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This site is a member of WebRing. To browse visit here. Thursday, April 13, 2006 You gonna put bees in there? Sometimes you just want to ask people what they were doing all those hours in school, because they clearly weren't paying attention.I was wandering through the mall this afternoon after leaving the car at Sears for an oil change, and spotted some big plastic garden enclosures in one of the stores. A saleslady saw me looking at them and asked if she could help me. "I need something that won't leak when it rains," I said. "I bought something similar to this last year, and every time it rains, the bottom of it fills up with water.""What are you going to store in it?" she asked--as though that made any difference. But I told her that I kept bees, and wanted something so I could keep my tools and other necessities close to the hives. Hive tool, smoker, bee brush, spare hat and veil for visitors who might not have come equipped with their own, that sort of thing."Bees," she said, looking blank. "You keep bees?"I nodded."Bees," she said again, as though she couldn't quite imagine such a thing. "Like, you mean, flying bees?"I resisted the temptation to say I didn't know of any other kind, and just agreed that yes, they were flying bees.She looked even more perplexed. "Why? What do you want to keep bees for?"Now it was my turn to be puzzled. Surely she knew . . . "You get honey from bees," I said, trying not to sound as amazed as I was feeling."I thought honey came from sugar," she said. "How do you get the honey out of the bees? Don't they sting you?"I took a deep breath and said something vague about bees depositing the honey in the hives, and got out before I was tempted to say something rude.Her parting comment was that if I was going to put bees in the deck box I'd been looking at, I would need something that closed up tighter, so the bees couldn't get out and sting anyone.Oh dear. posted by Liz @ 8:01 PM | The template is set to display 10 posts. To see all the posts for this month, click on the month name in the Archive section RSS Feed PERSONAL Send email toliz at life-as-a-spectator-sport.com Home I'm a mother, grandmother, a computer professional, Democrat, Christian. I welcome politely worded comments and email, my spam filter throws the rest away, so don't bother to flame me WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT' "If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart. 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Sometimes you just want to ask people what they were doing all those hours in school, because they clearly weren't paying attention.I was wandering through the mall this afternoon after leaving the car at Sears for an oil change, and spotted some big plastic garden enclosures in one of the stores. A saleslady saw me looking at them and asked if she could help me. "I need something that won't leak when it rains," I said. "I bought something similar to this last year, and every time it rains, the bottom of it fills up with water.""What are you going to store in it?" she asked--as though that made any difference. But I told her that I kept bees, and wanted something so I could keep my tools and other necessities close to the hives. Hive tool, smoker, bee brush, spare hat and veil for visitors who might not have come equipped with their own, that sort of thing."Bees," she said, looking blank. "You keep bees?"I nodded."Bees," she said again, as though she couldn't quite imagine such a thing. "Like, you mean, flying bees?"I resisted the temptation to say I didn't know of any other kind, and just agreed that yes, they were flying bees.She looked even more perplexed. "Why? What do you want to keep bees for?"Now it was my turn to be puzzled. Surely she knew . . . "You get honey from bees," I said, trying not to sound as amazed as I was feeling."I thought honey came from sugar," she said. "How do you get the honey out of the bees? Don't they sting you?"I took a deep breath and said something vague about bees depositing the honey in the hives, and got out before I was tempted to say something rude.Her parting comment was that if I was going to put bees in the deck box I'd been looking at, I would need something that closed up tighter, so the bees couldn't get out and sting anyone.Oh dear.
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"If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart.
THE NON-ELECTRIC HOME
Cleaning, 1 Cleaning, 2 Cleaning, 3
KNITTING BLOGS
Extravayarnza Knitting Heretic Mind of Winter Pie Knits Persistent Illusion See Eunny Knit The Keyboard Biologist Taleweaver's Ramblings TECHnitting Wendy Knits
FINISHED PROJECTS
SELF-RELIANCE AND THE FUTURE
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How to Grow More Vegetables, etc. Small Scale Grain Raising
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