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Unleashing hell in December

 
Since there probably isn't a lot of overlap in readership between this blog and Behind the Steel Curtain (actually, Adrian is probably the sole exception) I decided to share a fanpost I wrote there last night, in the hopes that it might amuse you all.  Here it is:
 

The Thanksgiving Table

I hope that you all had as great a Thanksgiving as we did.  Edmund, Adrian, Kelly, and the as-yet-unnamed grandchild were all here.  (To be fair, the grandchild won't be born for another 5 months, so there's plenty of time to pick a name!)  Kelly, who is really good at decorating, offered to do the table, and I gladly took her up on it.  (My idea of table decorations is to shake the crumbs off the tablecloth, although sometimes we don't get quite that fancy.)  So Kel

A cheerful sight on a dreary day

Well, it looks a lot more like Pittsburgh in November today than it has for the past few weeks, although the thermometer, which is reading 55 degrees, is still higher than one might expect.  But as I looked out the window in my office at the general rainy gloominess, my eye  was arrested by the following plant.  This is an azalea trained as a standard, probably bought from the grocery store or some such about 5 years ago.  It is about 2 feet high, maybe.

An update on the Hipster Chipmunk

Well, there he is, my furry nemesis.  The Giant Clumps-o-Litter have indeed been successful at shoring up the middle of the endangered garden bed (see the post "Hipster Chipmunk" if you have no idea what I'm talking about) but have not been successful in persuading said chipmunk to remove to a more welcoming environment.  What they have done is persuade him to find an alternate location, sort of a second home, and I've finally figured out where it is. 

*A Policeman's Lot is Not a Happy One

Cecily's husband James is a policeman in the St. Louis police force as of last June.  He has had some really interesting stories to tell. particularly because he is working in one of the rougher areas of St. Louis.  But the latest story is my favorite.  It seems he responded to a disturbance complaint late one evening this past week.  He knocked at the door, and it was answered by a young woman, one of many in the house.

What was that again?

The online arts journal that I receive via email had a link to an article in the New Yorker this morning.  You, too, can read it, here:  
 

Another food post...

Well, it's fall, and somehow it seems more exciting to cook when there is a bit of chill in the air.  I was at Costco yesterday and they had big bags of cranberries, so I decided that the time had come to try and duplicate the fabulous Cranberry Relish sold by a company that I will only identify as Henry & Dwight.  My mom introduced me to this stuff when I last visited.  It is very delicious, and it costs over $5(!) for a small jar.  It isn't cranberry

Ms. Strangelove or:

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Internet.
 

Thanks to everyone

 

A Series of Unfortunate Incidents...

 

 ... or Why Live Concerts Will Always Be More Interesting Than Recordings: