I don’t know why I’m thinking about this, but it popped into my head almost the minute I woke up this morning.
When was the last time you whittled? Maybe you never have. Whittling in the carving of wood pare shavings from a piece of wood. You do it with a knife. I’m thinking with a small knife and a small piece of wood. Sorry I can’t be more certain. You see it’s been decades since I’ve done it, this whittling business. I think maybe the last time was when I was six of seven.
We had some cousins on my mother’s side of the family. They lived on a big farm outside of Warsaw, Kentucky. Johnny Harper, the main guy there on the Harper Farm, liked to whittle. I would sometimes watch him and my grandfather out there on the Harper porch whittle away after a big Sunday dinner. Maybe it was relaxing to them.
I remember trying to get into it and to like it. I remember my grandfather handing me a small stick of wood with a pocket knife and showing me how to whittle—just slicing away at a small piece of wood. If the objective was to make something out of it, nobody ever did. We were just cutting away at sticks.
I didn’t see the point of it, just like you probably don’t see the point of this post, but maybe now, whether you wanted to or not, you know a little bit more about whittling. I’m here to educate.
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Yesterday, I wrote about a building I like here in Covington, Kentucky—The Ascent at Roebling’s Bridge. The comments made were interesting. Some consider it a work of art, others do not. I guess there’s no accounting for taste.
Now I’ve never been inside The Ascent, but I’m sure it has an elevator. This got me thinking on another subject: Elevator music.
Does that exist anymore? Seems like I haven’t heard it in years—not that I’m complaining.
If you’re going to have music in an elevator, you need to have it live, like in the clip up above.
This is kind of fun. The Cincinnati Business Courier has put together a slideshow of the Tri-State’s most expensive condos. Click here to see how the other half lives.
When I moved to my new apartment here in Covington, Kentucky in January 2013, some idiot reporter stated that I had moved to The Ascent at Roebling’s Bridge. Really? That’s where you think a freelance writer is going to move to? Really?
Living at The Ascent would be fun. I’ve walked by the building many times. I love the way it looks. Here’s a video showing what one of the apartments looks like inside.
This one will only cost you $400,000. The costs of these things go into the millions.
I know the Ascent has spectacular views, but I don’t have spectacular money, so no—I don’t live there. In the living space where I did actually move to, I have a wonderful view of St. Mary’s Cathedral Basilica of the Assumption. That view will have to do.
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Well here it is Valentine’s Day and a happy one to you. I don’t have a valentine, so excuse me if I don’t get overly excited.
Just so you know, Sweetest Day will be October 18th. I’m telling you this now, because I’m sure you’ll want to prepare yourself for this holiday manufactured my greeting card companies and floral shops—or perhaps you’re like me and know it’s all total bullshit.
I don’t think Valentine’s Day is manufactured or bullshit—doesn’t matter much really since I don’t have a valentine. Nope, not bitter about it. If I was, I wouldn’t be sharing this video of how to make a heart shaped fried egg for your valentine. Yes. This is the way to show someone you love them by giving them a fried egg. You can forget all about the cards and flowers or candy.
I’ll be quiet now.
The temperatures are starting to get a little warmer here now—at least during the day. We’re starting to get above freezing. Maybe some of that snow on the sidewalks here in Covington, Kentucky will start to melt, but Covington is still snowy. I have a feeling it’s going to be a slow process with the melting.
The sidewalks here in Covington are, for the most part, still useless. I can’t walk on them and a lot of other people—older people—can’t either. We have to take it to the streets. The main streets here are mostly clear and safer than the sidewalks.
Walking on the street is trial and error. Most of us who have to do this have learned to stay off Madison Ave. because of the automobile traffic. Scott Blvd. has less traffic so that’s where most of us walk. We walk towards the traffic, of course.
My ventures out is mostly to Walgreens. My daughter took me grocery shopping last Monday and I stocked up. I mostly go to Walgreens to pick up things I forgot to put on my grocery list. I only go out every few days. Sometimes it’s a relief to know that I don’t have to walk those streets. Yep, it can be a little scary, but so far I haven’t encountered any pissed off drivers. They know that some of us older pedestrians are just doing what we have to do.
I’m ready for spring.
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I know I’ve written about “Twin Peaks” here before, probably about a possible reboot of this TV series from the 90’s. That reboot ain’t gonna happen.
I’ve never made a secret (why the hell would I?) that I love this series. I still watch it a lot on YouTube and it never gets old to me. It is a strange, strange, strange show. Strange is good.
The Huffington Post recently posted an article entitled “11 Reasons You Need to Watch (Or Rewatch ‘Twin Peaks.’” It’s kind of cute so I’m sharing it here. I don’t know—maybe make it a “Twin Peaks” February. It’s something different to do until we get to spring.
I want to point out that the Huffington Post made an error when it stated that David Lynch’s 1990’s series was a hit. “Twin Peaks” was never a hit. It started strongly but lost a lot of its audience when it was moved to a Saturday night time slot. It only lasted a season and a half. Still, it was a cool show.
OK, enough. I’m going to YouTube to watch some “Twin Peaks.” I hope you join me and/or do whatever you want.
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I’ve lived in Covington, Kentucky now since the middle of July, 2011. You hear some words said here that don’t make good sense, words that don’t apply as to what the person is talking about and/or words you don’t hear anyplace else—at least I haven’t.
I hear “Up at the house” a lot. What makes this strange to me is the people I normally hear saying it don’t leave in a house. They live in apartments.
I remember a couple years ago when I was living on West 10th Street, I ran into a neighbor, someone who lived in my building. We met up there on Pike Street. We talked for a minute and I asked him where he was heading to. He told me he had some friends “up at the house” and was going to get some beer for them at Kenny’s Liquor. He asked me where I was going. I guess I should have replied, “Back to the house,” but I didn’t. I think I said, “Back to my apartment.”
Really, none of this matters to me. I hear these words all the time where I’m currently living too and I’m beginning to think this explains all the hallway noise in my building. I’ve been told by other tenants who live here that this noise is on every floor. I mean it’s not awful, but it is noticeable.
Here’s what I think. I think some of the people who live here in Covington consider their apartment their house. On each floor here, there are apartments to the left and apartments to the right. In between, there’s a long hallway which I think many consider a street or a sidewalk or a combination of both. I think that’s why it’s OK to be loud in the hallway. Its considered being “outside.” It’s outside their house.
Oh, I don’t really know, but that’s my thinking and I’m sticking to it.
I don’t be posting here tomorrow, but I’ll be “up at the house” on Wednesday and I’ll post something then.
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