Dang!!!

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I could've sandbagged yesterday's post for one more day. Except I didn't remember it was a milestone until after the post went up.
Yessir, yesterday was the third anniversary of the start of this blog. It was a little experiment that got away.

oh, well
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Let's get it done with

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If you really want to know what this is all about, the beginning is here, all the back on April 5. It continued here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here. This is where it is concluded
I'd just told everyone,

"91 – I actually do like potatoes, particularly fries [chips] and chips [crisps]"

92 – My favorite quotation used to be, “people who think they know it all really annoy those of us who do.” That was before I spent “12 years, 7 months, 16 days and 6 hours” (that's what the plaque says) working in a petroleum jobber's chain of convenience stores. During that time my motto was, “This job would be great if it wasn't for the customers.”

93 – Now my favorite quotation is, “Knowledge speaks, wisdom listens.” Now if I could only learn to keep my mouth shut, particularly since the filter between my brain and mouth doesn't work all that well.

94 – Carlos Santana


95 – Al Hirt No, that's not him in the video


96 – When I was in kindergarten and first grade (that's five and six years old) I rode the San Francisco public transit buses (yeah, yeah, the Muni) to and from school. So did a lot of other kids.
Maybe that's why we moved the first time? It was a lot closer to school so I could walk.

97 – I didn't learn to ride a bicycle until I was eight years old. I didn't have the opportunity. Besides, there weren't many places in San Francisco to ride back then.

98 – If my folks had known some of the stunts we pulled with our bikes, we might never have learned to ride. It wasn't much fun having one bike for two kids, particularly since it had belonged to only one of them at first.

99 – I didn't get my driver's license until after my 21st birthday... well after my birthday.

100 – I wasn't home long enough after high school to ever take the driving test until after I got out of the Navy.

So while I was delaying posting all of this drivel, I came up with some more about me.
These are bonus [sic] things :

101 – I set a family record by being the first and only member, so far, to reach a height over six feet

102 – I haven't smoked a stinkweed cigarette or cigar since June 26, 2008. I stopped once before for six years, but it didn't take.

103 – I haven't had a drink since April 9, 2009. Even better, I can actually think of a bunch of pluses with regard to that and none have to do with being a designated driver.

104 – You may have noticed there aren’t many expletives used. It's not because I don't know any... or haven't used them. I've just found that they're kinda like aspirins. They work best when not used constantly.

105 – I can say that I really have seen a live game where the “Million Dollar Backfield” played. As a bonus, Bobby Layne was the opposing quarterback. The bad news is that it was at Kezar stadium, where the seats were designed for smurfs and the seagulls practiced dive-bombing.


106 – I was reminded that I had orthodontia as a teen. It was to “prevent serious dental problems when I was an adult”

107 – Four permanent teeth were pulled to allow room for the wisdom teeth to come in.

108 – Less than ten years later my wisdom teeth were pulled... after they'd crowded all of the others and failed to emerge.

109 – Much later I had periodontal surgery to help prevent the loss of teeth due to gum disease.

110 – Now I have 4 dental implants and a full set of uppers and lowers.

111 – I never did finish telling about moving. You didn't really want to know anyway



If I had really thought this out. I could have stretched this over much more than three months....

th, th, that's all folks
.

I heard somone needed rain

_


We have some.



It appears to be passing through on its way to someplace else



It was not unexpected.


BTW - according to Cal Fire the TV folks were closer to being correct about the fire yesterday. It was 35 acres.

still like tv more
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A ten or 40 acre... depending on who you want to believe... blaze broke out near here yesterday afternoon. We could hear, but not see, the helicopter making water drops on the hot spots.



The S-2T never did drop his load while I was watching.

Take note of the arrival of the clouds, a precursor to a storm with actual "Winter Storm Warnings" for the mountains. It's supposed to be back to triple digits by Friday.

go figure
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Breaking news

Fire!
Well actually it's old news now.
I have video of some of the action.
The local TV folks say it's about eight acres... print media, 40 acres?

