Sunday, May 26, 2013

Government hoarding ammunition

Undoubtedly, you've read about the new 3D printers that can make automatic weapons. Undoubtedly.

But have you read the government is stockpiling toner!

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Back yard beauties

Lyn Ellen brought these back to life. The aphids were winning when we moved in.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Bartender. I'll have another

It has come to my attention there are some skeptics out there who question yesterday’s discussion about the healing power of the folk remedy involving gin-soaked golden raisins. For those doubters, I suggest an alternative – a package of Tom’s salted peanuts poured into the top of a Dr. Pepper. Shaken, not stirred.


Monday, May 13, 2013

White lightning and raisins

This is no joke. All I know is, it worked for both of us.  And we would like to pass it on to our older friends: gin-soaked golden raisins have relieved the pain of bursitis and arthritis – and walking is fun again. Clink.

Bursitis in our hips had become such a problem that we could barely tolerate the pain involved in walking to the corner and back. Our hips would lock up and hurt so much it made you mention your mother. Furthermore, my hands would ache as I was waking up every morning. I couldn’t make a fist, grip a hammer or squeeze the trigger of a semi-automatic. Not that I wanted to.

Yesterday, we went on the bus tour of the waterfalls, which required a little walking, not much, but enough to worry me. Could we enjoy the getting in and out of the bus and walking on uneven mountain paths to get just the right photo? Wouldn’t it be awful if we began to hurt and had to just sit in the bus with our noses pressed to the window like mournful hounds.

Lo. About half way through the tour we looked at each other with big smiles. We were walking again. Without a lot of pain. Barely any pain.

Maybe it will work for you. Hope so. Works faster for some people. Not at all for others.

Here’s how to brew up a jug. I don’t like gin so I buy mid-range priced pints to cut the bite. The guy at the liquor store says the little old ladies buy the good stuff.

Scoop up enough golden raisins to fill a 24 oz. Jar. Pour in a pint of gin. Tsk, tsk -- all of it. Refrigerate. And let ferment for 10 days. Then start spooning up 8-12 raisins every evening at bedtime.

Happy trails.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Waterfalls in the DuPont forest, N. Carolina

This happens to me a lot.

Yesterday, we took a bus tour of the magnificent waterfalls in the DuPont Forest just outside of town.  If you had been with us, you might have recognized the falls from their movies – Last of the Mohicans and Hunger Games.

Beautiful day. The rains held off but painted the mountains with anticipation. Friendly tour guides and friendly bus drivers. The forest and the falls were nature’s beauty pageant.

As we de-bussed at the final stop, the tour guide, a woman in her 40’s, said to me:” You look familiar. Have we met before?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “Have you ever been in prison?”

(What a great day. I got two grunts and a giggle from an audience of total strangers. However, one of the grunts could have just been gas. It was an older crowd.)

The Mystery Woman and I love taking pictures. We took these.

As you might suspect. 

Friday, May 10, 2013

You want fries with that?

Circa 1959. Lubbock, Texas. This is insider stuff.

The Mystery Woman and I were struggling college students contemplating marriage (which didn’t happen, at least not to each other, but that’s another story).

As the potential man of the house, I took it as my duty to find us a house.

“Honey, honey. I found a good deal on a mobile home parked right behind the hamburger stand.” This was way before manufactured housing, slide-outs and vaulted ceilings. Although there was nice oilcloth in the bath.

We thought about it and demurred. And for some reason, we broke up and didn’t have contact for nearly 50 years. But we rectified that six or seven years ago.

This morning, I was playing “what if” at breakfast when my bulb flashed, “Honey, we would have that trailer house paid off by now.”

“And we would own the Dairy Queen, too,” she yawned.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Simple pleasures

From our porch -- to yours.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

It's a jungle out there

Views from the porch ...

Monday, May 6, 2013

Can you name this yellow bush?

Help. Does anyone know the name of this shrub? The top leaves stay yellow all year. When we first moved here, I sorta remember a local saying something about this tree having a biblical name because it looks like a burning bush. Anybody?

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Morning dew

Every morning, the hosta cradles all the water drops it can.

But this week, the little plant can take a vacation. Rain is forecast every day.

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