We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"Use it up, wear it out, make do, or do without". Yup, the essence of Yankee frugality. First thing you flatlandahs do when you move into town is bitch about your neighbor's junkyard, even after he does the neighborly thing and plows you out, pulls you out of the ditch, and/or comes up with just the right missing tool and/or part to fix your "rig" that just broke down. We call it "The Audacity of Flatlandahs", as opposed to "The Audacity of Hope". The flatlandahs see it as depressing real estate values in the 'hood whereas it is actually the least of the problems depressing real estate values these days. Me, I believe in the "live and let live", "good neighbor" policy, that's the way it's s'pposed to be, ain't it?
Beloved and I cleaned up a mess like this when the first "old timer" died. We were lucky however, had an uncle who asked,
"anything here you want to keep?" To which we responded, "no, if you see something you want just take it." The following summer when we got back home--the quite nice pole barn was gone. It had been jacked up, put on a trailer, and towed by the cat to a new site at Uncle's house! Be careful of what you give away--but don't forget: there were areas in this country that were settled by "tidy, and neat" farmers--you didn't see this in those yards--no matter how poor. Everything was neat--no piles of firewood--only neatly stacked cords. With regard to Saab--never, never, never again!
what happens to the plastic gas container if it has gas in it in the cold? i just found one in my garage half filled and i am thinking it is not a good idea to have that thing in there but then is it the same as the gas tank in the car? i know it sounds stupid but guess what "dumb is as dumb does"
Now if the junkyard - I mean backyard - contained a Travelall or an International Scout in orange, or a Chevy pickup in that orange and white creamsicle combination they used to have, I might be interested...
hahaha. Good one! I remember those books and doing them with my kids. It's an interesting test about how the mind works its cinema. I found Waldo within ten seconds as did my daughter. My son took a much longer time, but he has very slight ADD. Maybe that was it. But he was not a good sport, so my daughter and I would pretend we couldn't find him.
I love how some random comment brings back a fun memory. :)