Seraph

Here’s a motorist who has opinions.

I’m guessing that there have been incidents with other drivers regarding using turn signals and adherence to traffic lights.

I dunno about the horse thing.

 

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Gratitude Monday: No longer dancing damply with death

A week ago I was doing my laundry on Saturday when I realized that the load seemed to be taking…hours. When I looked at the minutes-remaining readout, I realized it actually was taking hours. Every time it got down to the point where the final spin should kick it, it looped back to the beginning of the wash cycle.

Consulting Google, I did what I could—the appliance version of the three fingered salute (unplugging, waiting five minutes, plugging in, restarting), but same thing.

Even when I set it to Spin Only, it jumped back to wash and started adding water.

Disconsolately I wrung out the clothes, hung them on the drying rack until they were in a state that I could toss them in the dryer. On Monday I called the appliance repair guy and he came out on Tuesday.

Understand that this machine—bought three years ago when my old, mechanical-only washer finally expired—is packed with electronics. As it is, I had to look really hard to find one that isn’t “smart”, but it’s still computerized and I was envisioning having to replace something expensive.

Well, Alan posited that the machine—like a lot of modern, agitator-free top-loaders—is very sensitive to load imbalance, and was probably trying to reset the load. I couldn’t think that what I had in that particular collection of clothes was markedly different from the hundreds of others I have run since it arrived. A few times, when I was washing mattress pads, the machine would go ballistic and I’d have to turn it off, adjust the placement and then start again. (These modern jobbers don’t have knobs you can pull out to continue where you left off.) He then had me run through a load on speed wash, just to see how it went.

Well, we chatted around the machine for about 20 minutes, and sure enough, it worked just fine. He charged me a call-out fee, and as he was leaving, he noticed a bird’s nest in my dryer vent, next to the front door. He checked for eggs—none—and then brought out a kind of mini-chimney sweep device, with long poles connecting to a drill, and cleaned out what must have been 20 years of lint from that dryer conduit.

It’s a miracle that I haven’t had a fire in the nine years I’ve been here.

Well, Saturday, I filled the washer with my colored clothes and turned the machine on. Let me tell you: then I saw it click over into the spin cycle I was filled with such gratitude. You cannot believe how wonderful it is to have a washing machine that works.

And then, when I dumped the clothes in the dryer, it was wonderful again, knowing I wasn’t risking conflagration.

Life is good.

 

 

©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Not a man at all

In the early days of this century, the Brits used to refer to Prime Minister Tony Blair as “Bush’s Poodle”, because he heeled perfectly in step with the American president’s war(s) in the Middle East.

These days, the occupant of the Oval Office can accurately be termed “Bibi’s Bitch”, since the Israeli PM so easily induced him to pour a coat of legitimacy on his attacks on Iran. In fact, one of the many, many “reasons” the White House has given for the war, uh, “special military operation”, is that Israel was going to attack, so we had to get in their with them.

Sigh.

So, I’ve been hearing that old Everly Brothers standard, “Cathy’s Clown” all week. Seems appropriate.

 

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Icing

Okay—a couple more shots from Monday’s snow. I just like the way it collected on the leaves..

 

 

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Sugar dusting

We got a dusting of snow from the latest passing storm on Monday night. Not enough to stick to the pavement, but enough to create beautiful sights.

And we need beautiful sights in the first week of the latest war started by the guy who's still tossing his toys out the pram for not being awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

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Tree decorations

On one of my walks last week, I noticed a lot of branches and limbs down. We hadn’t had high winds, but maybe the snow and snowcrete have affected the trees.

Anyway, this particular one interested me.

With the price of mushrooms being what it is, I considered harvesting them, but I contented myself with just photographing them.

 

 

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Gratitude Monday: Resilient beauty

After three weeks of a four-inch crust of snowcrete on my back yard, the thing that gave me the most joy was seeing my winter aconite peeping up from the last blanket of white.

These sturdy little stalwarts never fail to raise my spirits. They only make an appearance for a few weeks, then subside back into the clay. But, oh, what a gift they are.

 

Forget the groundhog, Spring is on its way.

 

©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Under a Greyhound bus

I’ve had the Allman Brothers’ “Ramblin' Man” in my head since Wednesday morning, when I caught the gist of the Kleptocrat’s performance at the State of the Union address Tuesday night.

Not physical “rambling”, as the Allmans intended, but mental and cognitive wandering. Which the increasingly decrepit old racist exhibited throughout, drinking in the adulation of all the Rs in the House chamber.

As Atlanta Journal-Constitution cartoonist Mike Luckovich captured so well:

So—without further ado, the Allman Brothers.

 

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Aux barricades!

Okay—one final blizzard-related photo. Seems that the small miscreants in my neighborhood began a snow fort on the pathways in the center common.

(I’d watched my very small neighbors—probably 2 and 3 years old—with their sand pails and shovels on Tuesday; I hadn’t realized the possibilities that the pails presented for defensive works.)

Bravo, mes amis! Bravo!

 

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Tempus fugit

Okay—one more blizzard-related photo, this slightly bedraggled snowman:

He probably has maybe another 18 hours to live.

 

 

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