Yes. Everytime I think that we kill a mess of them with cyanide or other poisons, the rotters return. They are in the sink -- near their hive, near the stove, in the dishwasher (however that happens). We need a gecko, not Geico to eat the finks and leave bird-like messes everywhere. Hmm ... poisoning seems like the better (clearner) way.
Father bought two books today, offering opposing viewpoints. Lois went with Daine to do more sewing learning. Not much to report, but we are alive.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
And the good news is
Lois went to the doctor today and this heart doctor cleared her for surgery. Now when they schedule it is who knows, but she can get her knee(s) fixed and after PT she should feel much, much, much better!
Okay people, Diane checked out okay, Lois did. Now everyone jump on board please. Aunt Dorothy, Jack ... come one aboard ... happy news day, I hope that pain is slaughtered like small pox.
Bethy too has been improving. I need all the wagons in the same direction -- go toward healthy.
Bethy too has been improving. I need all the wagons in the same direction -- go toward healthy.
What makes a great piece of toast?
Glasses. That's right, glasses. Mom tried to make toast in her tired stupor and lopped on a schload of what was supposed to be butter. Then, looking, she found that it wasn't butter. She had cottage cheese on toast. Grudingly she ate it and claimed, "it wasn't bad". Ho ho, I say ... fib! Don't eat and sleep at the same time. Porr tired Mom wandered around much of tioday... tired and unsure. Her error made me laugh. Well worth posting. Love you Mom!
Thursday rain
as opposed to yesterday when there was sun, cooler, Lois went to a Coumadin clinci appointment and later to Bible study. Father decided not to golf -- shoulder still sore. Marcus helped Diane with technical questions, finally reccommending a diffeent strategy: process prints at a store.
Her computer is wickedly ill-equipped to handle, manage, and print photos. I likened it to an abbacus, for the convenience of conversation with Beth. I suspect that she will call me again to help her with other computer issues concerning a summer project for school -- starting 3 or so weeks from now for teachers. tick-tock-tick-tock.
Marcus hasn't found an advertising job locally, but there are several in Indy. By locally, I mean within an hour, including South Bend -- workplace of Diane's husaband Jim. I am none-too pleased with all of that, but not discouraged too badly. I didn't expect a new-field job in moments.
There may or may no be golf for Father tomorrow, as he plans to do so.
Her computer is wickedly ill-equipped to handle, manage, and print photos. I likened it to an abbacus, for the convenience of conversation with Beth. I suspect that she will call me again to help her with other computer issues concerning a summer project for school -- starting 3 or so weeks from now for teachers. tick-tock-tick-tock.
Marcus hasn't found an advertising job locally, but there are several in Indy. By locally, I mean within an hour, including South Bend -- workplace of Diane's husaband Jim. I am none-too pleased with all of that, but not discouraged too badly. I didn't expect a new-field job in moments.
There may or may no be golf for Father tomorrow, as he plans to do so.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Bonanza
or not. Diane came over last night to work with Lois a bit on sewing. I left, so I'm not sure on how that went, nor for how long. I went to the festival, paid too much for parking, had a long walk, long wait, stink of cigarettes, and a lackluster 20 minute fireworks display.
Today Lois is awake, alive, maybe not kicking, but has things to do. Jessica is supposed to mow the grass, but it is car-hood frying day. It's hot and humid enough to cook meat in foil -- in minutes. I hope that Jessica doesn't come at the hottest time and poison herself with sun and heat and wipe out for a day.
Father's littel adventure was finding wasps and directing Marcus to kill them. I don't worry much, but when they make house in your house (or siding) I chose killing or relocating. The are tenascious little bug(gers) finding anyplace to say for a bit. I have yet to have a convenient time to show Jessica which bees you can pet.
Last year I showed her that some bees, especially when well fed, you can pet, though interupting their feeding by picking them away from food, is welll, not good. You can pet them while they are feeding. I rather enjoy it -- communing with nature. They are the cows of the pollenators world.
