This is about as much as you'll get from me today.
Happy Halloween.
give 'em candy and send 'em home to their parents
Thursday, October 31, 2019
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Maybe you've heard
The wind's blowing here in California.
The major electric utility for most of the north part of the state turns off power when the wind blows so the power lines won't arc and spark, thus preventing wildfire starts.
It's inconvenient for a lot of folks.
When the wind stops blowing it takes awhile to turn the power back on because the power lines have to be inspected beforehand.
The most recent shutdown began Tuesday morning.
Some folks hadn't yet had their power back on from the last time.
All kinds of folks are pointing all kinds of fingers at each other and making accusations.
I wonder if any of them has made an effort to look at the hand on which the pointed finger resides long enough to realize there are three other fingers pointing back at them?
The major electric utility for most of the north part of the state turns off power when the wind blows so the power lines won't arc and spark, thus preventing wildfire starts.
It's inconvenient for a lot of folks.
When the wind stops blowing it takes awhile to turn the power back on because the power lines have to be inspected beforehand.
The most recent shutdown began Tuesday morning.
Some folks hadn't yet had their power back on from the last time.
All kinds of folks are pointing all kinds of fingers at each other and making accusations.
I wonder if any of them has made an effort to look at the hand on which the pointed finger resides long enough to realize there are three other fingers pointing back at them?
. . . and there are fires, too
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Confusion reigns . . . sometimes
. . . and now it's Tuesday.
It took some adjustment, last week, to remember that Wednesday was not Monday.
I should explain, huh?
MB and I flew back to the Midwest the previous week so we could attend the last Grandparents Day for the youngest grandchild back there.
Whilst we were there we also attended a number of other events, including volleyball and soccer games.
We also saw the weather change dramatically for the second year in a row.
I won't go negative here and complain about the issues we had with rental vehicles because it was about the vehicles and not the company that rented the vehicle to us.
Anyway, somehow my mind, after spending most of the day Tuesday flying some 3100 miles to get home.
Yeah, Wednesday felt like a Monday.
It took some adjustment, last week, to remember that Wednesday was not Monday.
I should explain, huh?
MB and I flew back to the Midwest the previous week so we could attend the last Grandparents Day for the youngest grandchild back there.
Whilst we were there we also attended a number of other events, including volleyball and soccer games.
We also saw the weather change dramatically for the second year in a row.
I won't go negative here and complain about the issues we had with rental vehicles because it was about the vehicles and not the company that rented the vehicle to us.
Anyway, somehow my mind, after spending most of the day Tuesday flying some 3100 miles to get home.
Yeah, Wednesday felt like a Monday.
pretty sure today's Tuesday
Monday, October 28, 2019
Monday update
It has been some time since there was a "real" post here.
The Muse has had little to do with that.
Portability is the culprit.
Living is portable blogging only works really well on a computer.
Even commenting is a challenge with a phone or tablet.
But I'm pretty sure that's all been mentioned before.
It's really all about change.
You can resist, but it really is futile.
It happens anyway.
Don't believe me?
Go back to where you lived 40 or more years ago.
Odds are that all but the permanent landmarks look different, if they even are still there.
For example:
I was born in San Francisco and can tick off more changes than you can shake a stick at*.
But I will use another example: When I was eight years old my widowed mother remarried and we moved our new family to Menlo Park, on the San Francisco Peninsula.
Just across the county line to the south is Palo Alto, which gets its name from a redwood tree near the railroad bridge that crosses San Francisquito Creek, the county line.
The tree was probably named by Gaspar de Portola way back in 1769
It was a really old tree and very tall.
The tree was visible from some distance along the El Camino Real (shortened to ECR by those who cruised it regularly).
Today you can't see that tree.
It'sgone about 50 feet shorter than it once was.
It seems like all of the other landmarks from my ol' stompin' grounds are missing, or have undergone major transformations, as well.
Classmates lament that everywhere we hung out, all through our school years, are gone [is gone?].
It's kinda fun to remind them that they're not there any longer, either, and they don't look the same.
I'm not really sure what has inspired this post, or even if it's inspiration.
I was just thinking about how we are more accepting, if that's the correct word, of instant change than we are of those that occur subtlety over time.
I'm pretty sure that the one change that irritates my classmates the most that many of them cannot afford to buy the house they were raised in* (if it is even still there).
The Muse has had little to do with that.
Portability is the culprit.
Living is portable blogging only works really well on a computer.
Even commenting is a challenge with a phone or tablet.
But I'm pretty sure that's all been mentioned before.
It's really all about change.
You can resist, but it really is futile.
It happens anyway.
Don't believe me?
Go back to where you lived 40 or more years ago.
Odds are that all but the permanent landmarks look different, if they even are still there.
For example:
I was born in San Francisco and can tick off more changes than you can shake a stick at*.
But I will use another example: When I was eight years old my widowed mother remarried and we moved our new family to Menlo Park, on the San Francisco Peninsula.
Just across the county line to the south is Palo Alto, which gets its name from a redwood tree near the railroad bridge that crosses San Francisquito Creek, the county line.
The tree was probably named by Gaspar de Portola way back in 1769
It was a really old tree and very tall.
The tree was visible from some distance along the El Camino Real (shortened to ECR by those who cruised it regularly).
Today you can't see that tree.
It's
It seems like all of the other landmarks from my ol' stompin' grounds are missing, or have undergone major transformations, as well.
Classmates lament that everywhere we hung out, all through our school years, are gone [is gone?].
It's kinda fun to remind them that they're not there any longer, either, and they don't look the same.
I'm not really sure what has inspired this post, or even if it's inspiration.
I was just thinking about how we are more accepting, if that's the correct word, of instant change than we are of those that occur subtlety over time.
I'm pretty sure that the one change that irritates my classmates the most that many of them cannot afford to buy the house they were raised in* (if it is even still there).
that's life
*Buck's not around any more but he'd let me know about where I left that preposition.
Friday, October 25, 2019
Friday, October 18, 2019
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Just somethin'
It came to my attention and I mentioned to MB on Sunday evening the combined mileage of our vehicles is more than the distance to the Moon.
It came about because we were admiring the full moon.
Speaking of travel, tomorrow we leave for Milwaukee and our last opportunity to participate in Grandparents Day back there.
I almost called yesterday's post "Monday update."
But it wasn't.
So I didn't.
It came about because we were admiring the full moon.
Speaking of travel, tomorrow we leave for Milwaukee and our last opportunity to participate in Grandparents Day back there.
I almost called yesterday's post "Monday update."
But it wasn't.
So I didn't.
the muse is stirring
Monday, October 14, 2019
Friday, October 11, 2019
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