The pre-dawn view through the bars of my patio prison cell, of the early morning of the 2nd Tuesday of the last month of 2011, does not give you a clue that even though the sun has yet to arrive, already the outer world is being heated to a relatively balmy 52 degrees.
Yesterday morning, at first view of the outer world, I reported that the sky was clear. Within about 15 minutes it was raining.
So much for the accuracy of my weather condition observations.
Today weather prognosticators, other than myself, are predicting rain. I'll believe it when I get wet.
The only other thing I have on my simple mind this morning, other than the weather, is wondering why, if you are going to violate another nation's airspace with pilot-less drones, would you not equip those drones with some auto-destruct mechanism, like what happens to the tape after the Mission Impossible teams gets its mission?
Changing the subject from blowing up drones to swimming.
Even though the temperature average the past 24 hours has been above 50 degrees, I know that the swimming pool water is cold. I know I could get in it. But I also know I would not last long. I think I'll change my swimming protocol to 24 hours with a temperature average of 60 degrees or above. This seems far more sensible.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Walking Around Another Lake Fosdic Tree Before Learning The Durango Tree Is On Rantwick In Canada While Talking Way Too Long To My Dad
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| Fosdic Trees Overlooking Fosdic Lake & Fosdic Dam |
I went to Oakland Lake Park to jog around Fosdic Lake and quickly decided I did not think I wanted to return to being a jogger.
A few weeks ago someone told me what type trees those are in the picture. But, the addled state of my brain's memory retention has forgotten.
Last week I took a picture of a Fosdic Lake tree and put it on my blog. That tree is now known, in Canada, as the "Durango Tree."
After I put the picture of the aforementioned tree on my blog, Steve A asked if he could submit it to the Canadian National Best Fall Foliage Tree Contest.
I said sure.
Next thing I know the tree picture is on the Canadian Rantwick website with verbiage that had a bit of an imaginative explanation of how the "Durango Tree" ended up in Canada.
The Tree Contest will be judged by visitors to a London mall. That is London, Ontario, not the one in England.
The prize for the Tree Winner is an authentic bottle of Canadian Maple Syrup. I told Steve A if the "Durango Tree" wins I am giving the syrup to him. Steve A told me I could keep it because syrup is banned on his Atkin's Diet.
Changing the subject from trees to my dad's birthday.
After I gave up on jogging I got on the freeway to go to Sam's Club. On the way I called my dad to wish him a Happy Birthday. Dad answered the phone, which is very rare. My mom is the phone answerer. I'd not talked to my dad in awhile. He was being very chatty. So many questions.
After I don't know how long my dad finally ran out of things to talk about.
I then called my oldest sister to remind her that today is dad's birthday and to warn her that he is being very talkative. My sister told me she was aware of this and so she sent her birthday wishes via text message.
My Nephew David Takes Ruby & Theo To Talk To Santa
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| David, Theo, Santa & Ruby |
David had already visited Santa once, relaying to Santa that he had been a really good boy and that all he wanted for Christmas was his own personal robot.
Apparently, as the days passed after David's visit with Santa he became concerned that Santa had not been told what Theo & Ruby would like for Christmas. And that Santa also needed to know that his brother and sister had also been very good.
So, back to Santa the kids went. In the picture David is telling Santa that Theo & Ruby have been very good kids, even though they did do some squabbling on Thanksgiving.
David then proceeded to inform Santa that all his brother and sister wanted for Christmas was Thomas the Train stuff.
I have absolutely no idea what Thomas the Train stuff is. I hope Santa does. Or knows how to Google.
Happy Birthday Today From Texas To My Dear Ol' Dad
That is my dad's high school graduation picture you are looking at.
My dad graduated from Nooksack High School a couple years after the end of World War II. Nooksack High School is in the town of Nooksack, near the town of Lynden, near the Canadian border, near where my mom lived at that point in time.
The Nooksack are a Pacific Northwest Indian tribe.
Today is my dad's birthday.
Had you told my dad on the day this picture was taken that in the year 2011 he would be living in Arizona and his son would be in Texas, sending his picture out to the world, with a happy birthday greeting, on a blog, using something called a computer and the Internet, likely none of that would have made any sense.
Nor would my dad have been, way back then, able to understand how his son would be able to call him, long distance, for free, to wish him a happy birthday. And to do so whilst driving.
