Jim, that was a disturbing story about Ms. Fawcett's last months. I would certainly come down on the side of Mr. Nevius, from reading that article. Hopefully she wasn't aware of many of the details of what was going on, and died in peace.
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Jim, that was a disturbing story about Ms. Fawcett's last months. I would certainly come down on the side of Mr. Nevius, from reading that article. Hopefully she wasn't aware of many of the details of what was going on, and died in peace.
Pappy
Living the Dream
Kill Joy, Jim. I'm leaving this thread Farrah behind.
Nancy, Jim, I hope you know I wasn't serious. Just being me.
Jim, I notice all of Jesse Thompson's videos were uploaded in the summer of 2011. I'm guessing he is still alive, I'm pretty sure he is 90 years old now.
Because you mentioned your father singing Bill Grogan's Goat, I wondered where I first heard it. It was in John Thompson's Modern Course for the Piano, 2nd Level, and I still have that book! (Purchase date 1959. I was 13.) The words in that version are the ones I remember. Mystery solved.
They[SUP]1[/SUP] think the song was based on a poem by Robert William Service (1874 - 1958), but Service's poem may have been based on a 1904 song, "Tale of a Shirt"
Sheet Music
OR, the poem could have been based on the song "Papa's Billy Goat."
Fiddlin' John Carson - Papa's Billy Goat - 1924
(with lyrics on the YouTube site)
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(This self created puzzle was more fun trying to solve than a giant nonogram.
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Meanderer
Supreme Member
Nancy, you may be right on the origin, but people living along the tracks had goats galore, so it could have been a common enough joke. Here are the lyrics:
Papa bought him a great big billy goat
Mama, she washed most every day
And she hung her clothes out on the line
Well, the darned ol' goat, he come that way
He pulled down the red flannel shirt
You ought'a heard them buttons crack
I'll get even with the son-of-a-gun
Gonna tie him across the railroad track
I tied him 'cross the railroad track
When the train was a com'n at a powerful rate
He belched up the ole red shirt
Then flagged down that gol' durn train
I went to the depot, and I bought me a ticket
Well I walked right in an' I sot right down
Stuck the ticket in the brim o' my hat
An' th dog-gone wind blowed it out on the ground
Big conductor come around, said, give me your ticket
Well I had to pay again or be left on the track
I'll get even with the son-of-a-gun
Gonna time him across the railroad track
Acted an old fool, and married me a widder
And the widow had a daughter and her name was Maude
Father being a widower married her daughter
And now my daddy is my own son-in-law
Met her on the road, and I laid her on the board
And I tuned up the fiddle, give her sugar in the gourd
Sugar in the gourd and I can't get it out
Well the way to get the sugar out is roll the gourd about
Had a little hen, she had a wooden leg
She's the best little hen that ever layed a egg
She laid mo' eggs than a hen around the barn
Another little drink won't do us any harm
Had a little duck, she had a webbed foot
She built her nest on a mulberry root
She drew grass round, to keep her eggs warm
Another little drink would help me along
Papa bought him a great big billy goat
Mama, she washed most every day
And she hung her clothes out on the line
Well, the darned ol' goat, he come that way
He pulled down the red flannel shirt
You ought'a heard them buttons crack
I'll get even with the son-of-a-gun
Gonna tie him across the railroad track
I tied him 'cross the railroad track
When the train was a com'n at a powerful rate
He belched up the ole red shirt
Then flagged down that gol' durn train
I went to the depot, and I bought me a ticket
Well I walked right in an' I sot right down
Stuck the ticket in the brim o' my hat
An' th dog-gone wind blowed it out on the ground
Big conductor come around, said, give me your ticket
Well I had to pay again or be left on the track
I'll get even with the son-of-a-gun
Gonna time him across the railroad track
Acted an old fool, and married me a widder
And the widow had a daughter and her name was Maude
Father being a widower married her daughter
And now my daddy is my own son-in-law
Met her on the road, and I laid her on the board
And I tuned up the fiddle, give her sugar in the gourd
Sugar in the gourd and I can't get it out
Well the way to get the sugar out is roll the gourd about
Had a little hen, she had a wooden leg
She's the best little hen that ever layed a egg
She laid mo' eggs than a hen around the barn
Another little drink won't do us any harm
Had a little duck, she had a webbed foot
She built her nest on a mulberry root
She drew grass round, to keep her eggs warm
Another little drink would help me along
Meanderer
Supreme Member
Deleted post... I got mixed up.
Yes Jim, I've been floundering around a lot lately due to unpredictable weather and other changes.
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Falling behind in jobs, along with caffeine overload, makes me want to talk nonstop, and there's nobody here but the cat. Here's more talking...changing the subject back to the daily grind.
Carefully followed radar and the weather reports Sunday, by the hour. Wanted to spray some weeds near the house out at the lake before the plants slow down growing for the summer. They said rain would stop completely at 4pm. It did. Sprayed at 5:30pm. At 6pm this big black cloud formed out of nowhere and brought a light rain with huge lightning bolts and loud thunder. Hmmm.... Will try again Tuesday or Wednesday.