I trust the TV folks

Wow, I forgot something

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Extra post:
Sunday marked the end of my third year, in a row, without a cigarette. Before anyone breaks out the champagne I should mention that I went almost six years once. Then I started smoking again.
As long as I am marking dates, I may as well mention this blog will be three years old on Wednesday. Considering I started it just to update family regarding a medical procedure, it has come a long way. Where it's come to is an entirely different issue... and the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

actually, the name of
the blog was changed
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Irony

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I saw this teaser headline:

"Jonathan Wilson: Mexico exploits porous U.S. defense"

Then I realized it was a sports headline about the Gold Cup soccer match at the Rose Bowl yesterday.

draw your own conclusions
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Up Highway 44

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The climb is so subtle it seems it can't possibly be 4000 feet. No, what's noticeable is that it is easily ten degrees, or more, cooler at Lake McCumber. It even seems quieter, too.
We make this trip annually... if three years in succession is annually. Yesterday was the last day for the campers at the diabetic camp. Parents pick them up at 10am and Camp McCumber must then be readied for the next group of renters. We start at the showers, completely washing and sanitizing everything.



Then to the camper cabins (much like small barracks), removing everything that does not belong, before sweeping, wiping down and vacuuming (when Skip remembers the proper extension cord). The process is completed with the cleaning of the restrooms, followed by the Staff bath rooms.
This may not sound like such a fun activity, but it's not nearly as disgusting as it sounds. The purpose behind it is it would cost $500 - $750 to have someone else do it and it has to be done before the next camp can start. The monies saved can otherwise be used to fund scholarships for young campers who would otherwise be unable to attend.
There are lots of activities for the youngsters, aged 8 - 17 who attend the camp...


table tennis, other sports... and disc golf

...but it's mostly a learning experience. It is the first time many of the kids learn they aren't the only one with diabetes and that it is treatable.

fun
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for the next few days there will be more photos posted here

Things are winding down

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Shoulda, woulda, coulda called the posts regarding things about me something like Ten Things at a Time. Anyhow, it is well beyond that now and there's not much left. If you will remember it all began here,
continued here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
and
here.
We'll take it a little further now.


81 – I started learning about computers... and programing... back when stuff was done with keypunch cards and circuit boards that looked like furnace filters with all kinds of wires. I didn't really become a user until the '90s, after most of the hard work had been done.

82 – I read A Million Little Pieces but wasn't outraged at all when I found out it was semi-fictional.

83 – About the only thing I hate worse than having to redo something because somebody else messed up is having somebody else follow behind me and make adjustments or unnecessary changes to my work. Don't sweep the floor I've already swept, or mop the floor I've already mopped.

84 – Did I mention I have been a San Francisco 49er fan since Buck Shaw was the coach and Frankie Albert was the quarterback? Yeah, yeah... Kezar Stadium (what a pit!)

85 – I like anchovies... really!

86 – If a restaurant serves French onion soup, I'll probably order it.

87 – I actually won a chili-cookoff, not for the chili, for the decorations. I don't think anyone, besides my brother, ever complained about my chili.



88 – He said it wasn't hot enough

89 – I was president of my fifth grade class in the last quarter of the year. Barry Lindtt was vice president, Lana Green, secretary. We didn't need a treasurer because there wasn't any money

90 – I was actually told I can't possibly be Irish, because I don't like potatoes

91 – I actually do like potatoes, particularly fries [chips] and chips [crisps]

it'll be over soon
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I don't know what's going on...

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To say I was disappointed in the Farmers Market yesterday would be an understatement. But I guess if the sign says it's a farmers market...
I guess I was expecting too much. I wanted to buy a tomato.



Tonight Grandma Skip and I are invited to the Enterprise Lions Club for their Installation of Officers. Actually I've been invited to install their incoming officers and induct two new members. It's an honor.


Tomorrow we're going up the hill to Camp McCumber, east of Shingletown, with the rest of the Anderson Lions Club. For the past few years we've been going up on the last day of the Lions Diabetes Camp to finish the cleanup after the campers leave. This saves the Health Foundation from having to pay someone for the task.


I think yesterday was the first day we had single digit humidity.


Just out of curiosity I checked to see what latitude in Europe corresponds to Anderson. It's in Spain, more precisely, close to Madrid. It's warm there, too.


We have to start thinking about what to pack. We're off to Seattle in a week for a convention. Then a couple of days with grandchildren in Port Orchard.

I'm hearing
Willie Nelson
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It cooled down today

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I was visiting another blog, where the subject of the weather was broached... 'nuff said.
Oh, wait... one more little thing I forgot to mention this morning. I was out to Happy Valley last night and was actually rained on. Usually this time of year, if there's any precipitation here, it evaporates long before it hits the ground, like in the picture below.



It was just one big ol' cloud that stretched across about 30 miles.
The NWS registered it as 61% humidity.

farmers market was a bust
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Odds and ends

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The NWS says it's going to be Sunny today. That's their way of saying it won't be above 100 degrees.


