June 16th is launch date!

Stand-by for destinations, fares, and schedules T.B.A. in the next month. Much media hoopla anticipated.

the yellow pollen from pines coats a fine layer on everything. The stuff settles on the roadway and is kicked up like dust by passing vehicles.  Too large to make you sneeze but it sure is dirty. It’s that time of year. Rain helps to settle it but the only relief is for bio-degrade. Keep windows closed.

clumsily trying to split firewood to make kindling. I whacked my finger when the ax head droped on it. e-yow. I wondered that my ancestors, who used to depend on wood to cook by, might think that I was from the city.

sounds of two brothers chattering away in espaniol in the showers at the comfort station and then spontaneiously singing the chorus from Disco Inferno

the R.V. across the road from us with full water and electrical hookup. christmas tree lights strung the length of their awning. and blinking…

lavendar. meri macs or lylacks growing wild in the woods. you should bottle the smell.

Prone, neck turned, eyes facing the new assistant the dermatologistÿpokes my forehead with a novocainÿneedle. The assistant, looks on, chest beginning to heave as if hyper ventilating.ÿ The Doc asks how I’m doin’ and I say, “fine — but what aboutÿ the young lady with the clip boardÿÿ:-) ” The blemish removalÿprocedure complete, he says to me (in seriousness). “you are now in post operative recovery mode — just lie flat there for a few…”, (as if I would go bolt upright, get dizzy and collapse backward). These words were no sooner uttered when he wished me good day and rushed from the little room heading for the next and then immediately theÿassistant, composure restored invited me, “you can sit up now”. Post-Op was maybe, oh, ÿ25 seconds ? Must have been a CYA kinda thing. Heading past the back office counter (accts payable) for the exit to lobby a large truck driver sized arm reaches out and across asÿto snatch my doctors papers, debit card and extract payment. No words spoken but a ‘hold up there not so fast buster’ÿ was implied. What a process.

The local high school is hazardous territory. The place is rife with inexperienced drivers and it seems like I’m witness to a multi-car chain reaction rearender most times when I’m out there. KB’s ride was not immune (even while parked and minding its own business).  It was whomped hard by a learner. Luckily for us he did the right thing and came forward and ‘fessed up otherwise we would never know this story. Anyway, the lesson learned was:  While backing out of parking spot, and wondering perplexed why the vehicle is not rolling too well — never pull the parking brake release handle. Like a sling shot! Stand-by for the ins. estimate…

use a shovel next time! damn!

and another career enderÿ… open mouth, insert _______

Not exactly hunters or woodsman and certainly without Indian blood we tracked (and found) a lost Lab pup.  With fresh 1-2 in. snow powder on the trail the dog made (wandering) tracks. At times there were several from which to distinquish and differentiate. Some weren’t at all fresh. There were big paws with long gates, others closely spaced with pixie shapes. Right where the tracks ended — there was our stray. Neat.

Explain this mixed-up dog behavior. Can’t figure it for whenever the newly installed microwave beeps the dawg comes a-runnin’ like we called him. Tail wagin’ and ready for action something we don’t understand what. It’s like a Pavlov thing but the OLD oven had beeps and whistles too and he never cared less. It’s not like we give him food out of it…

The door bell ring sets him off to barking, of course. He understands the rumbling from the electric garage door opening. Dawg knows the sound of the kitchen phone desk drawer and the rustle of car keys therein. Amazingly, he can even distinguish the unique beat of our make and model vs other car brands passing by.  Why is he confused about the microwave?

living room view on new years eve…

just a friendly game of twister

Oh this is going to be good… The Microwave just packed it in. How are we to survive? The children have never known life without one. It will be like camping out inside our house. Timed just for the holidays and not part of the christmas budget we may have to tough it out — or at least until the madd shoppers of the season subside.