Some days…

October 8, 2017

life just sucks the jelly right out of your doughnut. And
yesterday was just such a day. Grumpy because I hadn’t seen the
man in moon for a few days, I decided to lighten my mood by
chatting with him last night.

The day was going pretty good until I noticed my desktop was
moving at the speed of a dial up modem. Then a message from our
youngest informed me he was receiving Hollywood gossip from my
email and wondered what was going on. So was I as that isn’t
something I would normally do.

Turns out settings and passwords had been changed and the
computer had been hacked. While the culprit hasn’t been located
yet the computer is again working like it should and has been
since about 3 am.

So about midnight I went out and took some pictures of the
moon, had a chat about trivial things, and cooled off. The talk
was just what was needed and gave me time to catch a second
wind to do battle with the hacker. I will locate the computer
they used to hack me and if it is a school or business will
inform them that their system may be compromised.

Thanks Kenny, I would have caught it but your message lit a
fire under me to get it done. And now we’re going to enjoy
some thick cut pork chops, corn, and potato salad for an early
supper. Enjoy the rest of our Sunday as tomorrow starts the
work week for some.
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Routine Friday

October 6, 2017

The lady who follows me around and myself stepped out the back
door ready to go grocery shopping and ran into the critter
shown above. The feral kitten did not seem happy that we put
groceries before him. He calmed down after I fed and watered
the bunch later.

Yesterday I observed a crew working on the church steeple
that is 3 blocks south of us. With the fog this morning we
couldn’t see even a hint that it was there. Upon returning from
getting our groceries we noticed a faint outline of the steeple
and were relieved it was still there.

And we are now having a critter problem that we didn’t see
coming. We feed the birds on the ground as that makes it easier
to get a picture when an interesting bird is present. But the
black kitten seems to think he is a panther. He stalks the
birds and attacks when he gets close.

The birds have posted look outs to protect their own. They
have even tried dive bombing the attacking kitten and getting
pretty noisy in the process.

So far we only have birds flying away and no casualties. That
doesn’t stop the kitten from trying. We will be looking for a
solution soon as he won’t be a kitten forever and we enjoy
watching the birds and the feral kittens.

It’s been spitting rain since we woke up and is supposed to
rain today and tomorrow so I may not get many pictures until
it clears. Couldn’t even see the full moon last night for all
the clouds.

Enjoy our Friday, it’s the last one this week. Now I need more
coffee and some chocolate doughnut holes.
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Rambling thoughts

October 4, 2017

Our son called last night to inform me he had hit a deer on
the road to the reservation. Thankfully no one was hurt with
the exception of deer. The car was derivable after the accident,
but being a Saturn some of plastic fender didn’t look so hot.

We got some of the rain that was forecast and it looks like
there will be more to come yet this week. After the rain the sun
came out to dry things off. Almost reminded me of Hawaii in the
winter.

This morning I went to visit Dad to catch up on what happened
while we were cruising and visiting other family members in
Idaho. According to the Antique Farmer nothing happened while we
were gone of any significance. My brother was in the hospital
and released during our cruise and if we understand correctly
he is doing better.

The feral kittens have made their appearance once I started
feeding them again and the birds have also came back. We’re
getting back into the same stuff different day phase now. The
wife left for work and I’m trying to catch up on the honey do
list.

And I took a walk down memory lane about how things have
changed over the last 30 years as our anniversary is coming in
December. While my eating habits haven’t changed, the hours
have. Back then I could work a 12 hour day, come home and mow
the lawn, then go out to the garage and work until midnight on
the latest project.

I could do all that now but it would take a week and several
naps to get it done. I still believe getting older beats the
alternative hands down. So enjoy our Wednesday as I know we
will, after a nap and a pizza.
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Making time

September 29, 2017

We left Rawlins, Wyoming early this morning and arrived in
Paxton, Nebraska a few hours ago where we will spend the night.
When we left it was so foggy you couldn’t see past the hood of
the car so I kept it at 80 mph and the fog lights on.

After running through fog for most the way across Wyoming we
ran into a drizzle and some clouds that looked like they could
open up and rain our on cruise. Everything has gone right today
and shortly we will leave our room to dine at Ole’s Steakhouse
& Saloon. They have some of the best cheeseburgers I have ever
consumed and are located within a half mile of our motel.

