Sunday, June 29, 2014



"Yes, Missy?"

"Shhhh. You'll wake him up."

"Okay. What is it?"

"Marica. I've been doing some olfactory investigations and I fear that funky smell isn't just the moldy drywall in this room."

"What do you think it is in addition, Missy?"

"Well... . I hesitate to say but I think it may be... . Oh! This pains me so to say because I love him so. But I think it might be... Rocky."


"Now. Now. Calm down, Old Friend. Nothing personal."

"RUFF! Ruff ruff ruffffff. RufffffffFFFFF!!"

"Now, now, Rocky. No need to go all ad hominem on Missy."

"Oh! Why I never!! You have cut me to the bone, My Friend."

"Ruff. Ruff."

"Me? A big silly sissy?? Is that what you are calling me? Because I enjoyed my bath and you cut yours short with clear maloderiforous consequences?"


"Yeah. I don't think that's a word either, Rocky."

"Well! Be that as it may, I aim to please. And if I enjoyed the bath Miss M gave me, and if I smell good as a consequence, so be it. YOU STINK, My Dear Friend. And come to think of it... . Well."

"Alright. Alright. Rocky. It's true you don't smell all that good, even after your half-bath."


"I know. You are a self-sufficient dog and you think you can keep yourself clean. Perhaps it's a matter of standards."


"And Missy isn't a silly sissy. You know that."

"Indeed I am not! I scared the sh.. "


"Oh. Sorry. ... I scared the living daylights out of that fellow who came to the door the other day."


"Thank you, Friend. I am quite intimidating when I bark in my low voice and jump up, aren't I?"

"Ruuuufffff... ruffff! Ruuuuufffff!"

"Okay. Okay. Enough. You know, Rocky, Daughter C will be back on the Farm soon. Maybe you would allow her to give you a decent bath."

"RUFF!! RUFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"What? Sister C is coming home!!???"

"Yes. For a little while."

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!! We have so much upon which to catch up on! Hey! Rocky! Want to come into my box and snuggle and chat? Gosh! I wonder if she'll take us to the pasture?"


"G'night, y'all."

"Oh! Of course. Good night, Marica. Oh! Rocky!! C'mon, boy!"


What you've missed while I've been not blogging | A Photo Post with a Few Captions

That's the pile of ripped out carpet over there on the right. Trash fellows won't pick it up because when your bedrooms get flooded and you have to rip out the carpet-- you're "remodeling." We're "remodeling" alright.

Because there is always an appropriate seriousness to silliness ratio.

This woman driving the lift is amazing. Stubborn as the day is long. She will not be beaten by a low shop porch roof. 61 sheets of drywall. Under cover.

Misc. stuff.

Constructing The Greenhouse at Highland Heights
For Daughter C-- real electricians!!
It's been 20 days since the flood.

It's been a long 20 days. 

But Thank the Good Lord Almighty the kitchen didn't flood!! Pork stew served with 

Sweet Potato Biscuits

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

"I don't like it in here"

"Well. That's just too bad."

"It smells bad."


"Well! I never! I do my best to smell good. What are you saying, my 'friend'? That I smell as bad as this room?"


"Honestly, Marica, it does smell ... funky in here, doesn't it?"


"Where in the world did you hear that word, Missy?"

"Well, you suggested I increase my vocabulary. I think I've gotten a 'quote unquote' classical vocabulary nailed but what I lack is a 'colokeelal' vocabulary, so while you've been out doing God knows what these last few days, Rocky and I have been watching those DiNoMite dvds and I took note of 'funky.' I thought it one one those words I could use every six months or so for impact-- you know, to impart a greater shade of meaning to my thoughts. And I do see that it has made an impact."


"Good for you, Missy. It does smell funky in here."

"You know, Marica, sometimes you get sidetracked. I don't like it in here."

"Well. That's just too bad."

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

I'm blogging!!

Miss M has discovered that pennies work magic in perking up plants in water.
Also, mint deters flies from flying around mint's microenvironmint.*

It's summer in Mississippi. (I hear tell it's cool in L.A.)

And the best chicken Mr. Big Food has ever made. Little bit of olive oil & some salt and pepper & herbs in a 450 degree oven. Yum.

