Monday update

It’s just plain hot here. 

The a/c went out yesterday 

So . . .

This just in:
 from over here
11:03am

It is with great amazement that I find a post from five years ago being viewed several times today.
I won't bore you with the details.
What's even more amazing is the site referring the most Pageviews is Cranky's [the UK version, not the US version . . .   wtf?].
I had to check it out.
Now I know there was a wedding in England.

what we learn from the interwebs, eh?

Yeah, why?

Apologies for not finding this sooner.
Glad I found it at all.

let's fix this

Things I like about America VII

Everything below this paragraph is from a previous post.
I can't remember which July I wrote the original at the end of, though if I looked at the links it might help.
I do this because fireworks are illegal here . . .    yes, all fireworks.

I originally wrote this post at the end of July. I had no idea then it would become an Independence Day tradition. Little has change since the original post. Even the last item holds true, though there will be no further comments.
The other posts are here, here, here, and here.

The lead in to each post is a little different and, of course, the comments change each year.
I have been reminded that Sully's only three hours ahead.
There may be a few other minor alterations, but I really don't expect anyone to look for them.

.

First, let me thank Jim "Suldog" Sullivan for planting this in my head. I'd put a link to his blog here, but there's one on the sidebar to the left and I've already promoted his blog this week anyway, along with that of the Brighton Pensioner, also on the sidebar as Pebbles, who beat this post with his own by a good 24 hours. That may be because he is already eight hours ahead. Gee, now that I think about it, Sully's four hours ahead. So if this was a race I'd be behind from the start.

Enough foolishness [sic]. Let's get underway.


I thought about this for a long time. Then I decided not to number them because some of you might think it was a ranking. Oh, and there are some places where I've listed more than one. Those are bonuses.
Then I thought further and decided I am not required to list them all at one time. I can milk this for a bunch of blog posts... a whole bunch. In fact, if push comes to shove, I can do a series of lists and make this last until next year.

That said, I begin the list in no particular order:

I can do any darn thing I want as long as it doesn't infringe on the rights of others... and I don't get caught

It is next to Canada, where they turn everything they say into a question by saying, "Eh?" at the end. They also only do a fair job of keeping Winter where it belongs.

There are two oceans... big ones.

Aircraft carriers... they're so freakin' awesome

Cigars

Photoshop!

ESPN

The Food Network

Copy and Paste

Snopes

Bacon... no, not Kevin.

Political Correctness... it gives us something to bitch about

Places we can laugh at when we hear the name... like Cucamonga.

Alviso... see the previous line.

Pulled pork

That the history is only about 500 years, so there aren't so many dates to remember.

Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, Andrew Carnegie, John D Rockefeller, John Jacob Astor, Alexander Graham Bell, et al.

Immigration, emigration and migration, or we'd all still be on the East Coast.

Homonyms.

The Grand Canyon.

Hot dogs.

Peach pie.

So many zoos and wild animal parks.

That the buffalo isn't extinct.

Baseball

Creme brulee

Osso bucco

Memphis dry rub

Bluegrass

Jazz

Kazoos

Soft rainfall

San Francisco... warts and all

The Declaration of Independence

Bloggers... well, most of them anyway.

Delicatessens

Basque restaurants

Harry S. Truman

Costco

Libraries

Chinese food

Satire

Mountains

Ol' Glory

Diversity

Rednecks... no, I mean the real rednecks

Choice

Grape, pomegranate and jalapeno jelly

Oreos

Rubber Ducks

Convertibles

Wikipedia, Google and Bing

Open Office... 'cause it's free

Gimp... 'cause it's free

Free stuff

Chocolate

Hartford, Connecticut

Springfield, Massachusetts

Madison, NC

Lists

The Three Stooges... all six

Who's on First

The NFL

Home
600 count cotton sheets

Mexico's cultural influence... and the food!
James Fenimore Cooper, Kenneth Roberts, Richard Haliburton, Shel Silverstein and John Grisham... bet you don't see them lumped together very often

July 4th... just a wee bit more than most other days

Cheddar cheese... yeah I know it's not really from Cheddar

The Rockie Mountains

Mount Shasta... both the mountain and the town

That there are so many things I can't finish this list because I keep Googling them

Harleys

Texas isn't anywhere near California and L.A. is almost in a corner by itself

It is big... but not too big

Chocolate Ice cream

Adirondack chairs

The Coast Daylight

Trains

Golden Gate Park

Bacon! [Yeah, twice]