Father will host poker next week. They usually have 8 players, but they have now ... a potential for nine, which makes dealing with one deck difficul to complete many of the poker variations they like.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
dinner at Cheng's
Lois, Thomas, Jessica (Diane's youngest), and Marcus had dinner at a Chinese Buffet. Jessica ate lots of dessert. You'd think she'd be fat, but nope. She's growing taller; I'm growing wider.
We got fortune cookies at the end of the meal. Jessica's was the oddest:
"You will receive a fortune. (cookie)"
Mother's was quirky, but differently:
"All troubles you have can pass away very quickly."
Thomas and Marcus got fortunes, but they weren't significant. Confuscionism meets the West in fortune cookies. Anyway, we ended the evening with High School Musical, a Disney movie. It wasn't very good.
Thomas and Jessica found it in a video vending machine -- kid you not. I'll ask Father to write about how the thing truly works, as I wasn't there. Lois got pulled into a phone conversation -- long, so didn't see much of the movie.
Marcus took home Jessica and spoke with Diane and Jim for a long, long time (~ 4 hours). Jim stopped at 1 and Diane and Marcus were finished at 2. Diane's summer is now going to be filled with an assignment, courtesy of her boss at school. When she described it, it seems like a trial in humility. The federal government sat on a tack and now has some more paperwork for everyone to file.
Diane, Jim and Marcus discussed the disgust with movies in general. Similtaneously the TV was showing Top 2005 worst movies as per Roger Ebert and partner. I don't trust critics as they laud movies from an underdog director -- the movie full of pasture waste or pander to the masses of a movie that's neat to watch only once.
Father took some food for church, but Mother, who was up late again, didn't go. The food pantry, a service to the community that gives discounted/free food to needy families in the area, doesn't have enough donations to give one meal a week to each family. It's shameful. The church, however, does take in a great deal of weekly money, but it's spent on funding other things, so again the poor get the short end. Anyway ... it's a good cause, and perhaps later things will improve.
Despite the heat and humidity, Jessica is supposed to mow the grass today. She has few ways of earning money as she is just 14 and needs a work permit to get most jobs. She mows Thomas' lawn for money. Good luck to her in the heat.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
semi-orante lion
Thanks to Cheng's Chinese Buffet for the great food and service. The owner is talkative and informed me about the reason behind the lion.
The lion is the "King of the Beasts" and therefore, symbolically it shows the royalty or authority. In China these are common as symbols of power. The dimension of red was not discussed by is luck and life.
The lion is the "King of the Beasts" and therefore, symbolically it shows the royalty or authority. In China these are common as symbols of power. The dimension of red was not discussed by is luck and life.
Let me tell ya!
I believe I essentially left or eluded to a cartoonish, "TO BE CONTINUED" on my last post. Lois is returning to a higher state of functioning. Father golfed, as mentioned before, so he claims that--although the pain isn't going away, "I'm learning to deal with it". Admirable, but faulty, in that there are some pains that can be reduced-eliminated. Anyway, Fort Wayne in having its 3 Rivers Festival. The alternating heat and rain have spoiled this year.
I skipped it. I sometimes go downtown with friends, but not this year. One family have a "ritual" of riding the helicopter down there. It's pricey, but their boy, Charlie, loves it. I didn't hear it this year, they might not being running it. This same family has other family; they went down and shucked out boku bucks on entertainment. Last year a ferris wheel ride for each person -- regardless of age was $4. Yikes! Skip that all over.
Jessica, Diane's youngstest and nearly tallest child, visited us today and we played Kanasta. Jessica and I were partners and we kicked tail! Lois and Thomas (Mom and Dad) had good cards one game, but timing failed them. The next game, cards were certainly against them.
We tried Chinese food!