*I did that on on purpose.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Well, the good news is

Rocky has finally decided he should have his own blog. "Ruff!"
He feels Missy is upstaging him on The Blog. So he set himself up a little nook-- made out of flooded-room furniture remnants-- in the corner of the living room, and he got himself a google identity (heads up Mr. Low-Man!) and he commenced to blogging about Life on the Farm These Days from His Perspective.


That's a lie. That would be funny but I don't have the time to keep the blog up, let alone help Rocky with his. He has a limited vocabulary, don't you know. That would be a lot of work.

But the actual good news from Ricky-- the fellow with the micro-, mini-, back- and track hoes-- is that I will not lose the herb garden. 

Ricky could not give us a project estimate on what it will take to do what needs to be done. He charges by the hour. The micro-mini track hoe is $75/hr. The big ass one is $125. What this means is that if we want to be economical, all of the herbs need to get gone so they don't get in the way. It's an efficiency/priority issue. Water barriers and French drains trump herb gardens.

According to Dwayne, the herbs can be put back. But Ricky doesn't need to be spending time cherry picking through herbs to do what Dwayne needs to be done to put in a water barrier and French drain.

All told, it will take "a load"-- a love that as a unit of measure-- of gravel. Do you have any idea what a load of gravel costs?

Now all I have to do is figure out how to move the herbs.

Good thing I have a spare thinkin' cap in my drawer.

Would that this was my only concern this evening. 

Saturday, June 21, 2014


The one thing that has kept me sane these last few weeks has been following the insanity of the Mississippi senate run-off. As we-- here at the Farm-- move from total and utter chaos to mere complete disarray, the race has been moving in the other direction.

I take that as a good sign for us folk at the Farm.


The critters are confused. And I'm not just talking about my fellow citizens. Poor critters. 

Good Lord. Why is Missy barking at Snaps?

Gotta go.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

A. Leland's Chuckwagon

Left: Ribeye; Right: T-Bone? Plus grilled squash
A. Leland has claimed Wednesday as his night to cook supper. This evening he really out-did himself.

Mac & cheese
The steak was medium rare throughout. Here's how he accomplished that.

After what was apparently much research, he discovered an alternative to the classic streak-grilling paradigm. 

Subject to modification, and from memory:

  • build a very hot fire on one end of the grill
  • put the steak on the "cold" end of the grill and grill until it comes up to an internal temp of 115 °; might take 30 minutes or more
  • when it reaches that internal temperature, move it to the hot end of the grill to sear-- I guess flipping it once or twice
  • grill until the internal temp is medium rare-- whatever that temp is
When you think about it, it makes sense. 

It really was nice and pink throughout. And quite delicious.

Plus he made homemade rootbeer ice cream for dessert. Served in little waffle cones. 

Yesterday Mr. Big Food made chicken & pastry. 

"Good week of food," as Mr. Big Food often says. 

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

"What in the blue blazes is going on?"


"Oh! Very good, Missy. I see you have discovered colorful and polite phrases to use instead of those nasty, ugly cuss words. Good girl!"


"Dear friend, did you really think I wouldn't live up to the challenge?"


"As I was asking, what in the devil is going on, Marica? I haven't seen Sadie or Snaps in days, the living room is filled with beds on their sides and books and more books-- not that it wasn't already filled with books and more books but these are just randomly stacked up everywhere-- and strange people are coming and going-- you might think you're fooling us by sequestering us in the den but we can smell them, you know-- and there are new noisy machines running day and night. So I am most politely asking for an explanation as to what in the ordered universe is going on."


"Okay. In a word, disorder-- chaos, almost."

"Would you mind providing a bit more detail?"


"Well, you know Daughter C's and Miss M's rooms flooded."

"Oh yes! It was a soppy stinky mess."

"So we had to take everything on the floor out of their rooms and I called the insurance agent and... . Three men can empty a room in a heartbeat! And after that, they ripped out the carpet and then... ."

"Oh! Marica!! What has become of Sadie and Snaps. I know I torment Sadie to no end-- as does she, I-- but I do hope she and that friendly little kitty are alright. OH! GREAT HEAVENS!! They didn't get swept away by the flood, did they?????"

