March. bleah.

Yes. It is March in Vermont. And it pretty much looks like this:

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I want you to know that it is NOT a black and white picture. It is looking in the direction of my regular view, which normally would be Burke Mountain, like up above in my header. But not. Because, even though it is March 30 it is about 25 degrees and sleeting and so clouded over that you wouldn’t even know that Burke Mountain exists.

March. bleah.

And I mean that. I anticipated changing up the header on the blog but when I went to find a nice wintery picture of my view I didn’t have a single picture of that view taken in March. It could be because there weren’t many days when the view was worth taking a picture of. Then again, it could be that it was too dang cold most of the month to go out and take a picture. Or it could be both.


But hope SPRINGS eternal – and today I’m playing with words a bit and am hoping that Spring is coming and will be eternal.

So, I dug a little deeper in the March photo archives and found a couple of pictures taken when the sun was actually shining and the sky was as crisp and blue as it can only be when the temperatures are frigid.

big toys

Yes, indeed, that is a giant jack and a really big nut.
Which is kind of playful, right? And makes you want to get out and play.
If only the big jack and nut weren’t perched on that big pile of snow.

Jacks anyone

Aha! There’s a ball to go with the jacks – more playful fun! But again, they are lying on a bed of snow. bleah.


Nails? Yes, nails that must be 16 feet tall. And yes, they too are in the snow. But, hey, I have to admit that the rust colored sculptures do look mighty gorgeous against the white snow with that royal blue sky in the background.

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And lookie here, at this lovely maple ready to collect sap. I could almost hear the drip drip drip of the sap falling into the bucket, but no. Not when it’s 25 degrees out. Still waiting. But hey – it IS a sign of spring, and the sky in the background IS blue.

After what seems like a much longer than usual winter, and a much colder than usual one, I know that many of us are ready for spring to. . .spring. At school the other day someone pointed out crocuses that had popped up, but then been frozen. So sad.

I believe if we all put our minds to thinking wonderful warm spring thoughts we can manifest the real thing – warm temps, melting snow, green grass, budding trees, and a return of the crocuses. Let’s start. . .


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Rage Quit

A student in a class recently used this term – ‘rage quit’. Her exact context was in explaining her fury at the book Feed by M.T. Anderson. She said, “It made me so mad I rage quit it!”

Rage quit.

I love it. Though I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe because it says exactly what it means. You quit something because it makes you rage. Or does it mean your rage makes you a quitter?

Well, urban dictionary defines it this way: To stop playing a game out of an anger towards an event that transpired within the game.

On Know Your Meme, a site dedicated to researching and documenting internet memes and viral phenomenon, they refer to rage quit this way:

Rage Quit, also seen as RageQuit in one word, is Internet slang commonly used to describe the act of suddenly quitting a game or chatroom after either an argument, extreme frustration, or loss of the game.

The use of that slang is as old as IRC and chatrooms. The earliest Urban Dictionary[1] definition of “Ragequit” became available on March 28th, 2005. However, nobody can be certain exactly when “Ragequit” was first coined. The entry describes “ragequitting” in the context of online gaming:

To stop playing a game out of an anger towards an event that transpired within the game.

ProRanDom kills NSPlayer with swipe
NSPlayer: F$#k! hacker!
NSPlayer has left the server
ProRanDom: haha RAGEQUIT!

In another definition submitted on August 15th, 2005, “ragequitting” is explained in the context of general online chat:

Quitting IRC/MSN/AOL or any other communication program in a ‘rage’. Usually used when someone suddenly goes offline or when they first shout shunny language before quitting.

So, as with much language usage, my student has give the term a slightly new context by relating to books rather than games.

The term got me thinking about the times I may have rage quit something. Or at least thought about it. Honestly, how many meetings have YOU been to that you wanted to rage quit? Not that you ever would. Or that I ever did.

Have I rage quit anything? Hmmm. . .I have done a lot of raging in my lifetime, but not so much quitting. I am of the mindset of ‘if you start something you should finish it.’ I wonder if rage quitting is a concept only familiar to younger people. I can remember quitting something in a rage when I was a kid – like a game (especially if a brother of sister were involved). And maybe it’s easier to give up on an inanimate thing – like a video game, or a book. It’s not so easy to quit in anger when real people are involved.

Is there a different word for when you quit something WITHOUT the rage? Quiet quitting maybe? Or soft quit? Or maybe it’s just quitting.
I was searching for an image I might tie into the post today and was dismayed to find so many that were violent in actions and/or words. I guess that makes sense when the image is based on something to do with rage. I tend to try to steer away from violence. The image below is one of the few that I felt comfortable putting here, and still, I worry that it alone may make people think I endorse raging. I don’t.

rage quit

I probably do worry too much about some things in life though. Like young people raging over violent video games across miles of cyber space.

Then again, maybe someone should be worrying.

Writing Prompt #150

blog wordle

Today’s prompt?

I think music. I haven’t used a musical prompt in a very long time.


Today’s task?

Listen and write.

That’s all.



b'day balloons
Last week we celebrated my dad’s 85th birthday.

My sister organized a lovely gathering at The Notch House near Willoughby Lake.
It was a beautiful setting, even in March.