I skipped it. I sometimes go downtown with friends, but not this year. One family have a "ritual" of riding the helicopter down there. It's pricey, but their boy, Charlie, loves it. I didn't hear it this year, they might not being running it. This same family has other family; they went down and shucked out boku bucks on entertainment. Last year a ferris wheel ride for each person -- regardless of age was $4. Yikes! Skip that all over.
Jessica, Diane's youngstest and nearly tallest child, visited us today and we played Kanasta. Jessica and I were partners and we kicked tail! Lois and Thomas (Mom and Dad) had good cards one game, but timing failed them. The next game, cards were certainly against them.
We tried Chinese food!
Friday, July 14, 2006
Friday - enemy spotted, scout escaped
In a continual battle for supremacy, the city’s contracted Inliner and ourselves, this morning, the flakes returned. I wonder what they’re really doing. It certainly isn’t doing it right the first, second, third, or fourth time.
Thomas was feeling a little better, having missed golf on Tuesday due to weather, it pained him to miss more. He played 9 holes on Wednesday, but rarely plays more than twice a week. He got tee times and played this morning. He had to ask the fools to move their trucks blocking the drive and then negotiate around a poorly placed car.
Meanwhile, Marcus was working and took note of a few things: the car parked wrong on the street was that of a supervisor who spent her time in the car the entire couple hours they were here. You may recall my complaining about them before. Anyway, if a supervisor doesn’t know how to park or realize that the car on the opposite side of large trucks makes passing difficult/impossible, that person shouldn’t have that job or responsibility. Also… why on trash day? All the time they appear on trash day with large trucks that block streets. What fools!
Yesterday I saw a hawk or falcon. It didn’t stay long, so I'm not sure. It grabbed a bird – smaller one, and the other flew away toward the predator – likely too scared and slow to know what happened. It took its prey to a tree to eat it there. I feed the birds and the birds feed the birds. Also, the circle is more complicated … the birds sloppily spill food, feeding the squirrels and the chipmunks.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Bumps in the night
Yesterday, much of Indiana got rain. Thankfully here, though light, it was continual. It was good for plants and crops, but not if you needed to do something outside.
I saw a bird pop out of nowhere. It hopped away from me, then shelted itself under a bush. It eluded my attempts at photographing it. Anyway, during a break from the rain, I stepped out to find it again. It had kept in the same area, but left the bush. ++ bird in the hand, worth two ...
I was hoping to relocate the bird to safer quarters, but it fled from me. I was reminded of the phrase, trying to catch a chicken ... not an easy feat. Small birds are more delicate, so in favor of not hurting it, I stopped trying to "help" it. In my adventures of chasing it, four adult robins were trying desperately to indimidate me, noise -- within 10' of me, to no avail. Later, they still seemed peeved. I thought that birds were supposed to have short memories. Likely my car is "whiter" now.
Mother had a wicked night with aches and pains. She didn't sleep much and I found her on the downstairs floor, still in pain and misery. To bed she went, hopefully to feel better. I don't expect to see her until the afternoon, poor woman. Father will spend today pacing like a hungry caged animal, unable to help her, so in stress cage he'll exist. I have grown accustomed to this stress coaster and am a little better equipped to deal with it.
Last night was another night of neighobor noise, but milder -- loudest things were stereos. Still, stress kept me wriggling like a worm on a hook. My sleep was faulty and my stress isn't any better. I have been a light sleeper for a long while. I try to sleep lightly also due to 6 years ago, the neighborhood had a series of 6-9 house invasions, break-ins, robberies. Once, thankfully no one was hurt, a robber was in the house during children's sleepover. I don't think that you would recover quickly to feel safe then.
Since then, I have slept lightly. With four phones available (2 cell) there is little chance of phone line severing to prevent cops being called. I would like to brazenly attack and brutalize anyone would endanger the family, but my first goal should, and hopefully would be to call the cops and let all persons in the house know that police have been called.