Zoos... rank right up there with bacon and are even more fun

Iced tea

The National Parks... I can't just pick one

Custer's Last Stand... the indians won that one

Hamburgers

Cheeseburgers

Double cheeseburgers

In-n-Out

French fries... no ketchup [or catsup], thank you

Cioppino

- U.S. Highway 50 (aka The Loneliest Road in America)

Interstate 80... so we don't have to take Highway 50

Jack Benny

Lake perch

Fish and chips (see previous entry)

Real chili [has no beans]

White corn, roasted in the husk

Escargot

The Blue Angels

Calamari

The tiny heads on my sidebar

- and the lovely lady who occasionally comments (aka Grandma Skip)


That's gotta be at least a hundred. Now if I were nefarious, I would post these one at a time. That would carry carry me through to the end of the year because I would have to interject other posts occasionally.

Unnumbered for
the benefit of those
who want to see if
I may have cheated

Slow start

I woke up too early.
So I laid in the bed and actually fell back to sleep.
Some time between 6:30 and 6:45 I woke again and kicked off the cover.
(I always [almost] kick off the cover to the foot of the bed. It it easier than getting out of bed and carefully turning down the cover.)
Then I went to see if Sebastian was prepared to come in.
Some mornings he is waiting for me by the front door.
Other mornings he waits by the French door to the patio.
This morning he was at neither.
I opened the French door so air could circulate through the screen.
Within about 30 he was whining asking to be let in.
(It's hard to determine which of us is more the creature of habit)

I checked my cell phone for messages.
I appeared I would be the first with the "Good morning" to all of my fans I greet each day.
The entire time Sebastian is head bumping my phone because he wants my full attention.
It's a little game we play each morning.

I put the coffee pot on.
(it would be simpler if I did it before the cat comes in, but I like tripping over him as I try to maneuver around the kitchen.)
Then, invariably, I have to shoo him off the counter with the threat of a squirt from the spray bottle.
In the entire time the spray bottle has been around he has yet to actually have been sprayed.
Somehow, he knows exactly what it means.

While the coffee brews, his food dish is filled and put in the usual place.
Then he decides whether or not he's hungry.

That's when things slowed down.
I picked up the tablet, turned it on, and scanned f/b the usual apps.
Most mornings I read the Espresso from the Economist to find out what's going on in Burundi the World.

Sometimes I will even sit and read other blogs before heading for the den to check my overnight email and start my blog post.
That's kinda what happened today.

I'm in no rush.
I had planned to go into Redding today to run some errands.
Unfortunately, when I made those plans, I had almost totally forgotten that this week is Kool April Nites in the metropolis to the north.
That means that the traffic on the streets will be far from what is usual.
Anyone familiar with Redding know the difficulties of getting from one part of town to another  . . .or even how hard it is to find a freeway onramp after getting off the freeway.
Add in hundreds of other drivers unfamiliar with the traffic issues and there are grave circumstances and lots and lots of cars driving around and around, some intentionally.
It's like Friday night downtown in the '60s.

Yeah, seeing the old cars and the customized cars is cool.

Source

I guess it's nice to see they even still run.
My first car looked almost exactly like the one in the pic.
I bought it for $400 in 1964.
It is pretty good for the local economy, too.
But does it have to last for a full week?

Yeah, I will still go.
I can't put the errands off any longer  . . .and I sure don't want to do them tomorrow.

wish me luck

Monday update

Did you see that?
. . .the bit on the news where the folks had a tantrum in the movie theater because the projector broke?
Really?
We're not talking about kids here.
We're talking about so-called adults.
A whole auditorium full of adults.

Good grief!
Grow up!
There is no master plan to eff up your life.
Stuff happens, get over it. . .

. . .or go to your 'safe' place.

I might actually go see that movie.
No, I haven't seen the prequels.

. . .and now this:

cleaning out the folders

Monday morning thoughts

My swell* friend, Suldog, wrote an article for the Boston Herald.
(That's a link, or you can copy this link
http://www.bostonherald.com/opinion/op_ed/2015/11/sullivan_let_s_all_give_thanks_for_greed
into your browser)
I will wait here while you read his thoughts.

