Tag Archives: heat

Miscellaneous nonsense.

November 7, 2023 Rivergirl 10 Comments

After the recent mass shooting tragedy in Maine lots of people were paying tribute to the resilience of my state and its people. I happen to like Stephen Colbert’s take…

And since it’s November in my northern home, temperatures are dropping rapidly at night. They had snow to the west of us and we’re waking up to frost. I say bring it! But my husband is starting to shiver. Since menopause has endowed me with internal heating I’m slow to crank up the furnace these days and see nothing wrong with throwing another blanket on top of the spouse. … which is why I got a kick out of seeing this online the other day.

I really need to post that on our thermostat.

If you’ve never listened to the Grateful Dead? Never mind, you won’t get it.

And if you’ve never watched Game of Thrones or The Last of Us? Never mind you won’t get this either.

But speaking of the latter?

It’s real.

Thankfully it hasn’t moved on to humans, but you never know.

Which is why I was a little shocked to see it was the top ingredient in a coffee that’s being hawked on FB.

What the Hell people?

😳

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Dry as the proverbial bone.

August 8, 2022 Rivergirl 27 Comments

Our carefully tended lush green lawn is gone. Baked to a crisp by record breaking heat and dry weather.

How dry? Severe drought dry…

How hot?

Feels like 108 degrees before 10 in the morning hot. I live in Maine FFS! This is not supposed to happen.

That bright green patch of sod we laid?

Dead.

My full and healthy for the past 20 years boxwood shrubs?

Dying.

The brand new flowering crabapple tree we planted on June 7th over my mother’s ashes?

Might soon be joining her in the hereafter.

It’s beyond depressing at this point and moving toward the panic stage. We live in the country and rely on a well for water. As much as I’d like to water the garden, I can’t. Hell, I’m down to doing laundry twice a week and not flushing for number one.

(TMI? Sorry.)

As I type this, yet another flash thunderstorm is moving past us without a drop of rain falling.

Now that’s just cruel.

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Random crap.

September 3, 2021 Rivergirl 25 Comments

I was giving myself a pedicure the other day and Lord Dudley Mountcatten was fascinated.

He did not however like my tools.

When I got tired of picking it up off the floor? I quit.

The next time I get a boo boo? I totally want to cover it with a bacon bandage.

How hot has it been in Maine?

Hot enough that even the turkeys are seeking shade.

And speaking of hot….

Damn.

Now that’s hot.

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Miscellaneous musings.

August 15, 2021 Rivergirl 11 Comments

I saw this the other day and was sorely tempted.

I totally need cherry tomato toting ants.

In other local news….

Such a neighborly thing to do.

And lately a dip in the pool has been sounding wonderful with temps being hot, hot, hot.

Of course this is Maine, so while it felt like 104 one morning…

Two days later it felt like 45.

I replanted my left over garden bed with geraniums after the baby woodchucks ate all the petunias.

But not before the little ~~bastards~~ darlings chewed all the leaves off my gay feather.

At least they left the blooms this time.

🥴

Now I’m wondering what an appropriate beef jerky card message would be.

I wanna hold your ham?

Nice to meat you?

Don’t go bacon my heart.

I have a t-bone to pick with you?

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Chillin’….

June 27, 2021 Rivergirl 13 Comments

Do you see him?

How about now?

Lord Dudley Mountcatten saw him.

Though eating him was probably higher on his list than it would be on yours.

Yes, it was a little chipmunk scampering through the rhododendron in front of my kitchen window.

The day was hot, the shade the bush provided was cool….

So the little guy just stretched out… and chilled.

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Flashing lights are never good.

February 16, 2021 Rivergirl 23 Comments

Danger Will Robinson!

There’s trouble in the man cave.

I walked into the barn this morning and noticed it was a wee bit nippy.

We keep the new heat pump ( 3 months old ) set at 68 and with all the sun coming through the windows… it’s always been warm and toasty. But today? The temperature was rapidly dropping.

