Quote of the Day
I just gave in and turned my furnace on. I try to wait util Nov. 1, but I seldom make it. BTW, I’ve had cock-a-leekie soup AND haggis, even though I have absolutely no Scottish connection 🙂 — by Bob Marvin in Streetlevel: Adjusting for the Cold Weather
I just gave in and turned my furnace on. I try to wait util Nov. 1, but I seldom make it. BTW, I’ve had cock-a-leekie soup AND haggis, even though I have absolutely no Scottish connection 🙂
— by Bob Marvin in Streetlevel: Adjusting for the Cold Weather
What a prince among men you are, Iron Balls. You must make your mom so proud.
I always wait until I get two telephone calls from tenants complaining that it’s too cold before I turn on the boilers.
Every year it’s the same people. They balk when I tell them to just put on jackets.
In Scotland the Agga was always on, so it was difficult to say when the heat turned on. Dreary place Scotland. I lived in Perthshire, it may as well have been Lapland. I mean, maybe three hours of sunlight a week in the winter. All there was to do was drink. No wonder they fled to settle in America, Australia, South Africa, New Zeeland, Tasmania, anywhere!!!
No…cock a leekie soup…google it.
Leekie Cock Soup? You’re kidding, right?
Nah, it’s an “old Brooklyn” salon in many ways with some really nice people–who evidently need to keep really cool–but there’s no “big hair” there.
Sorry about the cold, Dave. Just got over it myself, and the chills that came with it meant many blankies or better yet, HEAT.
You seem to know about these things (and food too!), so I sure hope you are right. I had fifteen years to go at my first real “pension-type” job, so I went for the high-risk almost-all equities option, and just as I started accumulating a little something, I got wiped out. I didn’t bail because the way I saw it I’d either have a stock account with nothing or enough in a money market to get me through about six months of retirement. When I went in with the market so high a few years ago, I jokingly said to the CREF rep that what I needed was a crash and and then a rebound in the next fifteen years. Well, I got the crash, all right, and now I am telling myself that I am buying more stock at cheaper prices. But I feel sick about what’s happening.
My Italian grandmother owned a bakery in East Harlem during the Depression. People who could not afford to feed the gas meter brought their bread to her, unbaked. She baked it for them for free. To identify the family loaf, people put a “marker” in the top of the dough–a holy medal or coin. That way they got the right loaf when they picked it up. For Italians, the bread and gravy recipe is unique to each family and no one else’s would do.
Let’s hope you don’t have to install ovens at the new place.
DIBS: Menudo – Toda Va Bien, Toda Va Bien.
QuartersB…don’t fret about the retirement account; unless of course you’re already pushing 70. It’ll come back.
On the hair salon I had a vision of that salon in Summer of Sam where all the girls have big hair and are always chewing gum…and then there was John Leguazzano (sp?)!!!
I had to laugh at this QotD because my son has the same “thing” about making it to November 1st, and he never does. Been close a couple of times, but he always caves in.
The flip side:
How about the people in my hair salon yesterday groaning about their $200 electric bills and in the next breath saying that they just turned off the air conditioning two weeks ago?
This thread is so much better than all those reminding me that my retirement account has effectively been wiped out and that my apartment will soon be worth nothing. I may have to teach until I am 80, but I’ll turn the damn heat on whenever I want!