A few neighbors have dogs, but they are friendly enough, a robber might make the gamble. One neighbor has a high-pitched-voiced dog that whines like a siren to be pet. While not an attack dog, this certainly would wake you.
I saw a bird pop out of nowhere. It hopped away from me, then shelted itself under a bush. It eluded my attempts at photographing it. Anyway, during a break from the rain, I stepped out to find it again. It had kept in the same area, but left the bush. ++ bird in the hand, worth two ...
I was hoping to relocate the bird to safer quarters, but it fled from me. I was reminded of the phrase, trying to catch a chicken ... not an easy feat. Small birds are more delicate, so in favor of not hurting it, I stopped trying to "help" it. In my adventures of chasing it, four adult robins were trying desperately to indimidate me, noise -- within 10' of me, to no avail. Later, they still seemed peeved. I thought that birds were supposed to have short memories. Likely my car is "whiter" now.
Mother had a wicked night with aches and pains. She didn't sleep much and I found her on the downstairs floor, still in pain and misery. To bed she went, hopefully to feel better. I don't expect to see her until the afternoon, poor woman. Father will spend today pacing like a hungry caged animal, unable to help her, so in stress cage he'll exist. I have grown accustomed to this stress coaster and am a little better equipped to deal with it.
Last night was another night of neighobor noise, but milder -- loudest things were stereos. Still, stress kept me wriggling like a worm on a hook. My sleep was faulty and my stress isn't any better. I have been a light sleeper for a long while. I try to sleep lightly also due to 6 years ago, the neighborhood had a series of 6-9 house invasions, break-ins, robberies. Once, thankfully no one was hurt, a robber was in the house during children's sleepover. I don't think that you would recover quickly to feel safe then.
Since then, I have slept lightly. With four phones available (2 cell) there is little chance of phone line severing to prevent cops being called. I would like to brazenly attack and brutalize anyone would endanger the family, but my first goal should, and hopefully would be to call the cops and let all persons in the house know that police have been called.
A few neighbors have dogs, but they are friendly enough, a robber might make the gamble. One neighbor has a high-pitched-voiced dog that whines like a siren to be pet. While not an attack dog, this certainly would wake you.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
preparing for painting
Prep time = 20 mintues. Painting = 11 mintues. Laying the plastic on the steps was a challenge, as the tape wasn't holding it. Ther was little splatter. This is yet another step in painting the inside of the house before selling it. This should finish the upstairs when the walls are finished. I had a good luck at my impending doom, standing on the banister looking down at plastic.
The folks seem to think it looks good so far, one more coat to do today!
The folks seem to think it looks good so far, one more coat to do today!
Painting day!
go here for photos of the event ... one ceiling over two stairs. At the time of this writing, no falls.
It was a silly old thing.
It was a silly old thing.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Kasey looks at camera
Kasey, aka Houdini loves to escape from her prison yard. She was out Sunday (July 9, 2006) and saw the folks on their way to church. According to the folks, she looked happy and seemed to recognize them as they drove by.
Ha ha, grinned the escapee as she wandered still more.
There is another dog next door, name of Daisy, but she isn't nearly so bright. She responds so quickly to treat, that she'd never be "free" for long.
Ha ha, grinned the escapee as she wandered still more.
There is another dog next door, name of Daisy, but she isn't nearly so bright. She responds so quickly to treat, that she'd never be "free" for long.
Quilting not quitting
Recapping: Mother finished a quilt, now that she's more skilled.
Father's soreness hasn't left and on some days, he reports very painful experiences. I have some guesses, but I'm no doctor. Father seems resistant to the idea of seeing one again, believing (more hoping) that the pain will go away in just one more week, which he repeats like a mantra. It has affected his golf and life, but ... I digress:
3 Rivers Festival is upon us like a shadow demon -- come, spend too much money in the heat of Fort Wayne. I think this year I'll not do much again. Last year I was there but 4 hours, this year likely the same. The folks likely won't do much as Mom's knees are bugging; one more than the other, and father's shoulder being sore and not likely to drive when he can avoid it.
