Thank Buddha for wool socks. The only way to get a gas flame around the DogHaus today is to light one’s own farts.
Happily, it is October, not February — which means it’s about 55 outside and 65 inside as we speak at 10 a.m. Bibleburg time. That ain’t bad, though I confess I miss our old Weirdcliffe wood stove. It, unlike our rooftop solar unit here, worked even on cloudy Sunday mornings like this one.
Meanwhile, Friend of Dogpatch Larry T. sends word of his raviolipalooza. Watch and weep as you nibble your shredded wheat.
The guru meditates on the pure white light of stupidity.
Technology is not always our friend. For example, when I awakened this morning to the sound of the furnace fan running endlessly while the bedroom only grew colder, I surmised that our ditzy Heil heater was on the fritz again (ain’t no flies on me).
Then I clocked in over at VeloNews.com only to find the site down and some arcane error message about “guru meditation” and “varnish cache server.” Nobody told me the cache server required varnishing, and anyway, can’t the guru do it between meditations? I’m a busy man.
• Late update: Ho, ho. Seems “Guru Meditation” is the name of an error that occurred on early versions of the Commodore Amiga computers when they crashed. And here I thought we’d been running the site on a Mac SE. Live and learn. Speaking of which, looks like new-furnace time. Time to start logging some OT somewhere.
Finally it feels like fall. We had a smidgen of rain late yesterday afternoon, and then the wind sprang up and the leaves began falling. This morning, the furnace clicked on.
I surrendered to the inevitable and skipped the shorts in favor of some cotton samue drawers. My sleeveless summertime wife-beater T bit the dust a couple days ago, but I’m not quite ready to go to the full-on sweatpants-and-socks combo. Not yet.
Steel-cut Irish oatmeal fortified with cinnamon, honey, nuts and fruit is back on the breakfast menu, as are eggs, especially when scrambled with green chile or hardboiled, sliced and served alongside a potato hash involving chopped chile and scallions, diced red bell pepper, minced garlic, Mexican oregano and some leftover protein from the previous night’s dinner (chicken, beef or pork).
Did I mention chile? I made a green chile stew using chicken thighs instead of pork last week and it was killer. Tonight I may whip up some buffalo enchiladas in a red sauce that has its red-hot roots in Chimayo, New Mexico. You can’t stop me.
Also back on the menu is running. I haven’t been doing much of that this summer, but since it’s no longer summer it’s time to suck it up and get back to the ground-pounding. It’s not as nifty as cycling, but it’s easier to do in the snow.
Snow? Did I say that or just think it? Where’d I leave those wool socks?
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