208-04:002009-08-25T11:13:15.208-04:00See, I'm right there with you, Michelle! When...See, I'm right there with you, Michelle! When I was a kid, more often than not, we'd be trick-or-treating with snow flakes flying around us. And when baseball practice started in April, there were always piles of leftover snow lined up along the side of the field. Heck, one year, we even had snow on our Memorial Day parade!<br /><br />Boy, them wuz the good ol' days, I tell ya. . .<br /><br /><br />A few years back, I went on a winter retreat with a couple of my sons. The retreat center was waaaayyy Up North, and so remote that it didn't have electricity (the only way to get there was by snowmobile, because the road back there wasn't plowed), so our lodges were heated by wood (the first night was a little chilly, but after that, we all just laid on top of our sleeping bags, 'cuz it was so warm), and once the sun went down (which was about four in the afternoon), kerosene lamps were all the light we had, even in the chapel. It was <i>very</i> cool.<br /><br />And it reminded me of my dad talking about life on my grandpa's farm in the days before rural electrification. . .Desmond Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07829959101276150279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-12140746969024751442009-08-25T10:34:50.965-04:002009-08-25T10:34:50.965-04:00Well, see, here's your problem: your Saint Ber...Well, see, here's your problem: your Saint Bernard had hot chocolate in his cask. Mine had brandy. That's why I'm the (hic!) man I am today.<br /><br />Ragamuffin! I don't believe that's a word I've ever used in any of my posts, but it sure sounds like one I should have used. I'll have to keep it in mind, you scaliwag.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.com