I remember when I was a kid it was a long distance call to call from Burlington to Lynden. All calls had to be very short. You got charged by the second for long distance calls back in Ancient Times.
In July of 2002 I flew north for the biggest family reunion ever of my dad's side of my family relations. This reunion took place at the fairgrounds in Lynden. At that reunion people I did not know would come up to me and say they knew who I was, without needing to ask, because I looked just like my dad. At the time I thought that odd, but now I sort of see the resemblance, except my dad has a cooler haircut. At least back in his senior year in high school.
Pretty much all of my good traits, such as they are, I got from my dad. Like always being totally calm and unflappable while driving. I have never ever seen my dad even remotely lose his temper. Lord knows he has had plenty of reason to, but I've never seen it happen. My dad has always been a Mr. Fix-it. Years ago it was fixing TVs. Among other things. The last time I was in Washington my sister had a multi-page to-do list for my dad to get done during mom and dad's one week stay. Everything from fixing doors, building shelves to digging up rhododendrons.
If my memory serves me correctly, my sister and dad dug deep around the rhododendrons and I came along later and wrenched them out of the ground.
I have no idea what my mom and dad are doing today for my dad's birthday. When I talked to my mom Saturday night they had been being busy traveling about with one of my aunts. That is likely continuing.
My dad graduated from Nooksack High School a couple years after the end of World War II. Nooksack High School is in the town of Nooksack, near the town of Lynden, near the Canadian border, near where my mom lived at that point in time.
The Nooksack are a Pacific Northwest Indian tribe.
Today is my dad's birthday.
Had you told my dad on the day this picture was taken that in the year 2011 he would be living in Arizona and his son would be in Texas, sending his picture out to the world, with a happy birthday greeting, on a blog, using something called a computer and the Internet, likely none of that would have made any sense.
Nor would my dad have been, way back then, able to understand how his son would be able to call him, long distance, for free, to wish him a happy birthday. And to do so whilst driving.
I remember when I was a kid it was a long distance call to call from Burlington to Lynden. All calls had to be very short. You got charged by the second for long distance calls back in Ancient Times.
In July of 2002 I flew north for the biggest family reunion ever of my dad's side of my family relations. This reunion took place at the fairgrounds in Lynden. At that reunion people I did not know would come up to me and say they knew who I was, without needing to ask, because I looked just like my dad. At the time I thought that odd, but now I sort of see the resemblance, except my dad has a cooler haircut. At least back in his senior year in high school.
Pretty much all of my good traits, such as they are, I got from my dad. Like always being totally calm and unflappable while driving. I have never ever seen my dad even remotely lose his temper. Lord knows he has had plenty of reason to, but I've never seen it happen. My dad has always been a Mr. Fix-it. Years ago it was fixing TVs. Among other things. The last time I was in Washington my sister had a multi-page to-do list for my dad to get done during mom and dad's one week stay. Everything from fixing doors, building shelves to digging up rhododendrons.
If my memory serves me correctly, my sister and dad dug deep around the rhododendrons and I came along later and wrenched them out of the ground.
I have no idea what my mom and dad are doing today for my dad's birthday. When I talked to my mom Saturday night they had been being busy traveling about with one of my aunts. That is likely continuing.
The 2nd Monday Of December With Warmer Temperatures & Fort Worth Star-Telegram Library Propaganda
The view from my primary viewing portal on the outer world on the 2nd Monday of the last month of 2011 indicates Day 12 of December is going to be yet one more nice rain-free day in Texas.
That is scheduled to change tomorrow, according to the weather prognosticators. Tuesday's temperature high is supposedly going to reach 62 degrees, with the low being 58, which according to my swimming protocols indicates I will be able to go swimming Wednesday morning, due to the 24 hour average being over 50.
I can not go swimming this morning without violating the swimming protocols, because it is currently only 46 degrees. I don't think we got over 50 yesterday.
Changing the subject from my favorite one to Fort Worth's library system.
This morning I was a bit surprised to read the following in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram...
A little more than a year ago, the city was contemplating closing libraries and reducing hours.
But after the public made it clear that it sees libraries as essential services, those branches stayed open and the hours were restored.
Now, the City Council is poised Tuesday to approve a library master plan that includes remodeling and adding facilities and possibly pairing branches with other city departments in multipurpose facilities.
The above excerpt of propaganda from the Star-Telegram pseudo-newspaper brought to mind the following lyrics from the John Mayer song Waiting on the World to Change...
Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want
The city "contemplated" closing libraries and reducing hours? Is not the non-propaganda version the fact that the city did close libraries and did reduce hours?
It is true the some of the public made clear they were appalled at the shoddy way the City of Fort Worth was handling its libraries.
The cutbacks have been quite noticeable at my neighborhood East Regional Fort Worth Public Library. Fewer books on the shelves, fewer periodicals, fewer hours open, fewer days open.
And now the Star-Telegram is reporting that the City Council is poised tomorrow to approve a $58 million library master plan to remodel and add facilities, among other things. If the money can be found in these troubling economic times.
Enough of that.
I wish I could go swimming now and purge my aggravation via salubrious aerobic stimulation.
WEATHER UPDATE The weather prognosticators have disillusioned me. The morning my post dawn blue sky optimism saw no chance of rain today. By 8 this morning wet drops were falling.
That is scheduled to change tomorrow, according to the weather prognosticators. Tuesday's temperature high is supposedly going to reach 62 degrees, with the low being 58, which according to my swimming protocols indicates I will be able to go swimming Wednesday morning, due to the 24 hour average being over 50.
I can not go swimming this morning without violating the swimming protocols, because it is currently only 46 degrees. I don't think we got over 50 yesterday.
Changing the subject from my favorite one to Fort Worth's library system.
This morning I was a bit surprised to read the following in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram...
A little more than a year ago, the city was contemplating closing libraries and reducing hours.
But after the public made it clear that it sees libraries as essential services, those branches stayed open and the hours were restored.
Now, the City Council is poised Tuesday to approve a library master plan that includes remodeling and adding facilities and possibly pairing branches with other city departments in multipurpose facilities.
The above excerpt of propaganda from the Star-Telegram pseudo-newspaper brought to mind the following lyrics from the John Mayer song Waiting on the World to Change...
Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want
The city "contemplated" closing libraries and reducing hours? Is not the non-propaganda version the fact that the city did close libraries and did reduce hours?
It is true the some of the public made clear they were appalled at the shoddy way the City of Fort Worth was handling its libraries.
The cutbacks have been quite noticeable at my neighborhood East Regional Fort Worth Public Library. Fewer books on the shelves, fewer periodicals, fewer hours open, fewer days open.
And now the Star-Telegram is reporting that the City Council is poised tomorrow to approve a $58 million library master plan to remodel and add facilities, among other things. If the money can be found in these troubling economic times.
Enough of that.
I wish I could go swimming now and purge my aggravation via salubrious aerobic stimulation.
WEATHER UPDATE The weather prognosticators have disillusioned me. The morning my post dawn blue sky optimism saw no chance of rain today. By 8 this morning wet drops were falling.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Today I Attended Church At Village Creek & Later Checked On My Obsession
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| A Rare View Of An Isolated Location On Village Creek |
Last Sunday there was quite a large number of worshipers in the Village Creek Natural Cathedral.
Today there were several vehicles in the church parking lot, but few in the sanctuary.
I did run into a couple with a vicious, yapping little black terrier dog, which was my wickedest ankle biter encounter since Elsie Hotpepper's pit bull/poodle mix jumped up and bit me on the butt. I was grateful that bite did not require stitches. An ice pack stifled the pain and reduced the swelling.
It was 45 degrees when I went to my special church in the noon time frame. It is 49 degrees now, over 4 hours later. I doubt it will get to 50 today. Thus, I will not be going swimming in the morning. I continue to bloat up from the loss of my regular exercise.
Changing the subject from the temperature and church and hideous weight gain to my mom.
I forgot to mention that yesterday I got gas on my way to the Tandy Hills, which, obviously required calling my mom to tell mom that I got gas. Mom was not home. So, I left a message saying how much gas cost and what the temperature was.
My mom called back, last night, to tell me that mom and dad also got gas yesterday, almost as cheap as mine. And that they have also been freezing in the Phoenix zone. One of my Aunts is visiting mom and dad, from Washington, so they have been out and about.
The biggest news my mom had for me was my nephew, CJ, who lives in Scottsdale, had his house broken into. Neighbors saw the burglary in progress and called the police who caught the perps in the act. The robbers had removed pretty much everything of value. The cops returned it all with only 2 items missing. The only missing item my mom could remember was a bottle of expensive cologne that was not returned.