I'm about a third of the way into Atlas Shrugged. It's heavy... in many ways.


We have a busy weekend ahead. But we're not leaving town.


Today marks the anniversary of the day I joined the Navy. You'd think that as often as I mention things I did while in the Navy, I made a career of it. Isn't it amazing how much can be crammed into a short time span?


I'm off to the farmers market.

BLTs for supper
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A quick glance at the NWS site shows the high was actually 103 yesterday... not that you could notice any difference.

Thanks for that

_

The south wind must've helped keep the temperature down?
Grandma Skip had to go to Red Bluff during the hottest part of the day. Fortunately the predicted temps were not met today.

she had a Dr appointment
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Still moving Things along

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Let's see, we were talking about relocation. Actually somehow it had turned into sea stories. If you've just now stopped by for the first time, maybe you'll want to go back to the beginning. It all started here,
continued here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here
and
here

Now if you are up to speed we'll continue with:

73 – I would probably like San Diego a lot more if it wasn't stuck down there on the other side of L.A.

74 – I really get frustrated with folks who think anything north of Santa Barbara is Northern California. Heck, Sacramento is barely in Northern California. I guess the criteria is, if it isn't in Southern California, then it's Northern California? Those same people probably think Africa is a country.

75 – So in June the ship formed up with about seven other ships and steamed west, in formation to Japan, with a stopover at Honolulu (PH) and a refueling stop at Midway Island, where the gooney birds took full advantage of the runways built for the aircraft. We had an opportunity to hear firsthand what it was like to live there because one of my coworkers had a brother stationed there. The first thing we heard was if you catch any fish in the lagoon, don't it it because it's toxic. We were only there for a couple of hours so there wasn't any time to fish.

76 – Did I mention June is the start of typhoon season? As we approached Japan we maneuvered to avoid going directly in the path of a typhoon. We still managed to feel it's effects and had to refuel while underway so we could reach our destination, Yokosuka, just south of Tokyo.

77 – We were there for a long weekend and steamed south, way south, with two other ships, to Keelung, at the northern end of Taiwan. I can't tell much about what we did at Keelung, or what we did after we left there for the next three weeks until we returned without ever stopping somewhere else, because it is a secret. But while we were gone we got to see some Soviet ships and airplanes; some Korean ships; and some Chinese planes. My understanding was that they weren't all that happy to see us.

78 – I went to southern Taiwan, too. Kaohsiung was like the Taiwanese San Diego. Only it isn't near L.A.

79 – Another month of patrolling... the unofficial name was Formosa Patrol... put the ship in line for some R&R in Hong Kong, just a brief jaunt from Kaohsiung. After the second day of a weeklong stay a warning was received that we'd have to leave because a typhoon was supposed to encounter land nearby within a few days. So we got underway and steamed south. The typhoon turned left so we steamed further south. The typhoon turned further left so we steamed even further south. By the time we were done the typhoon missed Hong Kong entirely and we were six days away from Hong Kong. We did go back, but only overnight to retrieve crew members who hadn't made it back to the ship before we departed. It was memorable in that I was able to make contact with a local family who were friends with a friend of my stepdad's. They entertained a couple of shipmates and me like we were royalty.

80 – I actually know what URL, html, http, FTP, and a lot of other Internet alphabet language means. Big whoop!

doesn't mean I can
program or write code
.

Huh?

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More than two years ago the Brighton Pensioner and I mumbled... if that's something you can do on blogs... about a 365 challenge. Now that I think about it, maybe we came close to taunting each other. In any event you can find those posts here and here. I'm bringing this up because it appears, though neither of us was particularly excited about the idea, we have more or less eventually accepted it, he, more so than I.

no, no not here
.

Happy _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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I went looking for something appropriate to post for Fathers Day. As you can see, I didn't look very far. I actually found it over on RM&P. I posted it there two years ago... not on Fathers Day, though. Ironically, I haven't done an actual Fathers Day post and it appears I'm not breaking the string.

anybody want a Danish
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That's a little better

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While I didn't necessarily sleep all the way through the night, I was at least able to fall back to sleep with no difficulty. In fact I managed to fall back enough that I didn't get up until well after 7:00am.

it means before 7:30
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Yes!

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That's the answer to the question. "Aren't you up early?"
It seems the change of season has caused a reaction this year. I can't seem to remain horizontal longer than about four hours before I start sniffling and coughing.
I'm only guessing that it is a reaction to the tree pollen.

goes away when
I'm up and moving
.

moving Things right along

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Somehow from the topic of moving, were decided it was more about relocating. If you're new here, you may want to go back and read from the start about what it is we're doing. It began here,
continued here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
and
here.