"RUFF!!! RUFF?????????"

"Calm down, boy. Your friend Snaps is fine. So is Sadie. They are just confined to their respective bathrooms."


"Poor dears. Carry on with the story, please."

"Where was I...?"


"Oh right. Rip out carpet. And then there were multiple rounds of cleanup and drying. And then we started to take out the wet drywall and then... ."

"Wait. What?"


"Wouldn't wet drywall be more properly called wetwall?"


"Shall I continue? Or do we need to talk about nouns and adjectives?"

"Pray, continue. Far be it from me to do or say anything to prolong this story."


"What are you laughing about, Rocky?"


"I know, Dear Friend, I did ask. My apologies. Please forgive me."


"Shhh... . Speak quietly. She can't hear and she can't speak dog."


"Anyway--  our neighbor, Dwayne the contractor,  came out and he counseled to not buy any dry drywall because we have to get to the bottom of the problem and he suggested we call ... ."


"Me too, old boy. Oh! Look! It's young Wesley Crusher on Star Trek Next Gen reruns. Boy! Are you seeing this?"


"Shhhh... ."

"And Belinda surveyed the situation and agrees with Dwayne. We need French drains."



"I said, 'We need French drains.' Surely one of you has a response."

"Oh! Of course we do! It's the only logical solution. The French are such a logical people. Don't you agree, My Dear Friend?"


"Good Grief. You've lost interest already?"

"Well... . It was a long story and our sense is you could go on all night without ever really answering my initial question."


"Okay. Short answer: Chchchcanges. Changes. BE PREPARED."

"How hard was that?"

"Sometimes I wonder why I bother to talk to you."

"Oh. Please. Marica. It's because I am such a good conversationalist."

"ru... f.. f."


THANKS to Miss M & Mr. BIg Food's Dad for the kick in the pants I needed. 

Friday, June 13, 2014

Disaster Update

Okay-- in the grand scheme of things it's not a full-fledged disaster. It just seems like it!

The carpet & padding are in a pile by the dumpster. The tack strips are gone and every fan we have is running like crazy. I'll be heading to Starkvegas to get a dehumidifier. Oh! By the way, the wet/dry shop vac is amazing.

Next step-- start scraping the latex paint off the floor in Miss M's room. What idiot... ?

Speaking of idiocy-- I have here in front of me Volume Two of Diseases of Infants and Children by J.P. Griffith, M.D., Ph.D. (1921). There are eight pages on idiocy. Fascinating stuff.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Welcome To My World

Ah, Man... I Almost Cried

From Kat who saw it on Facebook today. She said it was captioned, "Spotted in the Albion Beatnik bookstore in Oxford, UK."

Thanks, Kat!

A Day Late But Still Worth Remembering

May 26, 1907 - June 11, 1979
John Wayne... was the movies' most powerful and popular embodiment of masculinity. He personified all of the qualities that were once considered admirable and good about the male sex: He was six-foot-four and broad as a horse, with a craggy face and heavy-lidded mastiff eyes, strong and generally silent but with an authoritative, resonating voice that Life magazine once described as sounding "like someone sandpapering the strings of a bass fiddle." Beyond his majestic physical presence, John Wayne created an image of heroism in this movies that stood for generations of Americans... as America's brightest beacon of moral purpose, gallantry, and honor.
[From Encyclopedia of Popular Culture, Jane & Michael Stern, Harper Perennial, New York, 1992.]

Everyone knows 'John Wayne' wasn't his real name-- but did you know how he came to be 'John Wayne?' The director John Ford-- with whom he made many many epic films-- suggested he choose the name of "someone in American history he really liked, so he chose Mad Anthony Wayne, the American Revolutionary War general." 'Tony Wayne' was too Italian sounding (!) and so 'John' it was.

Your favorite John Wayne movie? 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014


Sadie Is Not Amused

When I play with my cat, who knows whether she isn't amusing herself with me more than I am with her.
--Montaigne (1533-1592)

Sadie is not amused by the state of affairs in Miss M's room.
Snaps isn't all that happy about things, either, but she'd taking it in typical Snaps fashion. 

(Thanks to Daughter C recommending I post about the cats.)