What is my nephew doing with a bottle of expensive cologne I sat here and wondered? I've got myself a bottle of Calvin Klein's Obsession for Men that's got to be in about its third decade of life. It's likely fermenting into an entirely new fragrance by now.
Just a second, I'll go see.....
Still smells the same to me. Except maybe I am detecting a rancid fruit note I'd not made note of before. Now thanks to you talking me into checking on my Obsession, I'm likely going to be having myself a sneezing fit now.
Thanks.
Questions From Bob About The Scott Avenue Non-Odorized Chesapeake Energy Pipeline Laying Operation
I have not made mention of the Carter Avenue Chesapeake Gate Scandal in awhile. No mention made, mostly, I assume, because the scandalous issue seemed to have been resolved when Chesapeake Energy backed off of their bizarre plan to run a pipeline of non-odorized natural gas under the homes along Fort Worth's Carter Avenue.
An alternative pipeline route was approved and everyone, for the most part, seemed happy.
After I blogged about being on the Tandy Hills yesterday, with those hills due east of the Scott Avenue location of the Chesapeake Energy drilling site, from which the controversy pipelines was to be laid, Bob made a comment....
Bob has left a new comment on your post "Back On The Tandy Hills Thinking About Cutting Myself, Soy Yogurt & Driving Like An Old Lady":
So did you notice all the workers and work going on around the Chesapeake gas well site down the hill on Scott Ave. and along the I-30 right-of-way? I might be wrong but it looks like the workers are clearing trees and digging trenches to lay gas pipeline about 8-inches in diameter (a pile was stacked near the Hope Church on Beach St.) Is this the actual CHK gas pipeline that was originally intended to be placed under the front yards of Carter Ave. homes? Before we moved away from that neighborhood, we read that the Carter Ave. pipeline was supposed to have been built in November 2008, as soon as the last hold-out was subdued in eminent domain court procedures. BUT THAT'S THREE YEARS AGO. Can you shed any light on my state of confusion regarding this infamous pipeline and the fight against it?
I must have heard odd noises to the west as I walked on the Tandy Hills yesterday, because when I proceeded to drive on to Town Talk I had in impulse, that I resisted, to take a right on to Ben Street to take a look at the current state of the controversial Scott Avenue Chesapeake Operation.
I drove north on Beach Street on the way to Town Talk. I noticed no pipeline stacked near Hope Church, which is on the west side of Beach Street. Then again, I don't remember looking much in that direction.
On Friday, on the way back to my abode from Pantego, driving west on Division Street, in Arlington, I was surprised to see 3 lines of water pipeline, waiting to be assembled, laying on the ground on the north side of the road. The string of pipes extended for a couple miles, eventually ending at a location where water could be sucked, near the south side of Village Creek Natural Historical Area.
How can the powers that be claim we are suffering a severe water shortage here in North Texas at the same time these big water sucking straws are draining creeks, rivers and lakes?
How is permission granted to cross property with these water pipes? How closely is the water sucking monitored?
As for the gas pipeline that apparently is now, after all this time, being installed to take non-odorized gas from the Scott Avenue location, where is that gas heading? Where does the pipeline go? To the compressor stations on Randol Mill Road? Is that the destination? Where can one go to see a map of the ever growing matrix of non-odorized natural gas pipelines that is being installed under us here in Gasland?
I am heading east today in the noon time frame. Tomorrow I will head west and check out the Scott Avenue pipeline laying operation.
An alternative pipeline route was approved and everyone, for the most part, seemed happy.
After I blogged about being on the Tandy Hills yesterday, with those hills due east of the Scott Avenue location of the Chesapeake Energy drilling site, from which the controversy pipelines was to be laid, Bob made a comment....
Bob has left a new comment on your post "Back On The Tandy Hills Thinking About Cutting Myself, Soy Yogurt & Driving Like An Old Lady":
So did you notice all the workers and work going on around the Chesapeake gas well site down the hill on Scott Ave. and along the I-30 right-of-way? I might be wrong but it looks like the workers are clearing trees and digging trenches to lay gas pipeline about 8-inches in diameter (a pile was stacked near the Hope Church on Beach St.) Is this the actual CHK gas pipeline that was originally intended to be placed under the front yards of Carter Ave. homes? Before we moved away from that neighborhood, we read that the Carter Ave. pipeline was supposed to have been built in November 2008, as soon as the last hold-out was subdued in eminent domain court procedures. BUT THAT'S THREE YEARS AGO. Can you shed any light on my state of confusion regarding this infamous pipeline and the fight against it?
