Existing In BFE

The blog is always hungry.  And I have been feeding it regularly for years.  But for some reason I have been lazy and have not gone out to find food for weeks.  When that happens I have nothing to post.  It is a reminder to all of us that it is so easy to get into a rut and not treat time with the importance it deserves.   Laziness should not be rewarded and I am prepared to refund everyones subscription monies for the following week.  Somehow, after the holidays, it was just too easy to jump into bed followed by a hasty sweep of the hand to turn off the alarm.  And here I thought I was so gung-ho for a new year.   Be it known I gathered the staff of Existing In BFE and we had a frank and constructive meeting.  There was finger pointing and finger food, and I'm sure other fingers as well.  Anyway, we are prepared to begin again, a reset, if you will, and following a week off to gather new material, we will be on the go once again.   We will return on Monday, February 5t

Today we scoot back to a kind of neat picture, unposed, of the twins in a moment of uninhibited twinnage.  Firstly, most pics of this era were carefully posed for some special event - namely Christmas family pics or Easter go-to-meeting.  There were no family day-in-the-life casual picture taking.  We didn't take pics of nothing, we recorded special events.  I sure wish it had been the other way around.  But today, we have something of a rarity.   If I had to guess, Marj had the camera and needed to take some pics to top off the roll so it could get processed.  As she approached, I grabbed the Wombie to shield me from any photographic intrusion. Besides a couple kids jockeying or jockeyed for the camera we have a couple other interesting things happening.  There are lots of things that get forgotten with the passage of time.  I'd forgotten that our room was, at one time, hardwood floored.  Somewhere along the way just about every room was carpeted.  It was a 60'

I'm not sure how I have managed it, but somehow I have stumbled onto a binging heaven situation that I am groveling in like a pig in mud.  When I moved over here to Sinkhole Estates I bought a Roku tick and am scabbing Netflix (Kenzie), HBO Now (the current Mrs. Blythe) and I have an Amazon Prime membership.  I've never had the opportunity to view all this great stuff available so I am dizzy with anticipation.   The past couple of weeks I binged on something so remarkable it is challenging Breaking Bad as the best I've ever seen.  TV drama, like music, art and politics, is such a subjective medium that I hesitate to write this review, let alone recommend it.  In fact, let me start out by saying maybe you guys shouldn't watch it.  Most of you will never make it through the 28 episodes so why waste your time?   Rotten Tomatoes gave it a score of 81% its first year, 93% its second, and 98% in its final one.    The show is HBO's The Leftovers .  Season

I'm looking to take a long weekend off.  Babysitting is fine and all, and fills my karma jar.  Perhaps a stay in the Florida mountains where Bloody Mary's will be served by waitstaff on skates.  After breakfast a couple hours in the spa where maybe a fine lager will help in my recuperation from endless up-and-downs dictated by a 2 1/2 year old. ++++++++++ The Cabin awaits.  In about 2 weeks I'll be back in Northlandia and taking care of Miss Maddie whilst the parents go off on a cruise.  I hope to run into the usual suspects, do the usual things, and simply soak up the Midwest.  Of course, a good old blizzard would be greatly appreciated.  Fingers crossed, hope, hope. +++++++++++ New shop right next to Frey's Donuts on 34th Avenue, St. Pete.   +++++++++ Did You Know? April 11, 1954 is considered to be the most boring day in the 20th century as no newsworthy births, deaths, or other signifi

In early December I grabbed the camera and headed to the causeway.  You remember that place, right?  Its a land and bridge connection from Clearwater to Tampa.  Next to the 4-way about a 1/3 of the way across is a parking area and walking/biking/jogging bridge perpendicular to the car traffic.  Neat place, really.  I was going after the Geminid meteor showers on the off chance I'd get one.  No such luck but it was a nice night and always fun to be out when the rest of the place is asleep. The next set of 5 pictures are unremarkable in all ways.  The only reason I am posting them is the little object in the lower right side.  I don't know of any toys or beach items that you light and put them in the water.  Back in my G-Burg days we had a large pond in the back yard that had lit balls that floated for decorative purposes.  Maybe the thing in the water was something like it.  It kind of moved back and forth a bit with the current.  Because my exposures were approxima

Social media.  It's two words we didn't hear a few years ago.  Now its everywhere.  In public we must look like tethered automatons to our bright little hand-held devices; receiving our marching orders like ants in a colony.  Wait anywhere and look around.  We are all in close proximity to each other but might as well be individually walled off.  Its gotten so our phones are actually secondary instruments. We text, surf, swipe, and click, and then maybe the occasional phone call.   I make no judgments:  I'm right there with everyone else.  I hate waiting - that little rectangular box alleviates the wait -  I wonder if it also serves as a "STOP" sign to interaction?   I'll bet upwards of 70% of today's population has never received old school social media.  That would be, of course, a letter.  Sure, the kids today have received cards on special occasions and the quickly forgettable note.  But how many have received the written letter?  Today's Fl

In 2018 I Resolve Resolutions, they tell me, are silly things.  Easily broken, quickly forgotten, they are largely meaningless.  That's what they tell me.  I, therefore, resolve:   I resolve to be a better citizen.  Democracy needs participation, and I have been half-assed if assed at all.  Good citizens need to work at it, to study and to be engaged.  They need to ferret out the facts and be blind to base personal assumptions or ignorance. I resolve to stop the cycle of watching the news, becoming pissed and then endless viewing to see what happens next.  There are other things to do much more rewarding than being on the frontlines of the Second American Civil War.   Combining the first two I resolve to resist stupidity or lies in politics or politicians.  Resist being fed lies.  I further resolve to resist blogging political crap.  The U.S. will right itself, or it won't.  The country will embrace Trumpism or it won't.  The peopl

Here are some pictures I never posted from last summer.  I do so now with the hope it provides readers up North with hope of warmer days. Save of that harsh winter weather for February, please! Again, and always, thanks for stopping by.