I took this with Dad’s camera last summer. Or was it the summer before last. I don’t remember. It was at Nubble Lighthouse in Maine.
I took Dad’s camera to New York this past weekend and with the exception of a couple of pics with my iPhone it was the only camera I used. It’ll probably be years before I get the film developed though, so you’re just going to have to be patient. You and me both.
We are home from New York. It was just a one day visit to the city but it was a blast. All we did was wander around 5th Avenue while freezing our asses off. I shot a whole roll of 35mm film through my father’s camera. Awesome.
Today is December 15th. Xmas is 10 days away. You know what that means. It means that today starts the final xmas push. The to-do list for today includes wrapping presents by the truck load. There are a few errands to run too, but today starts the wrapping bonanza.
Bring it on.
Somewhere not too terribly far from New York, but still in Connecticut.
HoHoHo. Merry Mass Pike.
I have had three people recently tell me that they might qualify for citizenship to a country in Europe. Given the direction the USA is heading, I am seriously jealous. In 2017 there was talk of Ireland offering levels of citizenship to people whose family originated there. My paternal great-grandparents were from Ireland, but that was too far removed for me to qualify for anything.
Today, purely out of jealousy, I looked to a couple of other options. My maternal grandparents were born in Newfoundland. At the time it was still a British Dominion, not a Canadian province. What the hell, I checked on both options. Canada was a no. It said there might be possibilities if my grandparents served in the armed forces or worked for the government. My grandfather was a fisherman. He planned to enlist in the navy during World War I but the war ended just before his 18th birthday so he did not sign up. My grandmother was a house keeper. No government service at all.
I looked at the UK too, though after Brexit why would anyone want to sign up for UK citizenship? Since Newfoundland was British when my grandparents were born, the Google reported to me that there was a 13% chance I would qualify. How it came up with 13% I don’t know, but when I dug even a tiny bit deeper it was clear the answer was no.
Maybe I could hire a lawyer to dig a little and pull some legal strings. You know… just in case the USA continues it’s trend of flushing itself down the crapper. Just to have options, you know? Not that I would ever leave… it would be nice to know I had somewhere to go if I needed to… not that I would.
So rain is still a thing. I mean this from a work point of view.
When Covid hit and we all started working from home full time, I learned to stop really worrying about rain. I didn’t have a commute anymore so I didn’t need to drive to and from work in the rain. I didn’t need to walk out to a parking lot in the rain. I didn’t even need to walk to the driveway. From the perspective of getting to and from work rain (and snow) stopped being a concern at all.
Now that we’re back in the office at least some of the time it’s a thing again and it sucks.
It is pouring rain today. I’m looking out the window and the parking lot looks like a small lake. I have to drive to a different building soon and that means I have to go out in this suck-fest of a rain storm and get drenched so that I can make the next meeting.
Working at home is so much better than working in the office. So much better.
Thus concludes this morning’s rant about rain. Thank you for your time and patience.
We’ve been home for a few hours. I fed the cats, I went grocery shopping, we had dinner. Yeah, we’re home again.
It was snowing when we left Burlington, VT. Not a lot, but enough to make some of the roads pretty sloppy. The car’s anti-lock breaks kicked in a couple of times before we made it to the highway. Once we were on route 89 though, the only real issue with the winter weather was spray off of the road. No problem.
Back to work tomorrow. Mondays are usually in the office, but this week it’s at home. That’ll be nice, don’t you think?
In closing, here’s a random pic from behind a gas station somewhere off of route 89 in Vermont.
Unlike the folks in the movie White Christmas, we have snow in Vermont.
I’m so proud I might spontaneously combust.
Inside the Red Head's Head 