68 – The longest airplane ride was a MATS (Military Air Transport Service) flight from Travis AFB to Hickam AFB. I've flown longer distances, but this flight was in a C-121 with seven across seating and all of the seats facing backward. But it sure is a pretty plane.

The flight was something like 11 hours with an inflight meal, a bag lunch. The real shock was stepping from the plane at Honolulu. It was like stepping into a sauna.
The plane arrived so late that there was no transport to the ship over at Pearl Harbor, so I was put up in a transit barracks. The next morning I received another small shock. Sometime during the night some Marines arrived in transit to SE Asia. I was in a bottom bunk. The Marine in the top bunk has place his rifle under his mattress and it was staring me in the face. I believe that is when I first became aware of a place called South Viet Nam. Before that I'd heard of it referred to as Indochina. The Marines were on their was as “Military Advisors.”

69 – I received one more minor shock that morning. The ship wasn't at the Naval Station. It was at the Shipyard undergoing a major overhaul. I mean they were basically rebuilding it from the main deck up. It turned out that the crew was living in barracks, eating at the Naval Station Mess Hall and working out of warehouse spaces. My department, operations, had an office on the second floor in just one of the warehouses stuff was being stored. The upside of this was a number of us were sent for further training at the Fleet Training Group. I learned how to fix and operate equipment I would never see again.

70 – I was sent to observe how radarmen on other ships performed their duties. Someone thought it would be a good idea to know how a fleet tug boat operates during an atmospheric test shot of an atomic weapon. Mostly the ships just putt-putted around Johnston Island until just before the rocket was launched. Then they motored away in different directions to be in place if some mishap occurred. All of the electronic gear was shut down so it would be damaged... so much for observation. Oh yeah, and we all went below decks.

71 – Despite the doubts of numerous crew members the ship's overhaul was completed... or at least finished. Some expenses were saved by leaving the crew spaces without air conditioning and retaining the original equipment in the ship's galley and some other spaces. The first cruise the ship made, other than for shakedown and training was to Hilo for the county fair. Hilo was still recovering from a tsunami created by an earthquake in Chile. There was an open house for the public on the ship.



72 – Next port of call was Seattle. It is always fun to steam in a destroyer across the North Pacific in February. We were there to calibrate sonar and do some noise testing. We actually spent very little time in Seattle, but saw lots of the Puget Sound. Part of the time it was even clear enough to see Mt Rainier and the Olympic Range. After about two weeks we steamed south to the home port, San Diego, and a serious training regimen. We were preparing for deployment to WestPac (the Western Pacific). This was proving to be quite interesting. Until we returned to San Diego most of us had never operated in partnership with any other ships. Heck most of us had only worked together for a few months and were still in the familiarization stage. In fact we were still adding new personnel and having to bring them up to speed. In some instances it was like the blind leading the blind. We were strong on theory, light on practice.

yes, that's the ship
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Odds and ends

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I'm only a little bit sorry for posting those weather bits yesterday. They were really my way of announcing, that weatherwise, we are back to normal the usual...


...and just in time, too. The Shasta District Fair starts today. It's pretty much a given that whatever weather we have been experiencing, in this case relatively mild, it will change for the week of the fair. Some years it rains, others, like this year, it warms up... a lot.


Somebody talked me into reading Atlas Shrugged. It may take awhile for me to get through it. So far I haven't found any sympathetic characters. Then again, they're still just developing.


A glance at the NWS site shows a light breeze out of the north ...with a gust of 63MPH at 1:35 this morning ...uh huh, and hence the name for this blog.


Speaking of wind, I see where the first presidential debate was held somewhere in the north. I only mention this because it actually has increased in the last hour since I started this post.


We're still dealing with some issues regarding the roof leaks and related damage. Everything was fixed. But now there's a question from the insurance company about the integrity of the roof they arranged to have repaired.


The previous item could easily fall under the category of WTF Wednesday, a regular item found over at #1 Nana's place.


My avatar is among the missing on a whole bunch of blogs out there. I'm listed as a follower, but there's just one of those generic tiny heads. I wonder what Blooger[1] is up to now?


In case you're curious about why I crossed out normal, it's because I found out normal is only a setting on the dryer.

...and that explains a lot

It only took an hour to write that drivel
[1]an intentional typo used to describe glitches on Blogger

Okay... now

Offically warm

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'nuff said
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Once more to those things

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It started here, continued
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
and here. I managed over a period of time to actually come up with enough things to actually say it's 100 Things About Me. When I first posted there were 30.