The 4th of July Fireworks display, I understand, was a dud. The end of festival fireworks tend to "rock" and I'll try to see those. This year they'll be fired late due to Indiana's adoption of the Daily Savings Time lie. No one has shown real numbers to qualify the shift from stone to flesh, or not moving clocks to moving clocks.
Diane's birthday was this weekend, but her weekends are busy, generally with gunk and junk that builds up over the week. Her school work -- reports are stacked at the door, making a pile like Christmas decorations -- yes nearly that high. Now, as they are in folders, files and boxes, you'd think that they wouldn't be safe, but one never knows. I think electronic filing and completion are a smarter way to go. PDF filing. I think I'll file a form HBTY - ASAP 1959*
Happy birthday Diane!
I see also that Aunt Dorothy's birthday is approaching -- shark-liker perhaps?
* HBTY ASAP 1959 = Happy Birthday to You, As soon as possible the year of her birth
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Reaping what she sews
After many classes, Lois has been frustrated with sewing, as a general rule. Diane and she have been working together, and finally, Lois has finished a project -- as she has many incompletes. Her quilt, 2.4' x 2' is American-Patriotic, a centerpiece for a dining table.
Last night she finished patching up the holes that were sewing misses or perhaps missus (marriage to the process of sewing). With this taste of victory, it seems likely that Lois will combat the projects, finding victory within weeks.
Thomas has plans to paint hallways, ceilings, and living room -- with the free-labor of Marcus. This is two-fold in that is has been a bugger of a long time since it was done, and Thomas and Lois hope to move, I believe, within around two years to a smaller house with utilitarian features, such as bathroom handles, laundry on main floor and fewer, if any, steops. Moving ... and packing -- that will be "fun". There are piles and piles here that will take weeks in themselves to sort.
Marcus' friends put a bid on a house and hope to get it. It would seem that it is within the area of Thomas, Lois and Marcus -- at present. They are going to see their first year anniversay soon. What a way to celebrate -- in a new house, right? They are soon to fill it with their things and new things to be acquired.
Last night she finished patching up the holes that were sewing misses or perhaps missus (marriage to the process of sewing). With this taste of victory, it seems likely that Lois will combat the projects, finding victory within weeks.
Thomas has plans to paint hallways, ceilings, and living room -- with the free-labor of Marcus. This is two-fold in that is has been a bugger of a long time since it was done, and Thomas and Lois hope to move, I believe, within around two years to a smaller house with utilitarian features, such as bathroom handles, laundry on main floor and fewer, if any, steops. Moving ... and packing -- that will be "fun". There are piles and piles here that will take weeks in themselves to sort.
Marcus' friends put a bid on a house and hope to get it. It would seem that it is within the area of Thomas, Lois and Marcus -- at present. They are going to see their first year anniversay soon. What a way to celebrate -- in a new house, right? They are soon to fill it with their things and new things to be acquired.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
former flower bed
At the Love household, there are many such spots where Argos has dug and slept -- silly ol' puppy.
Sleepy Lois and Thomas went out to get bird seed for the winged pigs around here. They eat, well, like birds -- pounds far exceeding their body weight. Their substantial waste creating weeds and millet plants around the circular base of the feeders.
Marcus has battled trees, trumpet plants and grasses this year, mostly to his defeat. Along the North side of the house -- lesser amount of sun, is a patch of ground that weeds and moss always consume. His bane -- trumpet plants -- undefeatable by natural means.
Marcus is still refining his resume' while Lois' knees are painful -- claimed to be an 11 on a ten-point scale, and Thomas' shoulder is still a wreck. Last night he wore a layer of topical cream like (Icy Hot or Ben Gay), but seemingly is not really better today. Man!
Sleepy Lois and Thomas went out to get bird seed for the winged pigs around here. They eat, well, like birds -- pounds far exceeding their body weight. Their substantial waste creating weeds and millet plants around the circular base of the feeders.