I must have heard odd noises to the west as I walked on the Tandy Hills yesterday, because when I proceeded to drive on to Town Talk I had in impulse, that I resisted, to take a right on to Ben Street to take a look at the current state of the controversial Scott Avenue Chesapeake Operation.
I drove north on Beach Street on the way to Town Talk. I noticed no pipeline stacked near Hope Church, which is on the west side of Beach Street. Then again, I don't remember looking much in that direction.
On Friday, on the way back to my abode from Pantego, driving west on Division Street, in Arlington, I was surprised to see 3 lines of water pipeline, waiting to be assembled, laying on the ground on the north side of the road. The string of pipes extended for a couple miles, eventually ending at a location where water could be sucked, near the south side of Village Creek Natural Historical Area.
How can the powers that be claim we are suffering a severe water shortage here in North Texas at the same time these big water sucking straws are draining creeks, rivers and lakes?
How is permission granted to cross property with these water pipes? How closely is the water sucking monitored?
As for the gas pipeline that apparently is now, after all this time, being installed to take non-odorized gas from the Scott Avenue location, where is that gas heading? Where does the pipeline go? To the compressor stations on Randol Mill Road? Is that the destination? Where can one go to see a map of the ever growing matrix of non-odorized natural gas pipelines that is being installed under us here in Gasland?
I am heading east today in the noon time frame. Tomorrow I will head west and check out the Scott Avenue pipeline laying operation.
The 2nd Sunday Of December Dawns Bright & Cold In Texas With Anonymous Commenting On My Bold Baldness
The dawn view through the bars of my patio prison cell indicates that the 2nd Sunday of the last month of 2011 is starting off with a bright clear sky.
My computer-based outer world temperature information indicates the outer world at my location is currently chilled to 36 degrees.
Once again I will not be going swimming this morning.
Speaking of swimming, well, more precisely, skinny dipping, whilst swimming. Yesterday I blogged about the similarities between myself and former President John Quincy Adams, including our mutual follicle challenges.
This prompted someone calling him or herself Anonymous to make what I found to be a semi-amusing comment....
Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Skinny Dipping President John Quincy Adams & I Are So Much Alike It Is Uncanny":
Bald(ing)? You? I've been suffering under a misapprehension. Well, not suffering really - more like 'laboring' perhaps? No, not laboring either...anyway, I didn't know you are bald, or balding, and strangely, I still sort of doubt it. The pictures I've seen don't provide corroboration, unless you use spray-on hair.
I am sorry I caused someone Anonymous to suffer. But it pleases me to learn my spray-on hair is successful in creating its intended illusion.
This would be the part in my morning blogging where I usually would say it is time to go swimming.
I just realized this is the first morning that someone might realize that the reason I wear a wool cap when I go swimming is so that my spray-on hair does not get washed away.
My computer-based outer world temperature information indicates the outer world at my location is currently chilled to 36 degrees.
Once again I will not be going swimming this morning.
Speaking of swimming, well, more precisely, skinny dipping, whilst swimming. Yesterday I blogged about the similarities between myself and former President John Quincy Adams, including our mutual follicle challenges.
This prompted someone calling him or herself Anonymous to make what I found to be a semi-amusing comment....
Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Skinny Dipping President John Quincy Adams & I Are So Much Alike It Is Uncanny":
Bald(ing)? You? I've been suffering under a misapprehension. Well, not suffering really - more like 'laboring' perhaps? No, not laboring either...anyway, I didn't know you are bald, or balding, and strangely, I still sort of doubt it. The pictures I've seen don't provide corroboration, unless you use spray-on hair.
I am sorry I caused someone Anonymous to suffer. But it pleases me to learn my spray-on hair is successful in creating its intended illusion.
This would be the part in my morning blogging where I usually would say it is time to go swimming.
I just realized this is the first morning that someone might realize that the reason I wear a wool cap when I go swimming is so that my spray-on hair does not get washed away.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Skinny Dipping President John Quincy Adams & I Are So Much Alike It is Uncanny
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| John Quincy Adams In The First Photo Taken Of An American President |
Until George W. Bush came along, almost 200 years later, John Quincy Adams was the only President whose dad had also been President, that being American President #2, John Adams.