Family and friends gathered to honor our patriarch – a man who has been an integral part of the family. A solidly grounded man, he has raised up a whole passel of young ones who are now vibrant members of their communities. To see the generations of brothers, sisters, in-laws, aunts, uncles, and cousins altogether was such a gift.

The family all brought appetizers and drinks, while the main meal was cooked by long time family friend Fritz Walther, owner of The Olde Cutter Inn for many years, a place we all loved to go for some of most favorite meals ever. Fritz was assisted by his sidekick Jeff.

Jeff and Fritz!

Jeff and Fritz!

They made a lovely feast of roasted lamb, boursin chicken, boulangere potatoes, fresh green beans, carrots, and stuffed tomatoes. This was accompanied by a selection of salads made by family members. Everything was delicious!

Throughout the evening everyone enjoyed catching up with one another – some haven’t been back east for awhile. It was very much of a family reunion!



Catching up!

Catching up!

Connecting with Kelley, on the small screen. . .

Connecting with Kelley, on the small screen. . .

. . .and on the big screen. Hi Kelley!

. . .and on the big screen. Hi Kelley!

The one guest no one had met before.

The one guest no one had met before.

Happy to be together!

Happy to be together!

There was a bit of fooling around:



Bed Jumping!

Bed Jumping!

And there was some thoughtful reflection:

The birthday boy!

The birthday boy!

What’s a birthday without cards filled with money?

Birthday Money!

Birthday Money!

And a cake from Hollyberry’s?



It took 85 years to look this good!

It DID take 85 years to look this good!

It was a fantastic celebration and I think I speak for everyone when I say we need to do this more often!

All in All

All in all it has been a good week.

I can’t complain.

While nothing extraordinary has happened to me, I have become aware of some things that make me stop and consider.

For example:

My vacuum cleaner died this week. I turned it on and while it sounded like it was running, it just didn’t have the right ‘feel’ to it, and after half a minute or some a strange smelling smoke began to sputter out of the back of it. That old vac had been good to me for quite a number of years. I realized that I’ve had that vacuum longer than I’ve known my husband. More than 10 years. Of course, I have not been as attached to the vacuum as I am to my husband, even though I’ve known the vacuum longer. Interesting right?

Anyhow, this meant I needed to purchase a new vacuum. I read some reviews of some wicked pricey vacuum cleaners and passed on them quickly. After scrolling through pages of possibilities, I decided to narrow my focus to Oreck vacs because that is what my old one was and it had worked great for me for well over 10 years, so hey, it seemed like a no brainer.

So I bought it on AmazonPrime which included two day delivery, so it has already arrived, and I’ve already given it a go.

Unfrigginbelievable! I mean, who knew that vacuums had progressed so much in the last 10 years or so? Not me.

Here’s what I noticed immediately – the vacuum moves on it’s own. Seriously, I had to hold it back. It seemed to just want to get busy and go, which means it slid so smooth and wonderful over both the carpets AND the floor. And by the way – it had great suctionability too.

I have loved my old vac so much, and already love the new one almost as much, so I decided to take their pictures.

oreck 2vacuum

I had a bit of a shopping binge this week. We’ve been cooking in a crock pot a lot lately, and have kept borrowing my mom’s because it’s much bigger than the one we had. We’ve like crock pot cooking so much that I decided I was just going to buy my own dang BIGGER crock pot. And I had crock pot envy from an event at work earlier this year in which I viewed numerous DIGITAL crock pots that you could set to to turn on and off and stay warm even after they turned off, and everything. So that’s the kind I got. Oh yeah. And it’s stainless steel so it looks sleek and beautiful too.

crock pot

I haven’t cooked with it yet, but I will keep you posted. But, hey, the last meal I cooked in my mother’s crock pot was a beery brisket and OMG, it was delicious. 5 bottles of beer, 1 bottle of chili sauce, 1 envelope of dried onion soup mix and a 4-5 pound brisket. Cook it on low for 8-10 hours and . . . mouthwatering deliciousness!

For dessert on brisket night I’d also made the most delicious brownies you could ever imagine eating. The are called Knock You Naked Brownies and you absolutely should click on the link for the recipe from Ree Drummond of The Pioneer Woman. You would be a FOOL to pass up the opportunity to make these brownies. I kid you not!

Work has been wicked busy, in a good kind of way, but one of my colleagues is experiencing a major life crisis and it reminded me to let go of the small stuff (which is most of the stuff) and just pay attention to what is really important in life! People!

Several people joined me for my 8th period yoga class at school today and it was so much fun! I loved that a couple of young men came along, I loved that they are all so willing and able to try something new, and I loved that they loved how much better they felt after an hour of yoga.

I had a nice phone chat with my friend Marsha this week. It would have been nice for us to get together, but I was feeling a big need for a little down time. She understands. That’s one of the reasons I love her.

When I got home one day this week I decided to empty out my little ink well which had been storing my tea bag wisdom for a bit. Here’s what they said:

Let your heart guide you.

Be proud of who you are.

Life without love is a ship without sails.

Love has no fear and no vengeance.

Let things come to you.

Love is an elevated self.

Love is subject to compassion.

I am beautiful, I am bountiful, I am blissful.

Every smile is a direct achievement.

That last one is my favorite.

I wonder how tea bags got to know so much about love.

I love tea.

Here is my current favorite kind:


That’s about it for today.

Like I said, all in all it’s been a pretty good week.

I can’t complain.