Once again the lady that follows me around took all the pictures
and I haven’t asked if I can share them yet, but may post
later if see agrees. With a little cropping and slight touch up
most came out great so I hope she does.

Tomorrow afternoon we will arrive back home and posts will
return to a semblance of normalcy on Sunday. Or at least as
close to normal as I can get. We consider the trip an
overwhelming success and plan on doing it again. Perhaps as
early as next year.

But around this time tomorrow, or a little later, we will
unpack the trunk for the last time on this trip and see if
the critters missed us. The cat probably won’t want much to
do with us, but we’ll see. And I can do a Sunday snicker
post from home again.

Enjoy the rest of our Friday, we’re leaving for a cheeseburger
and fries with plenty of coffee.
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Late, late update

September 29, 2017

Well, we are in our motel room in Rawlins, Wyoming. I was an
hour ahead of schedule to make it here when the stuff hit the
fan. The lady that follows me around believes in a GPS box that
is called TomTom, yet sounds like a lady.

We passed a sign that said 39 miles to Rawlins when the black
talking box said turn south for 40 miles. 76 miles later we came
to a one horse town that had a gas station, gassed up, and
followed the directions of this talking box.

Ended up on a gravel road looking at a vacant lot when this
silly box proclaimed “you have reached your destination”. It was
at this point I told the lady who follows me around to unplug
the box while we drove the 70 some miles back to the point we
were 39 miles away from our real destination.

I was not a happy camper. The motel we booked is vastly over
promoted and not what was claimed. The mountain view is there,
if you stand on the very edge of the parking lot and look
behind the motel. Of course the rooms have no widows facing the
back.

Tomorrow, sans GPS, we head for Paxton, Nebraska for our last
night in a motel before arriving home Saturday. Enjoy our
Friday and we hope it wasn’t as stressful as ours.
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Heading home

September 27, 2017

The fickle finger of fate was pointed my way again. I had to
wonder why I love these mountains yet the altitude leaves me
out of breath. We will leave here early tomorrow and head home,
which is about 3,000 feet closer to sea level and my breathing
isn’t quite so labored.

We’ll miss waking up in the morning and leaving our room to
marvel at the mountains in the distance, and our family here.
The irony in all this is the fact I spotted a 40 acre plot just
outside of town for sale that set my imagination on fire.

I imagined buying said plot and building a house on it so we
would wake up with the sunrise and watch the sunset from the
back deck with the mountain range always to our north. Then
reality sunk in.

Yeah, the fickle finger of fate is funny that way. All in all
we have admit this trip is an overwhelming success. We’ve been
pampered, well fed, walked off the good food, saw the sights,
got some pictures, and laughed more than we have in some time.

Saturday we should arrive back home to catch on up all we missed
while we get back to reality. We’ve put over 2,000 miles on the
car and that may double before we make it to our driveway. So if
you’re staying at the Motel 6 tomorrow, we left the light on for
you. Now I think I heard some chocolate doughnuts calling for me.
Enjoy what’s left of our Wednesday.
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The promised pictures

September 26, 2017

We took a different route into Boise yesterday as our son was
driving so I brought my camera. I still find it hard to believe
we saw all that did so I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
About halfway there we spotted this critter, who may look
familiar from yesterdays post.

Just as you enter Boise this building sits right off the road.
It is a corporate headquarters for some company which I didn’t
catch as I was busy focusing and aiming the camera.

A little further in we noticed the fire department putting out
a grass fire. This was quite a sight from the road.

Our Destination was the Discovery Center of Idaho which had an
exhibit on sharks. It was interesting, but we felt expensive.

When we came out to get in the car we saw a bunch of geese on
the grounds and had to get a pic.

Taking the back roads to return had its benefits. No traffic
and views that can’t be seen anywhere else.

And to top it off, when we arrived back at the kids apartment
two peacock hens and their chicks came strutting up! It was a
sight I hadn’t seen outside of a zoo.

We even saw a buggy hauling the Logan Hotshots home from a
fire in Montana. Enjoy your rest back in Utah.

I’m telling you, if it gets better than that I’d have a
bigger grin on my face everyday. Not sure what today is going
to bring but am ready for it. Perhaps we could go to a burger
joint and order crabs?

Enjoy our Tuesday as we know we will.
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