Dear Richy--

All of punditry is now in the game of explaining what almost none of us saw coming in the Cantor race.
--Rich Lowry, Editor, National Review
Please accept an invitation from Mr. Big Food and myself to come on down to the Farm sometime this fall-- at your convenience, of course, and after the NRO cruise.  
We will wine and dine you (to the extent possible in a dry county). We'll introduce you to some local folk and customs-- maybe even let you shoot a gun! 
And we'll sit around the picnic table and 'splain things to you. 
Looking forward to hearing from you, 

What a dumb ass. I've got a crappy old book or two by William F. Richy is no Buckley. 

What a Pleasant Morning!

  • I found two old socks and two empty water bottles. The dogs are content.
  • It's not raining.
  • Got an apologetic email from the newspaper editor.
  • And Eric Cantor lost BIG. Hahahahahahaha!
And now... off to unload the dishwasher.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

When I'm Dead and Buried

up at the summit, I want my tombstone to read:
Marica Caroline Bernstein
December 4, 1958 - xxber X, 2xxx
Loving wife and mother who loaded the dishwasher time & time again
I want those italics in there.

People: It ain't all that hard! You can do it, too! 

Miss M even made a magnetic sign to guide you.
I am trying to salvage Daughter C's portfolio.

from the flooded closet

And would very much appreciate folks rinsing and then putting their dirty dishes in the dish washer.
Thank you!

We are so great! UPDATED

Prosperity tries the fortunate; adversity the great.
--Pliny the Younger
It's raining!!

I will resume being light, gay-- amusing even-- just as soon as I've had a bowl of Rice Krispies and fed the cats.

Carry on.


UPDATE: Should have posted much earlier today. I must had hit the wrong button. 

Monday, June 9, 2014

This has been a long day

Mr. Cotton Field's fields got flooded, as did Miss M and Daughter C' rooms.

I got a new shop vac.

Things are not going well.

Me & my new wet/dry vac have sucked up gallons of nasty water from the carpet in Miss M and Daughter C's rooms.

The wet/dry vac has amazing suction power.

We-- that's the wet/dry vac & me-- peeled back some carpet.

Not pretty. It's wet to to the  core.

More Than We Asked For

For the last few days A. Leland and I have been asking for a little rain for our gardens.

Poor Missy

Sunday, June 8, 2014

A. Leland's Garden

Is coming along quite nicely.
"It's f&^%   awesome," says Missy!

We spotted the first yellow squash today. :-)

If you thought Missy behaved poorly

last evening, you should have heard her this evening.

Even A. Leland commented on the way she was speaking to me talking back to me as we sat down to dinner. 

"I do apologize, Marica. I don't know what's gotten into me today."


"You did get into several spots of trouble today, Missy."

"I am so sorry. I just couldn't seem to help myself."


"All is forgiven."

"RUFFFFFF! Ruff!!!!!!"

"Oh. Dear Friend. You do make an excellent point. Perhaps that's my problem."

"Rocky-- you might be on to something."


"Two days without a run in the pasture is a very long time."




"Thanks, Dear Friend! I'd rather you watch my mouth than have it washed out with Irish Spring."

"Really, Missy. I don't know where you've picked up this language but you must stop cussing. It's unbecoming."


"Perhaps you should read what John C. Hodges has to say about vocabulary."


"First edition, Rocky. The 14th is pure unadulterated s&^#."

Crappy Old Stuff 14th Edition

One of my favorite quotes:
Vocabulary and success go hand in hand. Investigation has shown that the man with a large number of words at his command is the one who comes to lead and direct his fellows. Through his knowledge of words, through his ability to make them express the exact shade of his meaning, he gives to his ideas real power.
-- John C. Hodges
[My emphasis]

I walked into to the 50 ₵ room at the Stargvegas library the other and walked out $16.50 poorer. Oddly, most of the 33 books were neither crappy nor especially old.

See? There's William Shatner and Princess Grace and that economist dude and some Christmas stories. Hey! Daughter C! That art book is beautiful.
One (not pictured) is the fourteenth-- 2001-- edition of Harbrace Handbook of English by John C. Hodges (et al.) first published in 1941. Though some chapters are slightly renamed in the newer edition, the presentation order remains the same. The quote above comes from Chapter 19, "Good Use" (1941), "Good Usage" (2001).

