That damn password crap you give me. Daughter visiting up from Worcester for Easter and she showed me how. Man does she find it amusing that her old dad is a blogger on her old 6 year old Dell machine on my phone line. To me, plain embarassing to put myself out there like I was someone important. Not that anyone is. We have been ass over elbow up here making sugar in the Northeast Kingdom. Not a God-dang New Yorker to be seen, so that's something good. Smoke pouring out of the shack's chimney. Sap flowing like a son of a b. A good year for maple which as I say is a damn bad year for income. Working for nothin'. That's the Vermont way. We could go 5000 gallons, maybe more. Not all Grade A. I prefer the lower grades, got more substance. But a good vintage, you know. What else? Haven't seen a bear yet but I'm waiting to use that bear-heart recipe. Figure it might build me up. I don't like to complain but my bum knee is a ---ing pain. ---ing Korea. A hell-hole. And don't tell me to go to that VA, Dog, or anywhere else. They'll want to give me a stainless steel knee etc. and I'd be laid up for 6 mos. which a farmer cannot do. Plus there is no ----ing way anyone is taking a saw to my legs. OK, time to bring the coffee down to the boys. Is that enough for you this week, Dog?