I attempted to comment at the newspaper's site.
It was uncooperative and booted me before I'd even completed typing my own thoughts, which were pretty much in concurrence with his.

Maybe they were a little more expansive.

I opined that there are some folks who just don't get what the holiday is about.
It's not just another day off.
It is a day to give thanks.
Gather with loved ones, when you can, and include those who may not have anyone.
Give thanks for, if nothing else, being able to give thanks.
Celebrate family.
If you don't have family ask yourself why.
Maybe it's because of a lack of gratitude.
There was no appreciation for what you had.

I remember a time when the day after Thanksgiving was when everyone went downtown, not to shop so much but to see the decorations the stores had created for Christmas.
That was the attraction to the merchants.
The stores did everything they could to hide their displays until after Thanksgiving so Friday was a big surprise.
Folks lined up to see the window displays.
Then they went shopping. . .
. . .and, for the most part, they were polite, too.

I know some folks who've always downplayed Thanksgiving other than to have turkey for dinner.
They just didn't see what the big deal is.
They only remember part of the Pilgrims story.
They couldn't understand that, without giving thanks, Christmas doesn't have much meaning because it becomes about taking.
Those are the folks who the retailers that are open are catering to.
Those folks are the me firsters who wait until the very last possible chance, when the road narrows from two lanes, to merge.
They're the ones who barge in front, who'll avoid creating a line at all costs so they can be in front.
They're the ones getting second helpings before some others have even been served.
They're the ones who complain that the free turkey dinner they were served by volunteers was dry and the gravy was cold.

it was free, @$$#0|e

*2. Excellent; wonderful
American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language

*18. excellent; first-class
Collins English Dictionary

*28. first-rate; fine.
Random House Kernerman Webster's College Dictionary

That's two . . .posts today

. . .or you could take it another way.

For the second time this week I have found out about a holiday too late to do anything about it.

The other?

I need a social secretary.

Oh. . .    they [the folks who create the food related holidays] need to avoid scheduling them on Thursday because that's the day for Burrito Bandito.

hate it when that happens

100 things I like about America VI

I originally wrote this post at the end of July. I had no idea then it would become an Independence Day tradition. Little has change since the original post. Even the last item holds true, though there will be no further comments.
The other posts are here, here, here, and here.

The lead in to each post is a little different and, of course, the comments change each year.
I have been reminded that Sully's only three hours ahead.
There may be a few other minor alterations, but I really don't expect anyone to look for them.

.

First, let me thank Jim "Suldog" Sullivan for planting this in my head. I'd put a link to his blog here, but there's one on the sidebar to the left and I've already promoted his blog this week anyway, along with that of the Brighton Pensioner, also on the sidebar as Pebbles, who beat this post with his own by a good 24 hours. That may be because he is already eight hours ahead. Gee, now that I think about it, Sully's four hours ahead. So if this was a race I'd be behind from the start.

Enough foolishness [sic]. Let's get underway.


I thought about this for a long time. Then I decided not to number them because some of you might think it was a ranking. Oh, and there are some places where I've listed more than one. Those are bonuses.
Then I thought further and decided I am not required to list them all at one time. I can milk this for a bunch of blog posts... a whole bunch. In fact, if push comes to shove, I can do a series of lists and make this last until next year.

That said, I begin the list in no particular order:

I can do any darn thing I want as long as it doesn't infringe on the rights of others... and I don't get caught

It is next to Canada, where they turn everything they say into a question by saying, "Eh?" at the end. They also only do a fair job of keeping Winter where it belongs.

There are two oceans... big ones.

Aircraft carriers... they're so freakin' awesome

Cigars

Photoshop!

ESPN

The Food Network

Copy and Paste

Snopes

Bacon... no, not Kevin.

Political Correctness... it gives us something to bitch about

Places we can laugh at when we hear the name... like Cucamonga.

Alviso... see the previous line.

Pulled pork

That the history is only about 500 years, so there aren't so many dates to remember.

Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, Andrew Carnegie, John D Rockefeller, John Jacob Astor, Alexander Graham Bell, et al.

Immigration, emigration and migration, or we'd all still be on the East Coast.

Homonyms.

The Grand Canyon.

Hot dogs.

Peach pie.

So many zoos and wild animal parks.

That the buffalo isn't extinct.

Baseball

Creme brulee

Osso bucco

Memphis dry rub

Bluegrass

Jazz

Kazoos

Soft rainfall

San Francisco... warts and all

The Declaration of Independence

Bloggers... well, most of them anyway.