Lights were flashing and the unit wasn’t running. After spending an extremely annoying half hour troubleshooting with the owners manual, we broke down and called the guy who installed it… who also happens to be the son of my best friend.

He had me check the error codes and did some research. Then he called back saying he didn’t have the parts he needed to repair it in stock, and couldn’t get them right away… so he was sending his crew over this afternoon to replace the whole exterior unit.

Now that’s what I call customer service.

A path has been shoveled and we currently await the new unit.

While it’s true we like our beer and cocktails cold, we usually prefer to be well above freezing ourselves.

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Magazine musings…

November 9, 2020 Rivergirl 26 Comments

Since I’m still trying to plow through my massive stack of magazines, I have to share.

Do we really need shoes that breathe? I don’t… but maybe that’s just me.

I’m all for alternative leather products… eucalyptus? Cool. But if they come up with kale filled seats? I’m boycotting on sheer principle.

According to this map temperatures are rising almost everywhere but it looks like me and my hot flashes are in the right place. Hang in there Maine! River melts into a puddle in anything above 75 degrees.

If you’ve never had canned brown bread you haven’t lived a full life. This is a Maine staple, made in Portland, Maine… so why this article calls it Boston brown is a mystery. Moist and filled with molasses?

Try it. Your mouth will thank me.

Dexter is coming back!

I don’t have Showtime anymore but might have to resubscribe in order to revisit my favorite serial killer.

Ghost pepper strawberry frosting?

No.

Just no.

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Because I was tired of waiting.

August 26, 2020 Rivergirl 30 Comments

Ever since we installed the new deck railings we’ve needed to re-stain the deck. And by we, I mean me… because while he’ll constantly remark it needs to be done? The husband never does it. Not once in 18 years.

Problem is, we needed to buy a new pressure washer to clean the siding and I didn’t want to stain until that happened.

So I waited. And waited….. and waited some more.

( Never nagging. No. Not me.)

But after the husband saw the prices of a new Honda pressure washer?

I feel confident saying it’s not happening anytime soon.

So I moved things to the lawn, grabbed my brush and went to work.

Many ~~holy hell why is it surface of the sun~~ hot hours later…

I was done.

And pretty pleased with the results.

Dirty siding aside, it looks nice.

Clean, fresh and ready for the red squirrel family’s onslaught of poo.

Next morning fog shot just because.

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Just call him Johnny Appleseed.

August 16, 2020 Rivergirl 31 Comments

Hope springs eternal, at least for my husband when it comes to trees.

The three oaks he transplanted a while ago croaked and had to be dug up.

So when we were in the middle of a drought and a heat wave?

He figured that would be a great time for us to plant 10 apple trees.

Holes were dug in ground that felt like cement.

And I had to run the bucket brigade again.

Because naturally he wanted to plant them at the far ends of our property.

But I did find some wild raspberries.

And blackberries.

It took us all damned day.

But trees were planted.

The heat was intense and I told him this was the wrong time of year to plant.

But you know how that went.

Will he water and fertilize and care for these new transplants in this mid summer heat wave?

Hell no.

Say goodbye trees, you’re doomed.

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It started out innocently enough…..

August 12, 2020 Rivergirl 29 Comments

This week’s harvest from our neighbor’s CSA yielded scallions, cabbage, beets, Swiss chard, basil, parsley, garlic scapes, a tomato, a zucchini and raspberries.

Needless to say the raspberries were demolished with ice cream the first night and since we craved more, we headed across the road to their farm stand.

I can’t say I’ve ever seen a tractor trailer box renovated into a turquoise and gold farm stand…

But hey, it works.

Fairy tale eggplant?

There are so many off color jokes I could make right now my brain is threatening to explode.

And in case you’re wondering how the veggies don’t bake in the heat?

Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Just as we were about to leave, our neighbor’s daughters showed us all of her father’s left over apple trees. He’d planted as many as he could for his new orchard and didn’t want the rest.