Let's see we were mentioning Moving...

61 – I really dislike moving. It's about all that packing and unpacking with the loading and unloading of belongings in between. Staying in the same place while remodeling isn't any better.

62 – Moving when I was a kid was kind of fun. Somebody else did all of the work while I spent a week at grandparents.

63 – The first vacation all of us ever took together was just before my mom and stepdad were married. We went to Carmel (full name Carmel-by-the-Sea) for a week. That's where I was introduced to visiting squirrels. Every day a squirrel somebody had named Toby would run along the telephone lines... so he would get run over in the street, I guess... then climb halfway down the power pole, jump on the fence, and come to beg food.

64 – I just tried to spell 100 as won hundred. Go figure.

65 – The first place the Navy sent me was San Diego for Basic Training. Fourteen of us were actually sworn in at San Francisco on a Friday morning; allowed to roam the city for most of the day; then put on an overnight train to L.A., where we caught another train to San Diego. That's almost a story all by itself.

66 – After Basic Training I was sent back to San Francisco for Radar School. There were, perhaps, a few distractions while I was there. Though, one of the benefits was I didn't have to take leave to go home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. The downside was that those who didn't take leave had to paint the inside of the barracks.

67 – I don't mind painting so much. It's the prep work and cleanup I dislike.

more of this soon
...maybe!
.

it's on Monday this month

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right on schedule
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Fun stuff

.So I noticed a dramatic increase in the number of page views... like double... each day. Then I realized why. Bill Yates, of Growing Up In Waldron has added WHTPFIHC to his blog list. Thank you Bill.


A yes to Matt Conlon. That post is a Goodwin. I was amused... probably because I intentionally try to mis-hear words. Television and radio announcers make it fairly easy by talking much too fast... and then there are the folks at drive-up windows who sound like they have a sock in their mouth, or retail businesses who fail to train their employees in the proper manner to answer a telephone.

One of the local radio outlets was promoting an alternative music show that was just beginning to air. The announcer mentioned John Ribbending. I looked for some background. So It turns out I was just a little off base. It's genre bending. Had I been paying close attention to begin with, It wouldn't have nearly been as much fun.
Some others:
barbecued pork lips
reptile dysfunction
woolex sports

[ribs]
[you figure that one]
[wool exports]
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Favorite

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Well, one of my favorites, as a kid, was John Henry Johnson. I remember him most as a member of the Million Dollar Backfield. He came along to the 49ers just about the time I gained an interest in individual players and we got our first TV. John Henry Johnson's best years as a running back weren't with the Niners, though. It was after he'd been traded to the Detroit Lions and then the Pittsburgh Steelers that he had his best statistical years.

Rest in peace.

John Henry Johnson (1929 - 2011)
NFL Hall of Fame

It's called sandbagging

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That's when you hold something back, usually so you can bag a bigger pot. Only in this case it's because it still needs editing. It will probably still need editing when I post it... er, the rest of it. Half of the 100 things (or more) has already been posted. I'll get around to the rest soon enough.

don't hold your breath

It took me awhile, but I figured out that you can actually use the keyboard to play the Les Paul Googledythingy... and you only need the ten keys in the home row.

now if I only could actually play music
.

Did you see this one?

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APOD

Yes, I rotated it... but that's all. It's not too often someone can take a picture of one of the shuttles moored to the International Space Station.

not astronauts were
harmed during the
production of this post
.

Yes, folks at 4:00 PM yesterday the official temperature as measured at the NWS facility was a full 21 degrees above Monday's reading. The photo underneath implies clear skies at that moment, as well.
[if those images aren't large enough, just click on them]

That means it's time to barbecue.



Do not be fooled by the photographs.



This rack was only just uncovered after slow cooking for a couple of hours



Then we sat down and feasted on the first barbecue of the season




Followed by a sunset

...and it's about time
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Not quite a shaggy dog story

.

