Where is that home, home on the range?

I always invision Montana when I hear the song.

If you read the full lyrics...they give some clues, but I think the "range" is just an allusion to anywhere out west that is far from city life.


Edit....Kansas seems to be the origional "range".

Yeah, Montana or Wyoming, most likely.

Beautiful places, both of them. I love to visit but I could not live with that kind of cold.

OOH! I like all the weird and wonderful names on that list, Boomer.

I have now decided to live on Wallops Island.


Just appeals to me, somehow.

Perhaps a summer estate on Wallops Island?

Sounds lovely!

I think I just moved to the range. My new neighbor called me over to explain that it was very unusual that he was wearing shorts here the first week in February. (I think it approached 60 today.) He loves Portland and wants to move there.. warned me about the serious drought here, which I do already know about. (Thinking.... they'll need more drip irrigation designers, I bet).

"oh give me a home
where the buffalo roam
and the dear and the atelope play"

i imagine it would be hard to keep said home clean

Re: Where is that home, home on the range?


I found the range...

Does that come in avacado, Sturgis?

Clean! Clean!? CLEAN!!?

Try having 10 inches of rain in 31 days and having two big dogs and one small boy. Stick all of these mammals together, add one large boy, and stir. You will see dirty like you've never dreamed of. Believe me, deer and antelope ain't got nuttin' on us!

Irrigate, darling Osso! You could be range roving. That area might provide a bit too little moisture for me.

Honestly, I love it here. I adore it. Weatherwise I don't think you can get much better - never too hot, never too cold, ususally not too wet.

But this year I am losing my mind. So is the rest of the city. This is a very outdoorsy city and everyone is stuck inside. People are getting nutty.

Today Mo and I walked five blocks to the neighborhood pizza joint for lunch, in the driving rain, despite being unable to find our umbrella, despite the howling wind.

It was either that or wreck the joint.

I got home and started wondering how much rain might actually be survivable. That's when I found the rain chart. It brought me a little peace.

I know whatcha mean, boomer. We're almost always good for 7" to 9" in a year too.

The song, of course refers to Kansas. It's the state song, or near enough.

Yep. You're listed at 8.88' per year.

That is really unbelievably little rain.

We've had more than that just this month.

It too is unbelievable.

Maybe I'll call my doctor to up my meds.....

Because Kansas. That just isn't going to happen.

Though lately I have dreamed of Texas....

Did you eat anything unusual or "original" before that dream of Texas?

8.88 is more a suggestion than a promise. Last year, we got lots more, so the norm is well under the average.

"Home, Home on the Range" was written to be sung in the summer--cabin fever isn't covered in any of the publishable verses.

That is so not fair, Noddy, to come here and dispell my dreams of a home on the range.

I invested a small fortune in lighting the other day trying to chase the gloom from the corners of my house (and mind) and it has helped a little.

Maybe it was just sharing that dead-eyed stare with the tens of other shoppers in the lamp store who were willing to go without food in favor of light.

Cabin Fever, Dontchaknow

We got cabin fever
No if's, and's, or but's
We're disoriented
And demented
And a little nuts

Ach du lieber Volkswagen car
(Yodel-lay-ee-hoo)
Saur braten viener schnitzel
Und a vunder bar
(Yodel-lay-ee-hoo)

--Muppets' Cabin Fever Song
(from Muppet Treasure Island )

As far as I can tell, everyplace is too cold, too rainy, or full of the total whack-jobs who congregate in warm sunny places.

For me personally, too cold and a non-ridiculous resident whack-job population suits me better than too rainy. (Had too rainy when I lived in London, absolutely awful.)

A crisp, cold, blue-sky and white-snow day can shatter cabin fever, especially if you know what to do with it/ have the ability to do so. (Cross country skiing, for example.... Oooh, I miss that.)

...and now a few words from Jimmy Buffett...

Boat drinks
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong

Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere
I'm close to bodily harm

Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on
Nobody cares they are way too far gone
Screamin', 'boat drinks', something to keep 'em all warm

This mornin' I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm

I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott?
Any ol' place here on Earth or in space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot

Oh I know (I know)
I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but can't rhyme it
I gotta go where it's warm

Boat drinks
Waitress I need two more boat drinks
Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks

I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's warm!

I gotta go where there ain't any snow
Where there ain't any blow
'Cause my fin sinks so low
I gotta go where it's warm

WOW!

Mr. B had been planning a business trip to California and he surprised us last night by booking us all to go to Disneyland for a few days!

Mo is beside himself without really knowing why. I'm beside myself looking forward to a bit of sunshine!

A pilgrimage to the Holy Rodent Empire!

All hail the Holy Rodent!