Keith At His Best

The Herd of Unwashed

17 years ago, at the age of 23, I was hiking the Applachian Trail from Georgia to Maine. It doesn't feel that long ago. This is the time of year the hikers come through our town and if I see them in the store or laundrymat I ask them if they need a ride to the post office, back to the trailhead, etc. I tell them what year I hiked, and then I feel really old. Sigh.

Anonymous Thoughts on the Sarah Palin Resignation

I came across this gem while reading comments on themudflats.net.

" i don’t know how you alaskans dealt with her before McCain put her on the map. all i know is that i am so so sorry that you were forced to endure her reign; it must have been like being led by a muppet. a corrupt muppet. in evil high heels. "

Corrupt muppets in evil high heels. This person is quite possibly my soulmate.

The Shame of Rabbit Hoarding

At times I think I'm a bit odd. But this lady has me beat.

We should all embrace the quirks that make us who we are...but without jail-time.

Currently On My Nightstand

Just a bit of light reading. It's good to file info away in the grey cells.

Quote : "They can live for up to a year without food."

Sweet hopscotching Jesus! Did anyone else see the Bedbug Article? I'm going to doom our luck now and state for the record that The Minion has never gotten headlice. And as far as I know we have never experienced bedbugs away or at home...oh shit, I'm all itchy now just thinking about parasites.

Stuff - boxes and bags of Stuff

For those of you who still have parents among the living, you may not fully realize how much Stuff can accumulate in oh....80 or so years. It's probably rude to ask them to begin culling their belongings. My mother really only had 50 years of Stuff in the house as she moved to VT after her first husband passed away. I loved my mother. But in all honesty did she really need to keep:

• All her dress clothes that stopped fitting her over a decade ago.
• Her dress shoes, when she stopped wearing heels.
• Her cassettes once she graduated to CD's.
• The portable hood hairdryer.
• Around 200 haircurlers.
• A bazillion tupperwear containers.
• Old, old, old booze. Booze that was in the house when I was a teenager. I won't even drink it now.
• Spices. She stopped cooking when dad died. She never used the spices anyway. Again, been there since my childhood. The oregano is grey.

Fortunately ( so far ) my brother has moved into the house. So we don't really need to be Hell-bent on hoeing out. However it is a Project and a half. Once I get it under control, I'm going to simplify things here at home.