Delicatessens

Basque restaurants

Harry S. Truman

Costco

Libraries

Chinese food

Satire

Mountains

Ol' Glory

Diversity

Rednecks... no, I mean the real rednecks

Choice

Grape, pomegranate and jalapeno jelly

Oreos

Rubber Ducks

Convertibles

Wikipedia, Google and Bing

Open Office... 'cause it's free

Gimp... 'cause it's free

Free stuff

Chocolate

Hartford, Connecticut

Springfield, Massachusetts

Madison, NC

Lists

The Three Stooges... all six

Who's on First

The NFL

Home
600 count cotton sheets

Mexico's cultural influence... and the food!
James Fenimore Cooper, Kenneth Roberts, Richard Haliburton, Shel Silverstein and John Grisham... bet you don't see them lumped together very often

July 4th... just a wee bit more than most other days

Cheddar cheese... yeah I know it's not really from Cheddar

The Rockie Mountains

Mount Shasta... both the mountain and the town

That there are so many things I can't finish this list because I keep Googling them

Harleys

Texas isn't anywhere near California and L.A. is almost in a corner by itself

It is big... but not too big

Chocolate Ice cream

Adirondack chairs

The Coast Daylight

Trains

Golden Gate Park

Bacon! [Yeah, twice]

Zoos... rank right up there with bacon and are even more fun

Iced tea

The National Parks... I can't just pick one

Custer's Last Stand... the indians won that one

Hamburgers

Cheeseburgers

Double cheeseburgers

In-n-Out

French fries... no ketchup [or catsup], thank you

Cioppino

- U.S. Highway 50 (aka The Loneliest Road in America)

Interstate 80... so we don't have to take Highway 50

Jack Benny

Lake perch

Fish and chips (see previous entry)

Real chili [has no beans]

White corn, roasted in the husk

Escargot

The Blue Angels

Calamari

The tiny heads on my sidebar

- and the lovely lady who occasionally comments (aka Grandma Skip)


That's gotta be at least a hundred. Now if I were nefarious, I would post these one at a time. That would carry carry me through to the end of the year because I would have to interject other posts occasionally.

Unnumbered for
the benefit of those
who want to see if
I may have cheated

100 Things I Like about America V

 Yep, once more I'm rolling out this same ol' post for the 4th of July... so we won't be calling this Normal Friday.
As before there have been some minor adjustments.
Without further ado:

First, let me thank Jim "Suldog" Sullivan for planting this in my head. I'd put a link to his blog here, but there's one on the sidebar to the left and I've already promoted his blog this week anyway, along with that of the Brighton Pensioner, also on the sidebar as Pebbles, who beat this post with his own by a good 24 hours. That may be because he is already eight hours ahead. Gee, now that I think about it, Sully's four hours ahead. So if this was a race I'd be behind from the start.

Enough foolishness [sic]. Let's get underway.


I thought about this for a long time. Then I decided not to number them because some of you might think it was a ranking. Oh, and there are some places where I've listed more than one. Those are bonuses.
Then I thought further and decided I am not required to list them all at one time. I can milk this for a bunch of blog posts... a whole bunch. In fact, if push comes to shove, I can do a series of lists and make this last until next year.

That said, I begin the list in no particular order:

I can do any darn thing I want as long as it doesn't infringe on the rights of others... and I don't get caught

It is next to Canada, where they turn everything they say into a question by saying, "Eh?" at the end. They also only do a fair job of keeping Winter where it belongs.

There are two oceans... big ones.

Aircraft carriers... they're so freakin' awesome

Cigars

Photoshop!

ESPN

The Food Network

Copy and Paste

Snopes

Bacon... no, not Kevin.

Political Correctness... it gives us something to bitch about

Places we can laugh at when we hear the name... like Cucamonga.

Alviso... see the previous line.

Pulled pork

That the history is only about 500 years, so there aren't so many dates to remember.

Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, Andrew Carnegie, John D Rockefeller, John Jacob Astor, Alexander Graham Bell, et al.

Immigration, emigration and migration, or we'd all still be on the East Coast.

Homonyms.

The Grand Canyon.

Hot dogs.

Peach pie.

So many zoos and wild animal parks.

That the buffalo isn't extinct.

