Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.


Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").


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   Eleanor became bored
Monday, March 27 2006

setting: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, New York, USA

This morning after I woke up, I immediately went over to our friend Andria's house (only a few houses up Dug Hill Road) to retrieve Sally and Eleanor. Andria loves our dogs and is eager to take them whenever we go away, and they always have a great time when they stay with Andria. Indeed, when I was busy adding fluid to my solar heating system (the makeshift pump for the antifreeze supply is broken), Eleanor became bored and wandered back to Andria's house to see if perhaps she was doing something more interesting. To keep that from happening again I had to actively engage Eleanor in my activities throughout the rest of the day. I even took her (and Sally) with me when I made a housecall at the office of a veterinarian in Woodstock.
The weather here in Upstate New York isn't all that different from the weather I'd left behind in the mountains of Guatemala. While the sun isn't quite as high in the sky, it shines from cloudless skies and has all the strength of early spring, a strength characteristic of the warmer half of the year.

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