Here's where I was today. Well, not ON the mountain, but looking at it from here.
It was 4 degrees yesterday morning at my house. Truly, there's plenty of time for that sort of thing. Is it necessary to have that in November? There are those here who say "Well, after all--it's late November." Then there are those of my ilk, who say "What the hell, it's only November!"
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
oct weekend 029
I was just told that, when it gets to be a month since you've blogged, it's time to return. OK, fair enough. No, there's not much to report ("well, you must have been doing SOMETHING!"). yes, I suppose since early October I've been alive and well. Work, dogs, cat, beauty of place, relative peace, lots of Ken. Just the usual I think.
This was the other side of the lake in October. Oct. was a good month, lots of people still around. Linda left after Columbus Day. I miss her but we've both adjusted to our lives. I'm muddling along, trying to figure out the best way to lose weight. so far not good. There was a mean, trick mirror in the hotel I just stayed in, that made me look very very fat--like, repulsively fat. So now I'm shamed into action. No more big bowls of granola, pretending it's good for me.
That's about the only thing that's going wrong these days. I guess.
This was the other side of the lake in October. Oct. was a good month, lots of people still around. Linda left after Columbus Day. I miss her but we've both adjusted to our lives. I'm muddling along, trying to figure out the best way to lose weight. so far not good. There was a mean, trick mirror in the hotel I just stayed in, that made me look very very fat--like, repulsively fat. So now I'm shamed into action. No more big bowls of granola, pretending it's good for me.
That's about the only thing that's going wrong these days. I guess.
oct weekend 032
What would a sunny Silver Lake day be without a rock underwater shot?
This looks like an animal's pretty hide, I think. Still attached to the animal, of course.
Everyone in the neighborhood was disgusted with one of the renters because he shot a small (think barely bigger than a cub) bear and hung it from his porch roof. Yes, you do hang your kill here, but he kept his up for a long time so everyone could get a good look. I don't understand why people hunt bears here, but it happens. One day when I drove by he was skinning it. YUCKA PUCKA. Now everyone thinks he's a quadruple triple multiple jerk
This looks like an animal's pretty hide, I think. Still attached to the animal, of course.
Everyone in the neighborhood was disgusted with one of the renters because he shot a small (think barely bigger than a cub) bear and hung it from his porch roof. Yes, you do hang your kill here, but he kept his up for a long time so everyone could get a good look. I don't understand why people hunt bears here, but it happens. One day when I drove by he was skinning it. YUCKA PUCKA. Now everyone thinks he's a quadruple triple multiple jerk
oct weekend 047
Looks as if we're just waiting for someone to come along and have a seat. October was a great month but the color wasn't particularly spectacular. Breathtaking, yes, but not spectacular. Who can complain.
oct weekend 034
yellows come pretty much at the end. This is what I saw when I sat on the boat house porch.
early nov 001
Heavy frost, the order of the day. Yes, that's firewood that hadn't been piled yet. Now taken care of, thanks to Bill's PINS (persons in need of supervision).
early nov 006
And yes, we had this. This is looking down my driveway. We had 8" of heavy wet snow one night. I'm getting smarter every year (well, a girl can hope) and parked my car at the end of the driveway. I had to slug through the snow, knee deep in spots, for a few days. We don't plow until the ground freezes. Couldn't get a plow through the trees anyway.
early nov 009
I worried about trees breaking off--they're pretty susceptible to that when there's heavy snow before their sap freezes. Only a couple of smaller ones broke, even though these guys look really desperate.
early nov 017
I boarded the dogs for 2 days while I went to a conference (the state lib. conference--in Saratoga). This is the road to the kennel. I used to have the best-ever kennel, with 3 fenced-in acres and the most efficient and cleanest kennel person, but Joan moved away (to Potsdam, no less). Now I use a kennel run by a woman whose husband died last year or so. She's disorganized, goofy and her kennel is all concrete and smells like pee pee. She walks the dogs 4 times a day, though, and gives them treats. At Joan's the dogs came back smelling like cedar (from the bedding). At Eileen's (I just found out her name is Eileen--I've been calling her Elaine--and I call HER goofy) they smell sort of like pee pee. I shouldn't complain, it's a nice enough place and I don't worry about them at all. I miss Joan.
early nov 018
The Saranac River--part of the road to the kennel runs along the river. It's awfully pretty.
early nov 014
The kennel driveway. This may be pretty boring, but I think it's a pretty place to have a kennel. Too bad the kennel's not as nice as it's neighborhood...
early nov 015
Next door neighbors. Tess barked a fond farewell at these guys when we drove by. "Hah! I'm leaving for greener pastures!"
early nov 023
After I rescued the dogs from their private hell (with the crazy lady) I stopped at the cemetery in Saranac. I drive past it every day. There's this monument to the Civil War dead, this soldier standing high above the crowd. My mother once pointed out to me that he leaned backward at a pretty severe angle. This time when I checked on him I remembered that the town plunked some money into straightening him out. rats, I liked his ability to keep his balance while getting ready to do a backbend. Or do the limbo. Or just stand out in a crowd.
early nov 026
Who remembers when we were called Commie Pinkos? Poor Sister Jeanette, not only was she a spinster, she was a Pinko as well.
early nov 038
I seem to be dreaming about my brother fairly often these days. Mostly I dream that he's alive but has an incurable, fatal problem--lots of times it's a brain tumor. Last night I dreamed that I had to sit next to Ken's "other" son Karl at Henry's (or Buck, as many called him) funeral. Now THAT is what we call a nightmare.
early nov 053
And this is Catamount from the foot of the lake, last week. Yes, it was as cold as it looks.
moon me
I almost always get to see something especially pretty on my way to/from Saranac Lake on Wednesdays. This is what there was this week. A full moon rising (thank you, CCR) over the mountains. This is that ever-favorite spot, Alder Brook. I like this shot because you get the feeling of the time of day as well as the temperature. Cold dusk. November weather for sure.
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