Marcus has battled trees, trumpet plants and grasses this year, mostly to his defeat. Along the North side of the house -- lesser amount of sun, is a patch of ground that weeds and moss always consume. His bane -- trumpet plants -- undefeatable by natural means.
Marcus is still refining his resume' while Lois' knees are painful -- claimed to be an 11 on a ten-point scale, and Thomas' shoulder is still a wreck. Last night he wore a layer of topical cream like (Icy Hot or Ben Gay), but seemingly is not really better today. Man!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Firey beginning and end to July 4th
Well, the rain in the morning and early afternoon held a cloud of doubt whether there would be fireworks, but the sun and clear night prevailed -- explosions everyone!
Thomas, Lois, and Marcus were at the Freygangs for the 4th. Lois and Diane were downstairs sewing, which left Father and Marc to sit around and talk. Finally, Diane came up and asked that Father make the pork ribs (pre-cooked). Lois doesn't like her ribs sloppy and gooey like most people, so Father was light on the sauce. Marcus ate fish (shrimp) as other meat is unapealing to him (smell).
One of the Freygangs cooked a communal dessert -- a pizza pan size cookie with super sweet frosting and fruit topping. Later, everyone got more sugar with ice cream.
The girls were happy about firing rockets and fireworks; no longer relegated to spectators alone. Despite her best efforts, Jennifer couldn't light a pair of rockets to fire similtaneously.
Father bought a fair amount of fireworks. The girls like the parachute type, but many failed to eject from their rocket and plummeted to the rocket cooking the chute. Angel tried to get into the mix of things by having her face right in the fireworks. She also rolled in the blackened grass, for dog reasons humans cannot fathom.
The girls disliked the Roman candles as they were limited in number of shells and the speed at which they fired. Marcus tried to speed up things by lighting a series, but each burst blew out the lighter he was using to light the others. Typical of Marcus -- a couple tipped over sending pellets horizontally through the grass. No one was hurt.
For a finale', the girls like the mortar shells. We tried to get three to fire at once, but that never happened. Jenny was able to ignite me with firey debris and Jessica's oddly exploded in the firing tube rather than launch out then explode.
Neighbors all around had thunderous quake fireworks sounding more like artillery and cluster bombs than real fireworks. Others still, had neat low trajectory shells that lit up nicely.
-- Sad to say that Lois got ill early Wednesday morning and puked the ice cream she had, as well as most of dinner. Not the fireworks and explosives we sought.
Thomas, Lois, and Marcus were at the Freygangs for the 4th. Lois and Diane were downstairs sewing, which left Father and Marc to sit around and talk. Finally, Diane came up and asked that Father make the pork ribs (pre-cooked). Lois doesn't like her ribs sloppy and gooey like most people, so Father was light on the sauce. Marcus ate fish (shrimp) as other meat is unapealing to him (smell).
One of the Freygangs cooked a communal dessert -- a pizza pan size cookie with super sweet frosting and fruit topping. Later, everyone got more sugar with ice cream.
The girls were happy about firing rockets and fireworks; no longer relegated to spectators alone. Despite her best efforts, Jennifer couldn't light a pair of rockets to fire similtaneously.
Father bought a fair amount of fireworks. The girls like the parachute type, but many failed to eject from their rocket and plummeted to the rocket cooking the chute. Angel tried to get into the mix of things by having her face right in the fireworks. She also rolled in the blackened grass, for dog reasons humans cannot fathom.
The girls disliked the Roman candles as they were limited in number of shells and the speed at which they fired. Marcus tried to speed up things by lighting a series, but each burst blew out the lighter he was using to light the others. Typical of Marcus -- a couple tipped over sending pellets horizontally through the grass. No one was hurt.
For a finale', the girls like the mortar shells. We tried to get three to fire at once, but that never happened. Jenny was able to ignite me with firey debris and Jessica's oddly exploded in the firing tube rather than launch out then explode.
