Monday Meanderings


The snow continues to pile up at the farm. This morning we had 16 inches on the ground, and we've been thoroughly covered for a week now. In Oregon, this is a highly unusual occurrence and I'm ready for it to be over!

We got a small dose of ice in between show showers, just enough to lock the snow onto tree branches and provide a means for more snow to pile up. Result: lots of damaged trees. If I were to go outside right now, the branches breaking and trees snapping sound like a firing range!

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I haven't been able to make it to the range to test the guns I've finished, let alone make it into town to ship them. Sadly, unless we get a major thaw it's entirely likely that I won't get anything shipped before the holiday.

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Plastic guns and ovens don't mix. (Obligatory jab at the French omitted, though I'm sure my British friends can fill in the blanks.)

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As if the miserable weather weren't enough, I'm down with a nasty cold. I don't know how I caught it, as I haven't been able to get out to be in contact with a carrier!

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SayUncle alerted me to
this little bit of racism. (My thought: someone who assumes that you would want to kill her because of her skin color does so because - deep down - she harbors the fantasy of killing you because of your skin color.)

"Projection", it's called.


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