
Yesterday was windy – knock you on your ass and roll you across the yard windy – and that generally means the weather is gonna change. So it snowed overnight and most of this morning, but never got very cold. A little after noon and the solar panels are clearing, with some help from a broom. In fact most of the snow on the ground has already melted. But it’s so overcast the batteries will never fully charge, and I’m not sure it’s done snowing.

LB was loving it while it lasted, though. He may get more joy yet, since the forecast says the next week at least is supposed to be cold and nasty. Shouldn’t seem like such a bad thing, this still being February and all. But it’s been so nice so long that I’m really spoiled.


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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Augh!!! I may come up Saturday for the sole purpose of dropping off supplies and then running away again. 😛
In the SE corner we are hoping for snow and rain this weekend.
Looks like that Double Doodie bag arrived just in time…you won’t have to sit outside freezing your butt off. Life is good.
You can buy them in boxes of 10. Maybe Landlady can bring you more.
🙂 Just returned from freezing my cheeks to the seat of the Plan B chair, so maybe that would be a good plan.
“Just returned from freezing my cheeks to the seat of the Plan B chair”
I’m trying to decide: Would that be hilarious to see? …or is that a mental image I need to flush before it does harm to my brain?
Joel,
I use a cheap, plastic covered foam seat in my outhouse and while ugly, in bitter cold weather you can sit down and it INSTANTLY feels warm. Unless you didn’t scrape off all the ice and snow.
In the course of a long life no one has ever expressed great delight at the sight of me with my pants down. However my girlish shriek at first contact might be hilarious to hear, for all I know.
We have kept the seat hanging on a nail near the wood stove. When the temperature in the outhouse is near zero bringing the warm seat with you helps.