Like me, John Quincy Adams preferred reading in seclusion, rather than subjecting himself to social engagements. Often John Quincy Adams would only attend some social event after extreme prodding.
Like Abraham Lincoln, and me, John Quincy Adams suffered from depression and melancholy. There was nothing like Prozac or Wellbutrin to help John Quincy Adams get through the day.
Like me, throughout his life, John Quincy Adams felt inadequate and socially awkward. John Quincy Adams, like me, was also bothered by his physical appearance. And being so short. Both of us turned into domed bald heads at an early age.
Another thing I have in common with John Quincy Adams is liking to skinny dip.
Benjamin Franklin also was a skinny dipper. As was Theodore Roosevelt, years later. Teddy routinely went skinny dipping in the Potomac with this "Tennis Cabinet". Whatever that is.
Like me, John Quincy Adams was a creature of habit. Almost to the point of obsession. Again, like me.
John Quincy Adams wrote on his blog every day, just like me. Only back in John Quincy Adams' day a blog was called a diary. As President, John Quincy Adams got up before the crack of dawn, made a fire (I make coffee), read his Bible ( don't have one), and then took a morning walk. Or a skinny dipping swim in the Potomac.
There are a few stories of John Quincy Adams having slightly embarrassing moments whilst skinny dipping.
One story has John Quincy Adams refusing to grant America's first female professional journalist, Anne Royall, an interview.
So, Anne went to the river, waited for John Quincy Adams to take off his clothes and get in the water and then proceeded gather up John Quincy Adams' clothes and sit on them until he agreed to grant her an interview.
Where was the Secret Service during this woman's outrageous behavior?
Another John Quincy Adams getting caught naked story has him and his servant going for swim in the Potomac where they find an old boat. The President suggests they row the boat across the river, then swim back.
Halfway across, the boat sinks, which supposedly, somehow, causes the men to lose their clothing, after jumping off the sinking ship and swimming ashore. The servant puts on wet clothing and makes his way back to the White House, leaving John Quincy Adams sitting naked on a rock. Five hours pass before clothes arrive. John Quincy Adams' wife, Louisa severely scolded him after this incident, and his doctor advised less hazardous exercise.
However, John Quincy Adams ignores his wife and doctor and continues skinny dipping in the Potomac.
Another supposed incident had John Quincy Adams in the Potomac for his regular skinny dip, when someone steals his clothes, which has the naked President soliciting the help of a passing boy to run to the White House to fetch some britches.
Though the parallels between myself and John Quincy Adams are all sorts of uncanny, I have never ever gone skinny dipping in the Potomac River. That'd be like going skinny dipping in the Trinity River.
I also have never had a female journalist sit on my clothes til I agree to grant her an interview.
America must have been a much more free-spirited, liberated place back in the early days of our Republic. I really can not picture Barack Obama, or George W. Bush, for that matter, going skinny dipping in the Potomac. If they did, and were caught with their pants down, I am sure a big brouhaha would ensue.
Sad, repressed times we live in.
Back On The Tandy Hills Thinking About Cutting Myself, Soy Yogurt & Driving Like An Old Lady
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| The Wide Open Prairie Of Fort Worth Texas |
In the picture it looks fairly dry on the open prairie.
Looks are deceiving.
Soft, muddy spots remain. But not too muddy.
On the main trail on to the hills, from View Street, what appears to be the hooves of a horse have made a series of indents in the trail. The horse must have ventured on to the hills whilst mud was still the predominant feature.
I had good treasure hunting at Town Talk today. Vanilla Yogurt made from Soy Milk was the thing I got today I'd never heard of. I have already sampled it and it is good.
When I got back to my abode I went into making lunch mode. I was using my guillotine/mandoline slicing thing to slice rounds of sweet potatoes to roast into healthy pseudo potato chips, when I sliced my thumb.
Due to the fact that the blade on the guillotine is so sharp, the wound is nicely sliced. There was no pain. And it was fairly easy to stop the bleeding.
Have I ever mentioned that I has always been a bit of a hazard with knives? I have a bad habit of trying to be fast, which turns me into a hazard at times.
This habit of trying to be fast does not apply to how I drive any form of motorized vehicular transport. I always drive like a very sedate old lady. This is why no matter how bad traffic gets I never get flustered. I just say in my very sedate old lady frame of mind and glide through the situation effortlessly.
I probably should go clean up the blood on the kitchen floor before it dries up. It looks like a crime scene in there.
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