Blabbing and . . .

 Over at Sarge’s place they have music.

Here all you get is words today.

That’s because I totally forgot to take pictures of the Split Pea Soup I concocted yesterday.

I also forgot to make the cornbread.

C’est la vie.

Eleven years ago . . .

I posted about having a couple of milestones (as in two) coming up.
I was wrong.
It's a few milestones . . .   and here they come again.
Tomorrow is the first.
So come back and read about it.
I promise not to take up too much of your time.

The other two are later this month.
I will try to remember to post about them, too.
It may slip my mind, though.
MB and I are making a jailbreak, flying to Wisconsin.
The youngest granddaughter there is being confirmed on Sunday.
This trip may prove to be our only vacation getaway this year.
Five other trips of varying length have been canceled.

Heh!

source: xkcd.com

I could be resentful

There's another's blog post whose title was just a little irritating.
That is until I read it.
I considered the source, too.

I was perturbed because:

1. Some consider me old
2. I wear glasses
3. The post assumes there is something wrong with asses

Then I found the author was writing about occasional wearers of glasses.
Mine go on first thing in the morning and are only changed when I need protection from sunlight  . . . unless I can't find my sunglasses.

My daughter texted me the other morning . . . 
She was on a local tv station, interviewed because of a medical invention [sic] from a UC Davis Doctor.
It's an FDA approved drug for treating postpartum depression.
My daughter was interviewed because her field of psychology works with mothers, of whom about 1 in 9 deal with some degree of this ailment.

just bragging

We spent a few days here

. . . in Michigan.
Some short trips, we did.

I've been following another blog since 2010 . . .   and Craig [he's over on the sidebar] has followed mine.
Bloggers do that.
Sometimes we even meet in person.
I've been back in his neighborhood a few times, but never took the time to arrange to meet up.
This time set a date, brought our wives and had lunch.

Uncle Skip, MB, Craig and Jenn

We occupied a table at the restaurant for a couple of hours.
It was like we were old friends.

click it

Then we spied this church on the way out of town.

click it

Some of you may have heard or read of my run-in with this roundabout in 2010.
Had it been like this back then, I might well have seen it sooner.
The vehicle, Ol' Betsy, a Mustang, handled it quite well, not even needing a wheel alignment.
It's had nothing to do with not knowing how to enter and exit a roundabout and a lot to do with forgetting it was there because it was new, at that time.

Monday update can be like that

A couple of old posts showed up in the Pageviews for today.
They're from May 2013, a frustrating time for which I can do without reminders.
I am sorely tempted to make those posts unavailable.
Then I am reminded that there are many things in life that are extremely frustrating.
Also, that most of those things have bureaucracy written on them . . .    somewhere.

Blogging has become less fun.
Just ask Cranky Old Man.

"Are we having fun yet?"

Part of the challenge is there are subjects I will not broach.
It's because they're troll bait.
The trolls are the bane of most bloggers.
The other part is our ISP.
They're still providing 20th Century technology for a system that requires more broadband.
When the kids show up with their little tablets and e-readers the wifi goes away.
The Echo, where Alexa lives, interferes with the signal to the PC.
I would hard wire the PC to the router, but let's just say that's not an option.
It does not help that everyone on the street is in the same boat and all of the wifi enabled equipment senses half of their routers.
Anyway, there is tons of interference.

There is one other option.
It involves someone digging up the street or people's yards.
That's not going to happen.

The other day I about screamed out loud while reading an otherwise interesting, intelligent post on fb.
The party who posted completely lost me when they wrote "would of" instead of would've.
About the only thing more egregious would be to write "would a."

can you hear the shrieks?

In defense of

The other day Cranky Ol' Joe was a little exercised because someone had felt the need to correct his spelling.
The gist of his post is we can't all be perfect.
He asks why some folks feel the necessity to correct others.

Come on, Joe.
You know the answer.
They just have to prove how knowledgeable they are.
It is important for them to demonstrate it to others.

