Oxfordians

Well, first and foremost I must apologize to Miss Molly for my lack of blogging. Aparently she is keeping a close eye on me and has put me in my place. If your scorn didn't motivate me, I don't know what would.

Things have been pretty quiet here and our rural location is starting to take its toll. Maybe it is just that the winter months are dragging. It is bitter cold again and just when mother nature gives you a taste of warmth she rips it right back and freezes your eyelashes. What a bitch. I am ready for spring. I'd give anything to be able to mow the lawn and start planting the garden (and get a golf club in my hands)! Erin and I have plans to go up and do some hiking on the Appalachian trail when things begin to bloom. Maybe an overnight camping escapade.

Lately:

Reading the papers; bored with all media outlets. I don't know what happened to journalists reporting the facts, but it was lost somewhere. It seems like every front page is an editorial section. Apparently we Americans aren't smart enought to make our own judgements and decisions, so the media has taken it upon themselves to tell us how to think. Fuck you all!

On a lighter note, I started a woodworking project of building shelves. At first I thought I was in way over my head, but the guys at the Home Depot dropped some learning on me (did you know a 2x4 is not actually 2"x4"?) and things have come out nicely so far. I got about 3/4 the way done last weekend and then the cold snap, so I have to wait until it warms up again before I finish. There is something very rewarding about working with wood and having a respectable outcome. Maybe it's just the fumes from the stain, but I'll take it. Also, the smell of fresh cut pine when you walk into the house is nice.

I also brewed a few more beers. I need to take a break from that as I have about 150 full bottles of beer in the house. It's nice to have a homebrew on hand when you so desire, but hundreds of them is a bit much. There is not enough storage in my house to handle a full blown brewery and if I kept pace drinking them my brain would be mush. I'll have to start giving them away as gifts.