Helsinki Discord

As Vlad’s World Cup comes to an end. Allons enfants de la patrie, le jour de gloire. Pour qui? A PR win for him. He enters the Helsinki Discord with an edge. Could there be a grand accord with the Middle East? Netanyahu & Abbas have met with Putin recently. Syria & Iran traded for Ukraine & Crimea? Or. Will it all result in a Trumpian Hell Stinky.

Meanwhile, hope London loans the baby Donald balloon to Macy’s for this year’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. It’a a natural addition.


As an aspiring flâneuse, strolling undetected along the backroads, random thoughts for the weekend. Apologies to Baudelaire.

World Cup. Argentina’s twelfth player. Not fair to have Il Papa silently praying behind the scenes. Did he sway the Dutch coach to leave the tall goalie on the bench? Pazzo. Due dueling Papas Benedict v. Francis for the Final. Ave Maria. Germany does have the best team. We’ll see.

Yay for Jon Voight Emmy nom. Ray Donovan returns Sunday.

Border crisis. 3-year olds bunched into buses by Central American scam-lords. Christian Right says round them up and send them back. Are they less God’s children because they weren’t lucky enough to be born here? It’s not an immigration issue. It’s a question of humanity. Who are we? Beck  most “Christ-like”? Mediaite. Strange bedfellows. Bon weekend, Charles.

This Old Neighbor

Will never watch This Old House the same way again. Always marveled at the skill of the craftsmen. Richard soldering pipes. Roger caressing root balls. Norm inserting rabbets into dadoes. Tommy tooling mortises and tenons. Drill. Screw. Fasten-ating to watch. What I never appreciated before was those poor suffering neighbors next door. What they went through. Now I do.

photo-47Trucks blocking the driveway. Earth-moving machines bigger than the house. Louder than B-52’s. Bulldozer guy who seems to enjoy banging boulders with his shovel just to get his rocks off. So to speak. For some reason shirtless young carpenters’ hammering doesn’t annoy me quite as much. Photo voltaic panels save energy. Great. As long as you don’t like trees. Oh, and the gigantic garbage bin couldn’t have been dumped anywhere but our front doorstep?! Bong. Clang. And it’s not a muted drab brown. No. It’s screaming RED. Like Brasil feels about Germany today. At least the porta-potty is on the other neighbor’s lawn. photo-43

The carbon footprint of a “green” home?


Turkeys in July

cropped-dsc_01381.jpgEarly Sunday morning backyard. Mrs. Wild Turkey looked like the manager of a World Cup team. Which way is that goal?

Nederlanders kicked the ball backwards for most of 120 minutes. Costa Rica’s team and goalie waged a mighty defense when the ball did come their way. Tall guy beats short guy in the end. Really?! Silly game.

Recipes for the 4th. RecipeDetours. Cookout at Cathy’s. Kielbasa and cake. Birthday paloooza. mAdBen home. Weekend bon.