Thumbing through the Preface of my new book, I see that Chapter 19
has been extensively rewritten to help students write positively to and about all people. It now offers advise not only about handling matters of gender in language, but also about including members of all races, classes, ages, and orientations.
Isn't that nice? 

Left 1941; Right 2001
As you can see, the page sizes are approximately the same, although the font sizes are not-- 2001's are smaller. Not including the index, the crappy old book has 404 pages. The somewhat less crappy newer book (there are now, in 2014, eighteen editions) has 797. Both books deal with the grammar, mechanics, punctuation, elements of style,* and larger elements of the paragraph, papers and letters-- things that are pretty basic.

Now I ask you, why in the world does the 2001 edition need to be 97% longer than first edition? 

Left 2001; Right 1941

Because the coauthors of the fourteenth edition, Suzanne Strobeck Webb, Robert Keith Miller, and Winifred Bryan Horner did not read chapter 21, Wordiness, in the first edition. 

* Below the fold

Oh! I get it!

Grip's the raven. That's why this is so funny.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

"Marica, what the f&*^ is gong on?"

Cough. Spew. Sputter.

"Umhum. What was that? Dial?'

"Irish Spring."


Cough. Spew. Sputter.

"I take it 'f&*^' is not an acceptable word."

"You are correct, Missy."

Cough. Spew. Sputter.

"That Irish Springs's some nasty s^$#."


"Oh NO! Please not more Irish Spring!"



Who remembers back in the crappy old days when we-- as responsible human beings-- were concerned with wasting resources? One of the things we thought about was packaging, specifically unnecessary packaging. Mr. Big Food got him a new cell phone the other day and I am sorry to report those crappy old days are long gone. Good grief! Motorola-- a company wholly owned by Google-- makes Apple packaging look conservative by comparison. Truly amazing.

Here is how things should be packaged:

Please note that these packages are biodegradable!

Maybe Google could learn something from God. 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

I'm not there yet.

Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have a cup of tea.
--Grip in chapter 17 of Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens

I have a new book of quotations, The Oxford Book of Quotations Third Edition. Unlike my other book of quotations, this one is organized by author so I went looking for something from Dickens' historical novel which Miss M implored me to read. I thought this about the tea was funny but I didn't recall the character Grip. And then I saw it's from chapter 17.

As I said, I'm not there yet.

Daisy, Daisy

"I'm half crazy all for the love of you."
Try and get that out of your head if you can. I dare you!

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Why, yes I have!

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Thanks, Anonymous!

Well this is exciting! Or stupid.

Below are my thoughts on this evening's election returns. In reverse chronological order.

Oh. By the way. This was the first election where we had to show ID. :-) Guess what? I have a state issued ID which I showed to the little ladies. They commented on the spelling of my first name. No one said word boo about the fact that I have a license to carry a conceal fire arm.

12:11 Huh? He didn't win. Aren't you following along? There's going to be a run off and Tom Carey doesn't get to play. 

12:10 This just in on my email
Tea Party Express, the nation's largest Tea Party political action committee, congratulates State Senator Chris McDaniel for winning the U.S. Senate primary against 47-year incumbent Thad Cochran.

11:54 Okay-- so after we got done laughing... we wondered, "Who is this Thomas Carey guy?" 

11:51 Guess the folks in Covington Co. woke up.

11:16 Election fraud is an interesting thought. Not like it hasn't happened here in Mississippi before. One could cross-reference the Y'All Politics summary of endorsements coming out of these two counties as a start. 

"home in bed" Well-- I wouldn't put that past her, but.... [Sorry-- didn't get the time stamp on that. From]
11:05 Why are there no results from Holmes and Covington Counties? "Election fraud?" Mr. Big Food asks. If you don't know the Mississippi landscape, you may not understand that question. 

11:00 Fascinating. All of a sudden everyone in the national punditry is an expert on Mississippi voting rules. Run-off? 

10:43 95.4% reporting. 1400 votes. 

10:30 Still waiting on Holmes and Covington. Claiborne went for Thad, 161 to 112. Now about a 1300 vote lead. 