It's too bad.
By doing so they really only demonstrate the limits of their knowledge.
They miss an opportunity.

They could learn something.

"Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens."

~Jimi Hendrix

Here's another quote that's a little more derogatory.

"Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue."

~Proverbs

gonna stop here

Another untitled post

Everyone should see read this.
It should be required reading.
Here is the link again, just in case.
Or you can copy and paste the link below.

https://cupofjo.com/2017/07/best-things-to-say-to-someone-in-grief/

No, I didn't find it on my own.
I was steered there from another blog.
I go there often.
I should probably post the link on the sidebar.

gotta get packin'

Still no pictures

At least there aren't any from the convention.

So, I stole a couple from the Sarge's koobecaf page.

Some conventions are like that.

particularly when there's campaigning

This isn't easy

There are those who make posting to a blog look as natural as breathing.
I can think of  a couple right off the top of my head: Sarge and Cranky.
They will probably be the first to tell you it is a lot of work . . .   particularly when writing a full post regularly.
It doesn't help much, either, when there are constant distractions.

No! Not THAT distraction . . .   just the routine distractions of phones, texts, koobecaf, and their ilk.

Speaking of distractions, I am again looking for an acronym or pseudonym for PHG's sister.
She changed jobs and Runner no longer seems appropriate.
I have one or two in the back of my mind, but they're probably better off remaining there.

Heck!
Even PHG is no longer appropriate.
She hasn't been anywhere near the house for almost a year and a half.
That would make here OHG (old house guest) [phg did not mean pretty hot girl even though . . . ].



The biggest distraction is that I am supposed to be packing up things that are to be moved (clothing, some small household items, etc.) or discarded (old electronic gear . . .   think three two old computers, broken shit stuff, outdated software discs, and about 1,000 inkpens)

There is also a large store of items belonging to the Lions Club that I must pass along to others.



Sebastian is also an issue.
He would move with me, but there is an issue of extreme cat allergies that forces me to seek a proper home for him.
It may work out that will stay here where his environment will not change . . .  just the folks for whom he's responsible.
That would be the best case scenario.

eighteen days until pitchers and catchers report

Since I'm still not here

If you didn't do it yesterday, go HERE.
Even if you did, do it again.

don't ask how this was posted

A year ago

. . . and something for Sarge.

We traveled across Ireland from Galway.
We found ourselves in a flat right next to the light rail.
Sometimes it's fun to look back.

A year ago today the laptop stopped working.

It works fine now.
Go figure.

maybe that's what normal is

I was reminded

First, of a potential road rage incident in 1996* on the bridge over the Willamette River in Portland, where I first uttered the words, "Lead, follow, or get out of the way."
There aren't too many things in civilian life much worse than an decisive driver at 75 mph. 
GS was with me and wondered where I'd come up with that.phrase.
I didn't know.

Second, by Sarge's post this morning about Leadership.

Third, by this on Espresso. . .

Finally, by this little add-on and the bottom of an email:

"Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."

Martin Luther King Jr., Strength to Love, 1963

Now all I have to do is tie this together somehow.

tomorrow will tell

*I remember because it was out first road trip in Ol' Betsy

I don't have to post every day

Joe said so.
He also said to stop picking on the cat.

Trust me.
The cat could care less.

Anyway, I've got places to go and people to see.
So my news will have to wait.
It's about yesterday so it's already old, anyhow.
Besides something more exciting may happen in the meantime.
Then I won't have to tell you.

 like that makes a difference

A little misdirection

I have nothing this morning.
Thought about being reflective. . .   not in the mood.

My good friend the Brighton Pensioner has three posts [because he didn't want to put up one long post] you should read:

• Part one
• Part two
• Part three

Those are just my titles for his posts.
He's used a little more imagination in his titles.
The story is better than the titles.
Go read it.

. . .then go buy a copy of the Boston Herald and send it to Suldog.

whatever

Really. . .

