Houses, are but badly built boats… Plumbo Limbo

Snow showers with predicted plumber this morning.

Houses, are but badly built boats so firmly aground that you cannot think of moving them. They are definitely inferior things, belonging to the vegetable not the animal world, rooted and stationary… Aurthur Ransome, Racundra’s First Cruise (Chapter 1), 1923

As long as I am in a black mood and quoting an Englishman, I thought I’d throw in some toasts from my Irish ancestors (thoughtfully provided by my Mom at just the right time– Moms can be like that).

May your home never to be too small to hold all your friends.
May you live as long as you want, And never want as long as you live.
Maythe good Lord take a liking to you, But no too soon.
May you have warm words on a cold evening, A full moon on a dark night, And may the road be downhill all the way to your door.
May your neighbors respect you, Trouble neglect you, The angels protect you, And heaven accept you.
Dance as if no one were watching, Sing as if no one were listening, And live every day as if it were your last.

…and the one I use daily… Sláinte!’ (pronounced ‘slawn-cha’ = Health)

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