I was reminded when reading another blog of an occasion when it was necessary to give the dog... her name was Daphne and she was a sheltie... an antibiotic tablet. She had received some sort of wound and the medicine to prevent infection. There was some sort of topical ointment, as well. Daphne was a very patient, well behaved dog, only coming into the house when specifically invited. I even believe she may have been permanently constipated because I never found evidence to prove otherwise. She was a neat dog, friendly to everyone, except people in uniform like the postman, UPS driver, meter reader, etc... you know, the ones with legitimate business.
Anyhow, the vet says, "You may have some difficulty getting her to swallow the pill." then he suggested a number of ways to facilitate it, including "Put it in her mouth and hold it shut until she swallows it" as a last resort. So we tried putting in with her dog food when she ate. Everything was gone from the food dish except the pill. We tried wrapping some ground meat around it. She ate the ground meat and spit out the pill. It seems like everything tried was futile. But on the plus side it was obvious she still trusted us because she didn't try to hide. In fact she hung around almost like what are they gonna try next?
Oh, yeah, even sticking it down her throat and holding her mouth shut didn't work. Who knew a dog can keep a pill in their mouth for five minutes?
I knew there had to be a way to get her to swallow it because she trusted me. The wound itself needed to be treated twice a day and she would sit patiently and allow me to poke around it with hydrogen peroxide, which bubbled like gangbusters, and the ointment. She hardly flinched even though it had to hurt.
Then I came up with something I'd done a number of times before with dog treats. I put the pill in the palm of my hand and held my hand out. Daphne scarfed it up... never had a problem giving her oral medicine again.

if she was still
with us, she'd be
273 in dog years
.

That was quick

.

A few days away... well, all of Saturday and parts of Friday and Sunday... [the three dots represent sitting in the car for several hours] to see friends we haven't laughed with in awhile makes a huge difference. There was no effect on the weather.


The last I heard we are finally going to get a break tomorrow. I'm not going to hold my breath.


The Giants managed to get back into first place. I heard most of the game on the car radio yesterday. The promotional ads for the games have got it about right. They're calling them, "The Torcher."
Maybe I should be happy the local stations don't carry the games and they're only on TV about once every two weeks?


This is kind of what the scenery looked like on the way home yesterday afternoon.


I had thought I was prepared on Saturday. I remembered to take an umbrella. I told Grandma Skip to wait while I went for the car so we didn't have to try to share the umbrella. It kept reasonably dry even though there was a heavy shower. I kept it open as I got into the car. Then I closed it and managed to get splashed by half the water on the outside of the umbrella.

some plan that was

More of those Things

.

It started here, continued here, here, here, here, here and here, where we left off sometime more than a week ago before I determined to bore everyone with weather reports. Now, all I can report is Grandma Skip and I are running off for a few days. That means there may or may not be some further posts, depending upon wi-fi.
Oh yeah we now have 100 things plus.

51 – I've been married twice and there were three children from the first marriage, a boy and two girls. My son and oldest daughter are adults now. The youngest died when she was eleven years old.

52 – If I ever ask for help, the situation has already reached the critical stage.

53 – I never really retired. After leaving my last job I just never actively sought employment. I told my immediate boss I was quitting. Somehow it was translated to “retiring' when he told his bosses. They even got me a watch.

54 – It's been so long since I wore a watch I can't remember the last time I used one.

55 – Telephones annoy me. I spent so long in middle management that I still cringe when the phone rings. For a long time I really hated telephones.

56 – I'm not sure anyone calls me Uncle Skip, except on the Internet.

57 – I have some really good friends I wouldn't have met if it hadn't been for a combination of Lions Clubs and the World Wide Web.

58 – Somebody asked me once why I hadn't stayed in the Navy. It was mostly because we were understaffed. When the rest of the ship was standing three section watches, we were on two sections. Yet when it came to the upper levels in my rate, there was virtually no room for advancement. Then there was that thing about no shore duty billets except for instructors. I didn't see much of a future.

59 – I'm fascinated by woodpeckers, too, particularly the one who hangs around our oak tree.



60 – Unlike Rodney Dangerfield, when I was a kid we only moved twice. The first time from an apartment near Golden Gate Park to the house behind the fire department in a neighborhood that would best be described as between neighborhoods. We weren't in St Francis Woods. We weren't in West Portal. We weren't in Twin Peaks. We were right next to all of them. We lived there for about a year. In that year my mom met my stepdad, was courted, and they were married. We then moved 30 miles south on the Peninsula to Menlo Park... well actually Menlo Park was a block away. We were in an unincorporated area of San Mateo County. It was right across the street from the town of Atherton. So we were only near someplace else, again. I lived there until I finished graduated from high school [I think the distinction may be important]. Then I didn't really move. It was more like relocation because of military service.

.

Who says we've nothing to post?

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First - Why has it taken so long to find this out? I hope it's not too late


Today is National Bubba Day


Blogger is still having issues... they're just not talking about them


I wonder if Oscar Mayer might rethink some of their marketing scheme?

nah... too late
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