The week gone by — Nov. 28

The sound the alarm clock makes in the morning is called “orca.”

I have no idea why. I have no idea if it’s what an orca sounds like … given that I have no idea what an orca sounds like.

OK, fine, whatever — it goes off, I roll over for a moment and then get out of bed.

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’Tis the season

We’ve watched it several times, and we know what’s going to happen.

Rick Steves is going to sample Christmas traditions all over Europe, culminating with his family visiting friends in the Swiss Alps and going with them to find a Christmas tree before a torch-lit sled ride home.

And it hits us … right … there … every time.

Thanksgiving thoughts

I’ve never had any interest in Thoreau — which can be hard when you can’t get away from him the next town over — but at least he picked a nice place to get away from it all at Walden Pond.

Suzi and I went there for a Thanksgiving walk this morning. The sun was bright, and while it was chilly, it wasn’t cold.

I felt strong, charging along the path like I had some pent-up energy to burn off, which I probably did.

The week gone by — Nov. 21

Nope.

Not gonna happen.

Don’t even try.

The Captain’s Quiz 5: Golden Rings

I’m not a fan of what I’d call — for back of a better term — the grind-industrial complex.

As someone who believes that those who are, don’t have to tell you, I tend to be skeptical of people who insist on plastering on social media just how much effort they’re putting in.

Just do the work. I don’t need an Instagram video or Twitter post with all kinds of hashtags.

Enjoy this moment

Stop.

Wait.

Don’t go back inside just yet.

Away

The traffic to West Hartford can be sketchy at times.

In particular, the turn toward Worcester and later toward Connecticut can get backed up, but people must not be out this Saturday morning, because we get to Suzi’s parents’ house without any trouble.

The week gone by — Nov. 14

I think we can all agree that if you’re going to read magazines about royalty that you see in suburban big-box bookstores, you should be sure to read a “quality” one.

And I’m sure they’d tell you that “OK!” and “Hello!” are nothing but swill.

After all, life is too short for second-rate royal puffery.

You expect me to believe … what?

I’ve heard some outlandish claims in my day.

After all, there are people who insist that Switzerland is actually a real place, and not a computer-generated, green-screen experience or a set along the lines of “The Truman Show.”

But this one takes the cake.

The week gone by — Nov. 7

“What is it about people who eat ice cream all year?”

Suzi asked this as we were enjoying our Friday ice creams. Most of the establishments we went to this summer have closed for the season, but there are still places we can go, and I’m perfectly willing to keep it up.

Although I must say that I don’t know why we sat outside, especially on those metal chairs.