Monday, September 30, 2013

Big Rory Road

Summer is over for another year on Big Rory Road.  My aunt is still in Cape Breton - the other relatives have all gone so she's alone on the road.  She has her little dog with her and stays very busy working on the house.  The last I heard she was trying to decide on what color to paint the stove pipe...

My mother is still in Nova Scotia too, although not entirely voluntarily.  She is a Canadian citizen who lives in the US so she needed a new passport to get back into the States.  We had been trying to tell her this for awhile but she doesn't have much regard for things like International Law.  Details are sketchy on what she and the aunts (average age 80)  actually did or said at the passport office.  Luckily, no charges were filed but she does have to wait for things to cool off so she can try it again...

One of the many things I love about Cape Breton are these molasses cookies.  They're called "Fat Archies" and the recipe I've been using is here.  Delicious!

xoxo from Big Rory Road

Thursday, September 26, 2013

"DREAM MERCHANT" Gypsy Curtains

New gypsy curtains on my Etsy shop and some inspiration...with quotes by Edgar Allan Poe

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Sweet dreams, xoxo

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Big Rory Road

Tales from Judique, Cape Breton...

Holes have certainly been a theme this year on Big Rory Road.  Some of the relatives warned us before we came for the summer that there was a hole so big in front of the house we might not be able to stay there at all...

Being a family of worriers, speculation ran rampant for weeks as to the size of the hole and level of danger it might pose.

As often happens, it didn't turn out to be all that bad.  Since we had more pressing issues to attend to, we put a stone in it and labeled it (for safety's sake).  "Slagan" a Gaelic word meaning - a scrape, shallow hole, depression in the ground.

The next hole we had to deal with is the cellar of the old house.  Here resides the key to the whole summer vacation - THE PUMP.  This mysterious and incomprehensible machine pumps water from the well to the house.  One of the relatives (shown above, seated) has for years been the ONLY person to crack the secrets of the pump.  He has been reluctant to pass these secrets on to others.  This year, however, with the help of my sister and You-Tube, my darling husband  (shown above, in hole)  is now KING of the PUMP.  And he's not telling what he knows...

Next on the agenda was a drainage ditch that needed to be cleared away a bit.  One of the relatives who HAS to be over 80 started digging it herself.  She put quite a dent in it, but, in the end it was decided to get a guy (probably a relative) with a machine in to dig it.  We felt the results were a little larger than might be necessary but that's just us.  This digging did bring up another potential hole problem though...

Sorting through some old papers, we noticed some receipts for the rental of a metal detector.  What could someone have possibly been looking for?  Turns out one of the relatives buried some ammunition from WWI somewhere on the property.  No one is quite sure where it was buried but everyone does agree they remember it seemed too close to the house...

xoxo from Big Rory Road

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

How Rich is Rich Enough?

So, it's been a good year for the rich.  I'm assuming EVERY year is pretty darn good for the rich but this year has been even BETTER...

The very wealthiest Americans earned more than 19 percent of the country's household income last year—their biggest share since 1928, the year before the stock market crash. And the top 10 percent captured a record 48.2 percent of total earnings last year.

Really guys?  I know we always hear about Bill Gates giving lots of money away but he still seems to have quite a bit...

There are still lots of places where a little money would go along way.

Why would ANY one person on this planet need so much more money than any of the others?

How much STUFF could you possibly want?

I heard someone speaking on our local Pacifica radio station the other day saying that, unlike, say, the French Revolution,  technology today makes rich people untouchable.  They control it all from behind the curtain of computers and corporations.

It reminds me of "The Handmade's Tale" by Margaret Atwood.  One day all of the women's bank cards simply don't work anymore.  And it's downhill from there...

What kind of revolution do you suppose we need?