Baseball

Creme brulee

Osso bucco

Memphis dry rub

Bluegrass

Jazz

Kazoos

Soft rainfall

San Francisco... warts and all

The Declaration of Independence

Bloggers... well, most of them anyway.

Delicatessens

Basque restaurants

Harry S. Truman

Costco

Libraries

Chinese food

Satire

Mountains

Ol' Glory

Diversity

Rednecks... no, I mean the real rednecks

Choice

Grape, pomegranate and jalapeno jelly

Oreos

Rubber Ducks

Convertibles

Wikipedia, Google and Bing

Open Office... 'cause it's free

Gimp... 'cause it's free (make that Gimp 2.0)

Free stuff

Chocolate

Hartford, Connecticut

Springfield, Massachusetts

Madison, NC

Lists

The Three Stooges... all six

Who's on First

The NFL

Home

600 count cotton sheets

Mexico's cultural influence... and the food!

James Fenimore Cooper, Kenneth Roberts, Richard Haliburton, Shel Silverstein and John Grisham... bet you don't see them lumped together very often

July 4th... just a wee bit more than most other days

Cheddar cheese... yeah I know it's not really from Cheddar

The Rockie Mountains

Mount Shasta... both the mountain and the town

That there are so many things I can't finish this list because I keep Googling them

Harleys

Texas isn't anywhere near California and L.A. is almost in a corner by itself

It is big... but not too big

Chocolate Ice cream

Adirondack chairs

The Coast Daylight

Trains

Golden Gate Park

Bacon! [Yeah, twice]

Zoos... rank right up there with bacon and are even more fun

Iced tea

The National Parks... I can't just pick one

Custer's Last Stand... the indians won that one

Hamburgers

Cheeseburgers

Double cheeseburgers

In-n-Out

French fries... no ketchup [or catsup], thank you

Cioppino

- U.S. Highway 50 (aka The Loneliest Road in America)

Interstate 80... so we don't have to take Highway 50

Jack Benny

Lake perch

Fish and chips (see previous entry)

Real chili [has no beans]

Have I mentioned New Orleans?

White corn, roasted in the husk

Escargot

The Blue Angels

Calamari

The tiny heads on my sidebar

- and the lovely lady who occasionally comments (aka Grandma Skip)


That's gotta be at least a hundred. Now if I were nefarious, I would post these one at a time. That would carry carry me through to the end of the year because I would have to interject other posts occasionally.

Unnumbered for
the benefit of those
who want to see if
I may have cheated

Here we are back in the present.
That's today, a gift, that's why it's called the present.

Just a picture today

It's from early Wednesday morning, after the old buzzard made his drop off and before any were distributed.

It's what happens when there are 11 people in the house with upwards of seven more expected during the holidays.

looks like a bivouac at night

Untitled

It was almost spooky enough.
The first trick or treat was family.

NT and TWS* came by with LGS**

Then it started to get dark...
...almost too dark to see the spider.

Do you know how difficult it is to shoot night pictures?
Oh, sure... I could use the flash, but it's not the same.

what folks saw from the street

Then there were the creepy eyes staring as visitors approached.

They're everywhere

Then, Mrs. Bates greets the visitor at the front door...

The only thing missing here is the haunting music.
We had that courtesy of a bluetooth speaker and this album.

There were about 100 visitors between 6pm and 8pm, then it died...

...until after all of the lights were out.
At 9:30 there was a knock on the door [no doorbell ...remember?] and the last three holdouts appeared.
The three 12 year old girls were the only ones unsupervised by parents.
I'm still scratching my head.

...and now you know

 another reason why the

 doorbell hadn't been fixed

*The White Shadow
**Local Grandson

I didn't know that

Yep, I was wondering what to post ...again.
Then, while scanning the blogs, I found a question.

Why was there a hole in the old farmers almanac?

The first answer I found would normally (there's that word again) have been sufficient.
But I had to dig deeper.
This video is the result.

