I cannot tarry today. I must make cornbread dressing for the morrow!
Ash Pith
By Jimmy Johnson
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59 responses to “Ash Pith”
Rick, your story of the well water reminds me of the artesian wells where my grandparents would get water when in Moundville, AL. It was wonderful stuff when you got used to the iron taste. One was in a public park and the other fed a horse trough on one of the back roads.
My second round of chemo brought on some naseau and loss of appetite yesterday and today, along with tiredness. Ghost cooked stuffing and asparagus casserole to go with our turkey. It was quiet and peaceful here.
Tomorrow is day two with new sides for the turkey. We will have four days, not one to feast through the weekend. I like that idea.
Dickens filled up on turkey too. He loves it and “speaks” asking for his share. As Ghost says, it’s a good thing he is so cute.
Depends on your well, and time. Well at our cabin in the Chippewa NF had clay in the water, from 80′ down, maybe 40′ below lake level. Long since razed Curtis Hotel was famous, into the late ’60s or more, for artesian well water, drawn from an aquifer from ND. In another decade or so, chemical fertilizer from ND agriculture arrived. As Garret Hardin said, ‘You cannot do just one thing.’ Peace,
I grew up on well water, and I always thought the water at school tasted so funny. The neighbor kids were on the town water and would always ask for water at our house.
Curtis was, I think, at 9-10 St. and 10th Av. in Mpls., area now occupied by ramps assoc. w/ I94/I35 freeway sys. No, that # is supposed to be max., not min. speed. Progress?
Peace,
Does it work this way for you too, Jimmy?
http://www.gocomics.com/nonsequitur/2017/11/24
Dude! You obviously don’t have a pickup truck with a recall notice and a buggy navigation system you need available by Monday!
Speaking of pickup trucks, I still wonder what happened to Super Truck.
Good morning. I may end up at Black Friday. Ghost and i are playing secret Santa to four seniors in local nursing home. They want cardigans.
I know how hard it is to find those. Like unicorns.
Mark, don’t send links unless they are local.
Green monkeys, mutual grooming.
https://explore.org/livecams/african-wildlife/african-animal-lookout-camera
Peace,