Meanwhile I'm sitting on the back porch and two little birds fly up right near me and let out an ear-shattering sound. How could birds that little make such a noise? The sound at 0:16-0:29 on this video at highest volume convinces me they were house wrens. (I was an intruder.)
I'm sure they are scouting out a nest site on top of the outdoor porch light. The plastic light is already broken because of previous wrens (long story) and won't hold another pair.
Grocery shopping and didn't get home 'til 9:30. Bill Grogan's Goat was like a gift. A perfect excuse to play around on the internet until bedtime. I'm getting stuck again. Deep breath...
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Falling behind in jobs, along with caffeine overload, makes me want to talk nonstop, and there's nobody here but the cat. Here's more talking...changing the subject back to the daily grind.
Carefully followed radar and the weather reports Sunday, by the hour. Wanted to spray some weeds near the house out at the lake before the plants slow down growing for the summer. They said rain would stop completely at 4pm. It did. Sprayed at 5:30pm. At 6pm this big black cloud formed out of nowhere and brought a light rain with huge lightning bolts and loud thunder. Hmmm.... Will try again Tuesday or Wednesday.
Meanwhile I'm sitting on the back porch and two little birds fly up right near me and let out an ear-shattering sound. How could birds that little make such a noise? The sound at 0:16-0:29 on this video at highest volume convinces me they were house wrens. (I was an intruder.)
I'm sure they are scouting out a nest site on top of the outdoor porch light. The plastic light is already broken because of previous wrens (long story) and won't hold another pair.
Grocery shopping and didn't get home 'til 9:30. Bill Grogan's Goat was like a gift. A perfect excuse to play around on the internet until bedtime.
I'm getting stuck again. Deep breath...?
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My last post sounded like an attempt to get someone to pay attention. Not so! It was a disguised self pep talk. It doesn't work to give a pep talk in front of the cat, but it does, to give one in cyberspace. I've mentioned this many times before.
Since last post I did a home perm in record time---one hour plus the waiting! Been trying to do this for a week, but it's something you have to wait 'til after 5pm to do, and it can't be done if the lights go off in a thunderstorm. I'll be cute (from a distance) with no fussing over hair, for at least 8 weeks now. Just kidding.
Thought about a drink to counteract the caffeine, but there are no mixers in the house except Coolaid. In all the old westerns, folks always drink straight whiskey, so while I was waiting on the perm I rumaged around in the pantry and found a 20 year old bottle of Old Crow, poured a shot on the rocks, and nursed it along. Surprisingly, after the mouth quits burning and the awful taste goes away, it leaves a warm tingly feeling that's not bad. I get the attraction now. That's one thing I can cross off my bucket list.
I don't need a vacation. Just the opposite. I need to light a fire and get moving. I've been in limbo for a week now, mostly because most everything that needs to be done depends on no rain, and it starts to pile up. It looks good this week, but they always change the forecast at the last minute.
Since last post I did a home perm in record time---one hour plus the waiting! Been trying to do this for a week, but it's something you have to wait 'til after 5pm to do, and it can't be done if the lights go off in a thunderstorm. I'll be cute (from a distance) with no fussing over hair, for at least 8 weeks now. Just kidding.
Thought about a drink to counteract the caffeine, but there are no mixers in the house except Coolaid.
In all the old westerns, folks always drink straight whiskey, so while I was waiting on the perm I rumaged around in the pantry and found a 20 year old bottle of Old Crow, poured a shot on the rocks, and nursed it along. Surprisingly, after the mouth quits burning and the awful taste goes away, it leaves a warm tingly feeling that's not bad. I get the attraction now. That's one thing I can cross off my bucket list.I don't need a vacation. Just the opposite. I need to light a fire and get moving. I've been in limbo for a week now, mostly because most everything that needs to be done depends on no rain, and it starts to pile up. It looks good this week, but they always change the forecast at the last minute.
An Old Crow will chase away those house wrens, every time!
:lol:
I believe a whole flock of Old Crows would chase away almost anything! :cheers:
Pappy
Living the Dream
On a short break right now. Back on track today. Must have been the Old Crow.
Tried to shape the hedge. I have no clue what I'm doing. Just make it like a pyramid they say. Mowed most of back lawn, going out to finish in a few minutes. The grass is soooo high! Cannot wear a sweatband on head with new hairdo for at least a couple of days 'cause I'm afraid it may set permanently with a crease all the way around. :eewwk: Came inside dripping wet and the curls had all wound back up into tight little rolls. Cute! (That's a good sign it "took", though)
Thanks for the crow images. I may go get a bottle of Wild Turkey next time, so you folks will have something to keep you out of trouble.
