It was almost an obsession. When I returned home with all my shopping I almost petted it as I put it in the fridge. And this from a person who would day like to be a vegan. :)
But I do think of the poor old dairy cows and how their calves are taken away from them at birth, and how as soon as they stop producing humongous amounts of milk, they are carted off in a truck to the factory to be made into beef burgers, and how the male calves are slaughtered immediately. So, the milk industry depends on suffering. I think Irish dairy cows don't have it so bad as in they get to spend half the year in a herd, grazing outdoors and they look fairly content. But I have seen horrible videos of places where dairy cattle are kept in a kind of permanent hell. So, yeah, I would like to be dairy free, but being vegetarian is piss easy for me, being vegan is so not. :)
You understand completely. You've lived it too. Why do we not think of the ice when we buy the houses on the hills :)
You knocked down the postman???? Boggle.I'd say he was charmed. :)
By the sound of it, it's still bad where you are. We seem to be coming out of it here. However one of our teachers still has not made it back to work as she is trapped in a bubble of still frozen backroads. She wouldn't be a million miles from Knock airport where they are having a blizzard apparently. I'm just so happy we're thawing out here. ;)
Soya milk is the evils. It leaves an after taste of triffic nastiness which will not go away for hours. It destroys the tea, which makes the mood very bad. I will get some rice milk in and test it for the next apocalypse. :)
I need to gain a little emotional distance and detachment from the situation. The wounds are still raw so to speak. It's amazing how living on a hill changes your whole world though. :)
You don't live in a flood plain do you? Actually when I bought my house, there had been a lot of talk of houses flooding on the news, as so many new houses had been built by unscrupulous builders in floodplains. (a bit more complicated than that, but anyway) It's one of the reasons I live on a hill. I choose this location. It's not accidental. I just never factored in 23 days of ice.
I will never, never read that book! I can't imagine cold or ice or SLYNSIB like that; last winter we had a few hard days, but nothing like what you're describing.
Spring, hang in there for Spring! I bet it's lovely, there at the top of your hill.
Normally, that's what we get here, a bad day or two that stuns us all, snow that melts by midday, and rain, lots of rain. But this apparently is the coldest winter we've had for forty years. So there.
I don't know if I'm sorry or not that I put you off The Road. I found it depressing. Very compelling, it rockets along, but my word, de-press-ing.
I have a very low tolerance for depressing. Even the wonderful movie, "Cool Hand Luke;" the last time he escapes, I'm done, movie gets turned off. As far as I'm concerned, Cool Hand Luke is still out there, running around and, what, eating eggs, I guess; just not dying, that's the main thing *embarrassed g*
I just was over on justonpilon's page talking about The Road. Yes, you picked a terrible time to read that one! I read it in the summer when all was warm and green. It did help assuage the horror of it, kept out some of the cold.
You might want to try The Year of the Flood by Margret Atwood. It's the same sort of themes as in The Road, but not nearly as bleak. I really enjoyed it. Oryx and Crake is a companion book to it. It's on my TBR pile.
Flooding. Let me see. As well as having the coldest winter in forty years, we've just had the wettest November in, like, I think, forever. Half the country was cut off and washed out. I was happy on my hill then let me tell you. I am a little bit frightened to read The Year of the Flood, as look what happened when I read The Road. :)
Actually I read The Road ages ago. But it had a horrible impact on me. It's one of those books I'd unread if I could. I must say that one of the books that helped me out of the mood of it was Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, also an apocalyptic novel, but uplifting in comparison to The Road. I'd like to think if I ever I faced an apocalypse I'd handle it in the spirit of Vonnegut, not McCarty. :)
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Now there you have the nub of the catastrophe. Soya milk? Nuh-UH. Doesn't cut it.
Sorry you had to go through that, tho it made very vivid reading!
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You knocked down the postman???? Boggle.I'd say he was charmed. :)
By the sound of it, it's still bad where you are. We seem to be coming out of it here. However one of our teachers still has not made it back to work as she is trapped in a bubble of still frozen backroads. She wouldn't be a million miles from Knock airport where they are having a blizzard apparently. I'm just so happy we're thawing out here. ;)
Soya milk is the evils. It leaves an after taste of triffic nastiness which will not go away for hours. It destroys the tea, which makes the mood very bad. I will get some rice milk in and test it for the next apocalypse. :)
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Actually when I bought my house, there had been a lot of talk of houses flooding on the news, as so many new houses had been built by unscrupulous builders in floodplains. (a bit more complicated than that, but anyway)
It's one of the reasons I live on a hill. I choose this location. It's not accidental. I just never factored in 23 days of ice.
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Spring, hang in there for Spring! I bet it's lovely, there at the top of your hill.
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I don't know if I'm sorry or not that I put you off The Road. I found it depressing. Very compelling, it rockets along, but my word, de-press-ing.
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You might want to try The Year of the Flood by Margret Atwood. It's the same sort of themes as in The Road, but not nearly as bleak. I really enjoyed it. Oryx and Crake is a companion book to it. It's on my TBR pile.
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Actually I read The Road ages ago. But it had a horrible impact on me. It's one of those books I'd unread if I could. I must say that one of the books that helped me out of the mood of it was Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, also an apocalyptic novel, but uplifting in comparison to The Road. I'd like to think if I ever I faced an apocalypse I'd handle it in the spirit of Vonnegut, not McCarty. :)
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