Neighbors all around had thunderous quake fireworks sounding more like artillery and cluster bombs than real fireworks. Others still, had neat low trajectory shells that lit up nicely.
-- Sad to say that Lois got ill early Wednesday morning and puked the ice cream she had, as well as most of dinner. Not the fireworks and explosives we sought.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Defusing the bomb
Thomas had to go through many, many steps to fix his glitchy computer. Supposedly AOL admitted that there was an AOL way of fixing his McAffe problem, in that it wouldn't update. It was a package bonus of AOL, which was no great surprise to Marcus that there were errors. AOL is a virus that should not be on computers, second is Windows. Even XP is prone to errors, but much less so than earlier versions. Yikes!
Anyway ... after hours, Thomas now has his computer where he had it before. Good luck with AOL (Aways Override Links with spam)
Anyway ... after hours, Thomas now has his computer where he had it before. Good luck with AOL (Aways Override Links with spam)
Sights & seens
I went down to Indy this weekend and saw a Ferrari speeding -- what a fool! If you were going to speed -- do it in a vehicle less conspicuous. It would make sense in car more typically found in Indiana ... not that car! I also passed a professional stage mover truck -- concert stages, though seemingly exposed to weather. I saw mules or donkeys -- unclear which, on a farm also many campers. A couple of places had so many it looked more like a hive or colony than a camp site around an overfished, stocked pond and a highway next to them.
I was amazed that only a small section of the highway was coned off for "repair". I wasn't surprised that there was not a bit of equipment or even a shovel seen there.
Beth had surgery and is recovering from it. Tom has been working on a game "Mechwarriors Mercenaries", circa 1999/2001 ever after not created. He has learned some about programming it for scenarios. He's also interested in Schultzhund training and I got to "help" with that, for what it was worth.
Thomas and Lois had a good, but quiet weekend. Lois still isn't feeling great, but is growing stronger (somewhat) and is working more on her sewing, as assisted by classes that she and Diane take. Having been spoiled, as Thomas has stated, with Netflix DVDs, they each find commercials intolerable, as the rented movies have none. TiVo watchers also get to FF through sections to get to the shows they taped. Friends have TiVos -- novel if you watch a lot of TV, stupid investment if you don't. One night I helped a friend put in a larger hard drive to record more shows at higher resolution -- it was easy, but not written out by TiVo. He found a place that had instructions.
I was amazed that only a small section of the highway was coned off for "repair". I wasn't surprised that there was not a bit of equipment or even a shovel seen there.
Beth had surgery and is recovering from it. Tom has been working on a game "Mechwarriors Mercenaries", circa 1999/2001 ever after not created. He has learned some about programming it for scenarios. He's also interested in Schultzhund training and I got to "help" with that, for what it was worth.
Thomas and Lois had a good, but quiet weekend. Lois still isn't feeling great, but is growing stronger (somewhat) and is working more on her sewing, as assisted by classes that she and Diane take. Having been spoiled, as Thomas has stated, with Netflix DVDs, they each find commercials intolerable, as the rented movies have none. TiVo watchers also get to FF through sections to get to the shows they taped. Friends have TiVos -- novel if you watch a lot of TV, stupid investment if you don't. One night I helped a friend put in a larger hard drive to record more shows at higher resolution -- it was easy, but not written out by TiVo. He found a place that had instructions.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Stubborn old branch
Well, I understand that Tom has been trying to get this cursed thing down for months, with only some success. He had been swinging it back and forth to loosen it. I asked to try it once and pop -- off it came. Tom was none too happy that I was the victor then, after all of his valiant fights with it.
The dogs, Argos and Samson were happy to gnaw off bits of the spilinters, especially when it was regarded as naughty.
The dogs, Argos and Samson were happy to gnaw off bits of the spilinters, especially when it was regarded as naughty.
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