Tried to shape the hedge. I have no clue what I'm doing. Just make it like a pyramid they say. Mowed most of back lawn, going out to finish in a few minutes. The grass is soooo high! Cannot wear a sweatband on head with new hairdo for at least a couple of days 'cause I'm afraid it may set permanently with a crease all the way around. :eewwk: Came inside dripping wet and the curls had all wound back up into tight little rolls. Cute!
(That's a good sign it "took", though) Thanks for the crow images. I may go get a bottle of Wild Turkey next time, so you folks will have something to keep you out of trouble.
Hmmm... It's not the weather itself, it's the not being able to plan ahead, that is starting to get to me. I'm just thankful I'm not a farmer, or an excavation contractor.
Last night they predicted a maximum 20% chance of thundershowers, at any given hour of the day here today. Decided this was the best day of the week to spray weeds, and get it over with for the year. This would be a big job, requiring the golf cart, lots of supplies, several hours, and no rain for a few hours afterward.
This morning they have a max 45% chance, peaking at 3pm, and radar map showing a large cell with heavy rain going over the area at 1pm. The definition of PoP (below) is not really helpful because of the constant updating.
So...changing plans, finishing up the hedge trimming, then head out and see what has happened after 3pm.
Oh well, I really didn't want to do it anyway. :whome:
Reference: NOAA
Last night they predicted a maximum 20% chance of thundershowers, at any given hour of the day here today. Decided this was the best day of the week to spray weeds, and get it over with for the year. This would be a big job, requiring the golf cart, lots of supplies, several hours, and no rain for a few hours afterward.
This morning they have a max 45% chance, peaking at 3pm, and radar map showing a large cell with heavy rain going over the area at 1pm. The definition of PoP (below) is not really helpful because of the constant updating.
So...changing plans, finishing up the hedge trimming, then head out and see what has happened after 3pm.
Oh well, I really didn't want to do it anyway. :whome:
Reference: NOAA
Pappy
Living the Dream
I understand your point, Jim. It's too much information because it really can't be very accurate for things like these scattered showers.
Probably the frustration comes about because you want to believe the forecast is correct, and when it turns out wrong, you get upset. Without a forecast you can just blame Mother Nature (which you can't do anything about), instead of NOAA.
But they are pretty accurate when it comes to something important, like hurricanes and fronts.
Edited to add...
Just headed back outside to work on hedge some more, and IT'S RAINING!!! :lol: ... Time to switch to housework.
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Update 11:55pm
Took off for the lake after 5pm. There had been heavy rains out there---mud swirls all over and some of the straw below the garage roof had almost washed out.
The reason for all this... I've changed my mind about spraying the dam. Mowing will only make briars and trees come back stronger than ever. It's better to try to get rid of them now, permanently. Roundup only works if the plants are still growing.
Tomorrow - 0% chance of rain, but I have a lunch engagement, which I simply cannot afford to cancel. Will probably try again after that. Need to pick up a couple of gasoline cans to haul water. I promise no more talk about the weather (unless a catastrophe happens).
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Took off after lunch today and was sitting on the dam by 3:30. Finished spraying the briars and small trees, both front and back sides, by 6:30. The hardest part is remembering where you've been. Probably missed some, but not many. Playing with the scythe earlier in the summer was not completely wasted. It made it easier to walk on those (few) sections. Still need to cut down a few trees that are too large to spray.
The only signs of the surveyor were two strips of pink tape---one at the inlet drain, and one at the outlet pipe. (Can't the contractor find those by himself?) He also whacked a path down to both, with a machete. That was convenient for me. He seems a bit overqualified for what he has done so far. Ha! I assume he's going back and do some calculations, or something, and maybe come up with a drawing?
I've used the term "gully-washer" in a joking manner before, but there must have REALLY been a gully washer yesterday. There is trash piled up against the fence and gates, ditches starting to form down long steep roads, and some washing around culverts. Not good.
An optical illusion from today... From the dam, it looked like the dock had collapsed and sunk on the end toward the bank. Startled me at first, but it's just a shadow (I think).
The only signs of the surveyor were two strips of pink tape---one at the inlet drain, and one at the outlet pipe. (Can't the contractor find those by himself?
) He also whacked a path down to both, with a machete. That was convenient for me. He seems a bit overqualified for what he has done so far. Ha! I assume he's going back and do some calculations, or something, and maybe come up with a drawing? I've used the term "gully-washer" in a joking manner before, but there must have REALLY been a gully washer yesterday. There is trash piled up against the fence and gates, ditches starting to form down long steep roads, and some washing around culverts. Not good.
An optical illusion from today... From the dam, it looked like the dock had collapsed and sunk on the end toward the bank. Startled me at first, but it's just a shadow (I think).
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Got the holly hedge all done yesterday! Included crawling under on hands and knees and clipping all vines at the ground level. Raced across the finish line just before the R (no weather talk) started. It looks scraggly now, but will look pretty next spring, I think. The pile of clippings I've been hauling off is getting wide out there.