The almanac folks are making an assumption that other folks hang it in the outhouse for reading.
We know that's only the case if there's no Sears catalog available.

sure

happy 

it's 

Thursday

Something else

Yesterday was wheelie bin day.
For those of you who are not familiar with wheelie bins, they are those big wheeled garbage can made from plastic with a huge hinged lid that really smarts when it smacks you.
The trash pickup firms provide them for their customers whether they want them or not.
The only catch is there is no place to keep these monstrosities (yeah plural... there are three - one for trash, one for yard waste, and one for recyclables) when they are not at the curb for pickup, which is most of the time. The garbage truck (yeah, yeah, I know that's not what they're called any more, but that is exactly what they are) comes through the neighborhood about 7:00am on Friday mornings (except for holiday weeks, then it's a day later) so everyone usually puts the bin at the curb on Thursday night.
Some of you are aware we've had major weather systems blowing through here for the past three days.
I mean literally blowing like 40mph with gusts to over 50mph.
The wind does not respect those wheelie bins with the big hurtie lids.
So yesterday morning there was trash mixed in with the leaves the city forgot go get before the storm.
Now the leaves can't even be put into the yard waste bin unless someone sorts it all out.
They won't be doing it this weekend because the storms aren't supposed to finish up until Sunday night ...if we're lucky.

makes sense to me

This is called something

I'm not sure what. I was at the supermarket yesterday and watched the lady person driving this truck casually pull in and take parts of four parking places.
I thought of all kinds of things to say.
I didn't say a one of them.
As some of my friends would say, "That's progress."

Reminder

Speaking of reminders...
I forgot:

1. that Friday the 13th was on Thursday this month
2. to follow that up with a Sure Happy It's Thursday

Now, before I forget...
September 19th is talk like a pirate day.

Wait... I mean it's Talk Like A Pirate Day.



It's as good a time as any to remind everyone about this [yeah, I know he started on October 19 last year]



Then there's this

yeah, he said bacon

Where were we?

In Santa Clara... but that's not what I meant. It's an entirely different story that may or may not be told when... and if... the trip to Boston ever finishes. I can tell you that it was a surprise 65th Birthday party for Cuz's middle brother, Cuz2, and that Cuz's youngest brother, Cuz3 was there with his wife and my sisters were there and it was like a family reunion only there were about 200 other there, too. Next year we're going to a baseball game with just family... and we're not going to wait for somebody to have a birthday.


I've mentioned the tour trolleys. Below is one on which we are actually riding. We drove past the John Hancock building, holding our breath for fear the windows might start falling out again, and saw our reflection.
I took advantage.
I'm guessing the folks standing on the sidewalk never heard the window story.

Then we made a left turn and some of us thought we were on the wrong trolley.
But we were only headed west on Huntington Avenue. It was time to visit the Museum of Fine Art (aka MFA).
There was only one catch. We would either have to walk from Mary Baker Eddy's place*, catch the T, catch a bus, or walk.
We opted to walk. On the way we passed an art supply shop, where Mrs. Cuz browsed for some water colors. I took advantage by stopping to take some pictures (about seven) of the landscaping and flowers.



Finally, we escaped and continued to the MFA.

*that, Saturday's and yesterday's were stealth posts because it was written long before we ever left home
the untitled posts were add-ins

love acronyms

This is a stealth post

GS and I are hitting the road this morning. I can't tell you why until later because it's a secret family thing we only get to do once and I'm not going to be the one to blow it.
It's going to be fun, too because it's a secret family thing.
I can't even tell you where we're going because it's a secret family thing.

Maybe this picture of the First Church of Christ, Scientist and the big church behind it, too... and the Mary Baker Eddy Library & Museum
...and there's a humongous reflecting pool I didn't get a picture of.

oh, well

Thunder Moon

Well, that's what the Farmers' Almanac is calling it. Actually it was full a few hours earlier, but for some fairly apparent reasons not visible here in the Far West.
Of course, the only reason there is even a picture here is because I was experimenting again.





Click on the image to the right to get the full effect

only took six attempts

It was Somebody's birthday

So last Saturday afternoon we ...there were three of us, GS, my other stepdaughter, Dawn, and me ...piled in the car, along with some goodies to eat, drink and sit on. Then we drove out Hwy 299 to Oak Bottom at Whiskeytown Lake [come back and read this link later] and met about a jillion eight other folks, with occasional drop-ins from other peripherally associated family.

Our ride appeared as if by magic, driven by the Somebody's* husband.


He sped us over to one of the islands in the lake



Pay close attention to some of the dialog in the video. There may be a test.

*Somebody is (Michelle, Shelley, Shellwood ...depending upon who is speaking) the youngest stepdaughter

notice the camera operator
has completely avoided the lens