Oh, and also, I threw my back out again from dizzily stumbling around, because yep, that’s me.
It feels like the vestibular nerve damage I had last year is re-exerting itself, or by horrific coincidence happening anew.
Some cosmic force out there must truly loathe me.
Once up on a time, the Wizard of Health proclaimed, “With a wave of my wand, you will fall ill once more.”
“But this would be the third time in as many months,” I replied. “Can something different than that happen instead?”
“No,” said the wizard.
Many congratulations to my good friend (and former DoD colleague / fellow author) Shauna Scheets and her veteran husband Will, who debuted the first commercial product of their meadery, Mythic Mead, yesterday at Boise’s North End Organic Nursery.
It’s a very Idaho-appropriate huckleberry mead, awesomely entitled “Huck Me.” I’ve had the pleasure of sampling both test batches and the finished product, and let me tell you, it’s positively delightful. It’s also as pure as you can get, utilizing no shortcut sulfites or added sugars and syrups – just water, honey, berries, and the yeast to ferment it, all locally sourced.
Mead, for anyone unaware, is essentially a wine made with honey instead of grapes. Though it’s a drink that’s been around for a long time (picture the iconic viking tossing back a horn), Mythic Mead has the distinction of being the first licensed meadery in Idaho. Exciting stuff!
If you’re in the Treasure Valley area, look for it in local retailers as it continues trickling out to shops (and it never hurts to ask your favorite place to stock it!). If you’re elsewhere in the U.S., and don’t want to wait for wider distribution, you can even order online!
If you’re a fan of sweet wines and get the chance, I encourage you to give it a try.
Take a sip of Mythic Mead, and savor the legend.
Good gravy, this thing is unpleasant, and not in an easily definable way.
It’s the sort of thing that makes me feel like I should apologize to the world, on behalf of the world, for its existence.
But at the same time, sadistically inflict the knowledge of its existence upon others.
A waffle falling from the sky
Convinced a bee that it could fly.
It couldn’t, though, and you know why?
The syrup weighed it down.
The bee decided she would save
The waffle from an early grave,
So down she flew with haste and gave
A shout to raise the town.
A nearby man held up a plate
To circumvent the waffle’s fate,
But once it landed, safe, he ate
The breakfast with a smirk.
“How could you!?” cried the bee, appalled,
Then buzzed off to the clouds and bawled.
The man let out a belch and drawled,
“I guess I’m just a jerk.”
I think this has been around for a bit, but I just saw it the other day and thought it was pretty great.
Anyone with a little programming experience (or even if not, it should still be fairly easy to see where it’s going) should get a kick out of this:
The northwestern U.S. has had some pretty copious snowfall the last couple weeks. In fact, in my area, it’s the most there’s even been over such a period – at least since the 1800s when folks started keeping track of this kind of thing.
Although the main roads have been pretty well maintained, the residential roads got so bad that I beached my low-clearance sedan in the middle of the street five times in a two-day period, unable to free myself (one of the times I needed to get towed!), but the futile effort to do so, with all the digging and chipping and pushing, screwed my back up, which has left me mobility-challenge for the last three days.
Fortunately, someone was finally able to smooth out my street yesterday, so leaving or returning to the house is no longer quite so perilous. At least for the moment – the snow might start up again next week.
Facebook presented me with these two entries in direct sequence the other day.
I can’t help but feel there’s some sort of existential metaphor here. (>^-‘)>
On a related topic, the closure of that and other local libraries is due to the greatest amount of snow this area has ever received since I’ve lived here. My car is stuck on the street and none of the usual tricks have been successful extricating it. It’s not very cool.
Except in the literal sense, I suppose.