What are you doing here?
Y'all should be over at Joe's, trying to guess which is the phony viewer submitted headline.

clicking on this will get you there

There's more to read over there.
It's all good, except for my comment.

Annual rant about useless things

AKA - Monday

No. . .   don't get me wrong.
Monday's aren't useless.
Whatever you call them, they're still the first day of the week   . . .unless you start your week on Sunday [like most calendars].

What I mean here is the annual Let's Fuss With the Clocks circus.
Who needs it?
Hawaiians and Arizonans (except for the Navajo) manage just fine without it.
I would like to know just how much time is wasted annually in conversation about Daylight Saving Time.
BTW- here's something I saw yesterday.
(It was wrong, incidentally.
I already knew about half that stuff)

So if you've read this far, go over here and read something really intelligent with which I am in complete agreement.
(I have some other thoughts, too, that popped into my head after reading and commenting.)

Finally, also regarding yesterday, there was the word of the day.

Really?
Does anyone. . .   besides poets [and Sylvester Cat]. . .   say thither?

the Navajo have a good reason 

I'm not sure this is how Buck would've handled this

He and I were regular visitors to a commercial blog.
They post funny stuff over there   . . .most of the time.
He'd sometimes re-post it.
Sometimes I did.
Friday, they had an Oscars post.

I'm not re-posting all of it.
If you want to see their take, click on the image.
I might even watch the show.
Some day I might even go to a movie again.

it's been more than 30 years

 unless you count the IMAX at OMSI

Follow up

Yes, we do pay attention to comments  . . .even though we don't always reply.
(My current excuse for not replying is, the cat was in my lap when I read your comment)

Yesterday's post about the printer that almost screeched [my metaphor for the sound that emanated] brought a number of comments.
Mostly they were about the propitiousness of the features of the new business location.
However, one commenter remarked about how the more things change, the more they remain the same  . . .sort of.

The was a lot that went into creating signs and banners.

• ink ribbons - five different colors and it was necessary to have back stock because the stuff wasn't available locally
• paper - it wasn't just regular printer paper, it was heavier stock and was available in at least five colors, coming initially in the folded style with perforation every 11 inches, but eventually coming in rolls that could be cut once the print job was completed
•  lamination supplies - rolls of plastic laminate and various fasteners for same.
• software -  I mentioned this yesterday, two large containers of 5 1/4 inch floppy disks.

That doesn't even begin to cover the equipment, office furniture and office supplies.
I operated that shop, with the help of one employee and an occasional contract worker, for a little over one year.

I was offered another business opportunity.
A really good deal.
I couldn't pass it up.
So I went off to explore the wonderful world of neighborhood grocery stores.

The employee continued to operate the sign shop, which was actually becoming more of a laminating shop.
Then the landlord sold the space to someone who intended to occupy it.
The business had to move. . .   again!
Empty store fronts were kind of at a premium.
We could move the shop into my garage.
Then the help took off.
(No, he didn't quit. He went on vacation for a week)
I was in the midst of acquiring a grocery store 30 miles away.
We packed up the sign shop, made three or four trips with a Ford Econoline van and a Chevy half-ton pick up truck, and loaded all the stuff into my garage.

A lot of it is still there.
Most of the office furniture is gone.
The laminator was sold.
And we had to toss the paper products because they got wet and mildewed.
But, the printer, computer and all of the software are still in the garage, along with the bits and pieces of a few other computers, a metal table, a chair, a cabinet that still has some supplies in it, and a filing cabinet with the business records.

I bet if I was to clean that stuff out of the garage and the rafters, I could probably park both cars inside?

What does one do with 25 year-old technology?

don't ask about the grocery store

Air Guitar

Planes.
No!
Warbirds.


Legends 2014 Trailer from chris g on Vimeo.

A shipmate emailed the link.
I found the embed code.

More on Air Guitar later.
If you can't wait, there's some here.

More about the Airshow here.

enjoy!