10:22 I've been taking a few hand written notes as I'm watching. Fewer than 2000 votes separate them and two large counties have yet to report: Holmes and Covington. 91.9% of precincts have reported. 

10:15 Ponotoc County went for Thad-- but only by 150 votes. He's about 3000 behind now. 

9:59 Here I am sitting in front of my computer looking at the Clarion Ledger "live" election results. I flip to another screen, come back and what do you know? McDaniel takes the lead.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Recipe: Carrot Top Stock

In the comments, suek writes:
Carrot top soup?? More info, please! 
We have a veggie stand about a half mile down the road. If we stop in to buy something like beets, the clerk always asks "do you want me to take the tops off?"..... NO...absolutely not....thank you. We have the beet greens for dinner that night (they don't hold very well). The beets themselves will hold way longer. 
I've never thought about using carrot tops - other than feeding them to the horses. I'm guessing ... add onions, chicken broth, salt pepper and ???? maybe celery?
Before we get to the carrot tops, let's remember that beet greens = Swiss chard. It's the same plant. One's been selected-- think Gregor Mendel-- for roots, the other for vegetative growth. 

I cannot for the life of me grow beets. But I can grow beet greens.

And now to the carrot tops.

Carrot top stock is rich. In my humble opinion, it rivals beef stock in complexity-- but is of course vegan. As Miss M notes, it has a suggestion of ginger with respect to the aroma. Color-wise, it resembles weak beef stock. (That would be real beef stock, not something made from a cube.) 

RINOs of America UNTIE | UPDATE!

Okay. That's a joke. I think the original T-shirt read, "Bad spellers of America Untie."

From Y'all Politics:

One endorsement is usually not enough to move the needle in a campaign. However, when taken in totality, endorsements often provide a very clear picture of where the battle lines are drawn in a contested race. There is no clearer example of that than the race between Thad Cochran and Chris McDaniel.
It goes on to list the endorsements the two clowns candidates running for the United States Senate-- you know, that great deliberative body-- have garnered. 

Cochran has the NRA. McDaniel has Gun Owners of America. 'Nuff said. But if you need a good laugh this morning, go check out both lists

Aggie comments:
I'm writing in my dog.

Sunday, June 1, 2014


I got a personal phone call from Sarah Palin today! No S&^%!! Sarah P@Lin call3d m3 t0d@y!!!!!


The phone has been ringing off the hook this weekend.

"Hey! I'm Some State Senator you've never heard of from Winona! I am proud to be a member of Mississippi Conservatives-- a group of Cochran ass ki88ers that sprang into existence about 36 hours ago. ... "

Every single person who is making fun of this Senate primary race is right to do so. This is Mississippi politics at its finest.

Laugh Out Loud.

"They don't smell like this in the grocery store," said Miss M.

"No. No they don't," said I. 
I pulled carrots today. I rinsed the dirt off in the outdoor sink and moved them inside.
Miss M took it from there.
She sorted the carrots into 'salad' and 'cooking' piles according to the 'peel' criteria-- if it's too small to peel... .  She then cut off the tops, rinsed them once more-- Miss M does not care for dirt-- and placed the tops into the gumbo pot along with some parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme & onion so I could simmer a few quarts of carrot top stock. We love carrot top stock. 

So for a few hours in mid-day, the kitchen smelled liked homegrown carrots. 

And then it smelled like pumpkin. 

I've begun this story in the middle of things-- for you literary  folk, that's in medias res. Earlier in the day, Mr Big Food & I had rectified his records with the true inventory of my freezer that I'd conducted a few days ago. We discovered 3 2 pounds of mashed pumpkin from last year. We used one pound today to make pumpkin pound cake. 

Like sucks, don't you know?

Later on it smelled like citrus and chicken and peppers. We still have 9 5 whole halves of pepper halves for stuffing from 2012!!!! And so we had a delightful chicken dish with an orange, onion, herb topping. It was good. And peppers stuffed with shredded carrots and whatnot.

Here's the funny thing. I've noticed-- though I can't point to any specific reference-- that other folks who garden do what we did today. The veggie freezer is pretty empty right now. It's a good time to tidy it up, take stock, and consume the last of yesteryear's harvest. 

And begin again!