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Tuesday Tidbits

Tuesday Tidbits is a compendium of things I have either done or seen this week.  It is also stuff found while browsing the internet this week.   It may or may not reflect my feelings on any topic.   






This old Mechanics Illustrated picture is closer to reality than one might imagine: think laptop.  


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Brendan always teased Missy with fake tosses.  Jerk.

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“Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.”
— Albert Camus, The Fall


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Something weird happened a couple days ago. Whizzy and I had just finished our 3 mile, 4:00 am walk.  We had just re-entered Death Valley and decided to wander up to the Clubhouse and get the mail.  I saw lights down the road but didn't think much of it.  Then it started honking.  And honking.  And honking.  Why don't you just get out of the car and go up and knock on the door?  When I approached I saw the car was parked in front of the Clubhouse and no one's house.  There was something out by the curb (it was garbage day) and I said, "There's no one here.  It's closed."  There was a lady behind the wheel of one of those cube looking Kia Soul cars, and she pointed to the junk and said something like if it was able to be taken.  I said "Might as well lay off the horn, the only people around here are all asleep.  There's no one here, or at the office.  Stop honking."   Jesus.  People.


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I want this guy as my doctor.



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Kenzie, Drew and the Kids went to Sea World last weekend.  (Dear Kenze, Invite your Old Man next year.)


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Mrs. Wombie fell down and broke her hip.  She is fine but will be healing up for the next few weeks.  I bought her a book to read while convalescing:  Freefall.

Get well, soon.  We have roads to trip.


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This is a short vid of Whizzy at the dog park.  Four brown dogs.  Whizz is the smallest one.  She is pretty much shoved around but she holds her own.  Her runtness will never allow her to be much bigger than she is, but, dammit, she holds her own.  And that's all you can ask for.  






Being around others dogs brings out the worse in her.  But she has fun and its good for her sociability.  

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We went to The Villages last weekend to see the current Mrs. Blythe's relatives and it is an amazing place.  Not so sure it is good amazing. Just amazing.  157,000 people live there and they complete 195 new homes every month.  Everyone is filthy rich.

Confusing layout, more golf carts than cars, look out your front window and see 15 neighbor's front yards. Look out your back window and see 15 neighbor's back doors.   

Couldn't pay me to live there. Well, wait.  How much?  

Stepford Village.  

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Till next week.  

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