Ruralite
I’m glancing through the August copy of Central Electric Ruralite this evening, relaxing until my tv program airs. The Ruralite is a monthly energy magazine for us outback souls off PGE or Pacific Power grids.
Flip, flip. I find the editorial cartoon. And get a chuckle from the caption. Yeah, right. People look forward to getting this rag?
I realize that I do look forward to each new edition. Not for the energy articles. I scan them feeling the need to be current on fuel cell development or harnessing wind power.
The odd article turns up double-duty for old air conditioners: you can warm your water for free using the handy tips included.
I browse through the feature human-interest story. A country slant typically featuring musical folks, once in a while some of them even live here on the Butte. Flip, flip.
I’m nearing the section near and dear to my easily entertained heart. Flip, flip.
Good reproduction on the recipe photo page – “Blueberry, Apricot & Pear Salad with Almonds” sounds interesting until I discover the majority of the ingredients are canned. Food snob – or food purist - attitude intrudes and I quickly turn the page.
And then, here it is. Each month I’m afraid this section is going to get cut. But it’s here once again, saved from the axe for another month.
“At Home” page, “Odds” heading:
“Looking for crochet patterns for poodle toilet tissue cover and hair spray cover. Kenna in Pahrump, NV.“ Pahrump, harump. Immediate visual of a crocheted poodle toilet tissue cover in shades of lavender made circa 1970 by my beloved mother-in-law. What she was thinking when she crafted this thing is beyond me. Living in a household of four men at that time, hmmm. I’d bet not one of them ever lifted out a disguised roll of toilet tissue from that poodle and replaced the empty on the spindle. Definitely an aberration, she has such good taste otherwise. No hair spray cover yet I can see and almost smell that big ole can of Aqua-Net.
“Searching for words to song “In the Shadow of the Pines” Ellen in Reedsport, OR. In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines and you shiver when the cold wind blows. Nah, probably not the same song.
“Need new rollers for my antique hand-crank wringer washer. John in Brookings, OR. There’s an image. Is thinking old hippie judgmental? In the coastal pines, in the coastal pines, where the sun never shines…
“Want a pattern book for knitted animals. Some of the patterns are tigers, hippo, snake and parrot. Beverly in Noti, Or.” Whew, not much to do in Noti. What ultimately happens to all those knitted animals?
That's all folks. So much for my entertainment until next month.
Flip, flip. I find the editorial cartoon. And get a chuckle from the caption. Yeah, right. People look forward to getting this rag?
I realize that I do look forward to each new edition. Not for the energy articles. I scan them feeling the need to be current on fuel cell development or harnessing wind power.
The odd article turns up double-duty for old air conditioners: you can warm your water for free using the handy tips included.
I browse through the feature human-interest story. A country slant typically featuring musical folks, once in a while some of them even live here on the Butte. Flip, flip.
I’m nearing the section near and dear to my easily entertained heart. Flip, flip.
Good reproduction on the recipe photo page – “Blueberry, Apricot & Pear Salad with Almonds” sounds interesting until I discover the majority of the ingredients are canned. Food snob – or food purist - attitude intrudes and I quickly turn the page.
And then, here it is. Each month I’m afraid this section is going to get cut. But it’s here once again, saved from the axe for another month.
“At Home” page, “Odds” heading:
“Looking for crochet patterns for poodle toilet tissue cover and hair spray cover. Kenna in Pahrump, NV.“ Pahrump, harump. Immediate visual of a crocheted poodle toilet tissue cover in shades of lavender made circa 1970 by my beloved mother-in-law. What she was thinking when she crafted this thing is beyond me. Living in a household of four men at that time, hmmm. I’d bet not one of them ever lifted out a disguised roll of toilet tissue from that poodle and replaced the empty on the spindle. Definitely an aberration, she has such good taste otherwise. No hair spray cover yet I can see and almost smell that big ole can of Aqua-Net.
“Searching for words to song “In the Shadow of the Pines” Ellen in Reedsport, OR. In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines and you shiver when the cold wind blows. Nah, probably not the same song.
“Need new rollers for my antique hand-crank wringer washer. John in Brookings, OR. There’s an image. Is thinking old hippie judgmental? In the coastal pines, in the coastal pines, where the sun never shines…
“Want a pattern book for knitted animals. Some of the patterns are tigers, hippo, snake and parrot. Beverly in Noti, Or.” Whew, not much to do in Noti. What ultimately happens to all those knitted animals?
That's all folks. So much for my entertainment until next month.
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