I don’t know what it is, but it looks hungry. (©image)
In this whiplash world, there’s rode rage (surfacing way too often on multiple subjects) leaving a few hits and misses along the trail, Mr.
Some head spinning buzz just for you. (It’s busy here, so this is as good as the blog gets right now.)
- “Not a shot! Anti-vax movement prompts Brooklynites to withhold inoculations FROM THEIR PETS“ It’s autism. They worry their pet might become autistic. My question is “How would you know?” Most dogs are already pretty ADHD. And cats? They all stare into corners and focus on the tiniest bit of dust no one can see. Neither species seem overly interesting in responding to requests by owners. Seriously.
Sometimes you can see the sun going down. No way of stopping it. (©image)
- Enough Bills already. Hard to focus, but try.
Amid all the foolishness for photo ops and political coin, serious legislation slips by undercover. Currently (hmmm, that’s an appropriate word choice) TX HB199 was introduced during the Special Session of the Texas House. So?
Looks like big business public utility monopolies companies are protecting themselves the little people. We all know how benevolent those giant companies are. Really concerned about income equality and social justice.
Basically this bill means if you have solar panels or wind turbines, the electric company can charge you a fee for simply having and using them. After all, the alternative energy owner produces much of their own electricity using less of theirs, and, therefore, will not be paying their fair share of maintenance of power company equipment/infrastructure/new generating plants. A monthly surcharge fee ($20-$40 a month) or charging solar contractors a fee when they install equipment quickly erases any benefit of buying or using solar/wind systems.
Been done in other states. Where does yours stand?
“Following customer backlash, Wyoming Utility withdraws proposed solar surcharge“
“Kansas utility pursues surcharge on solar customers” It was called “punitive” by solar advocates.
“Arizona OKs rate hike, new fees for solar customers.“
Anti-Net Metering campaign by Utah Solar Energy Association (facts), Utah Clean Energy: Analysis of net metering proposal “Rocky Mountain Power proposed new net–metering fees and bill increases specifically for solar customers. Collectively, RMP’s proposal threatens to stall further rooftop solar development in Utah.”
Public Service Co. of New Mexico proposed solar fees ranging from about $20 to $35 a month, and Wisconsin utility We Energies had similar fees approved.
“Eversource rate case poses woes for solar projects” Massachusetts. (July 19, 2017)
“Utilities wage campaign against rooftop solar.” (Washington Post, March 7, 2017)
“Nevada Energy CEO: Solar has gotten a Free Ride on the Grid” He asks, How fair is it that non-solar customers, mostly the poor who cannot afford solar panels, pay for most of the infrastructure everyone uses? (Similar argument of electric/hybrid car owners who use little or no gasoline so they don’t pay gas taxes which are used for road construction and maintenance.)
“Nevada solar industry collapses after state lets power company raise fees.” Read to understand potential. Recent adoption by Utah’s legislature of Solar Bill of Rights (2017) is now reversing the punishment of solar panel owners.
“Rooftop solar dims under pressure from Utilities Lobbyists.” (Times, July 8, 2017)
“Why is the Electric Utility Industry fighting solar customers?” (July 21, 2017)
Chasing rainbows on the wall. It don’t bother me at all. (©image)
Yep, in public and in front of cameras, benevolent electric companies urge customers to “Go, go green and save the environment! Even if rates are more expensive!” But in private they are doing their darndest to squash individuals attempting to install solar panels or wind turbines. Could put the brakes on alternative energy progress.
Gosh darn. Let’s dance square to the hysteria about bathrooms.
- Now if that don’t give you a headache, the darn LED lights we are being pushed to use will. (As I said, too many bills missing with us)
Hitting you with all of this is pretty hard, so before I run, I’ll leave a little energetic fun.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
“Yes, periscope, I mean, ears up. Ah, Staff prefers music rather than the business channel. Much more soothing. All they talk about is stock going up and down and I worry all those herding dogs must be getting exhausted. What type of music? Classical pieces by German composers, naturally. Staff is well-trained.” (Image © )
Dear Molly Malamute,
Don’t worry, not hiding.
Although we received that communique from RC Cat, there’s no truth to the rumor that we’re concerned about angry cat attack. She can’t work the front door lever like I can. But that demand letter was pretty cheeky. Here’s a part:
“…although said canines exited the area before the Three Day Fishy Stink Clause was enacted, there has been serious breach of trust. We never approved – or would have allowed – poaching of Staff. We demand Our Staff be released and returned immediately…”
Sigh. We tend to agree with Staff-on-loan that RC is of the Main Loon Cat breed.
She’s either been rollin’ with the mousies in too much catnip or needs the hair plucked out of her ears. She always hears things her own way.
Your reports of her stomping around yowling “treason” is quite humorous – but I advise staying clear of those Paws of Fury at this time.
RC Cat of the Realm, “Train your own. This one is Ours.” (image ©)
More exerts from The Letter:
“…any negotiations concerning loan of Staff was to be differed to a later time as We were too busy stuffing our face with other pressing duties of The Realm….We cannot imagine why you need substitute Staff just because yours is ill. Probably faking it, in Our opinion. You and your sidekick Ella Enchanted, should be able to manage. Yes, Yes, We understand the fairly new addition of The Little Person with Great Demands belonging to your Person seems to be very needy. If Ella can learn to “sit’ and “stay” that high maintenance little one should be able to also. Honestly, what is wrong with using a crate for him? If crates are good enough for canines, why not this small human? He would just need a little one! We give permission to borrow Our traveling crate. There. Problem solved…. You, German, are quite good at burying, so a litter box and you monitoring that facility should be sufficient for keeping the stinky down. No need for Staff to be there at all….
Such attitude, right?
Cats are such advocates of early Boxing of Children rather than letting them free range.
Ella and I are quite excited that Little Person is up and moving on all fours now. Copying us, no doubt. Yes, we are proud to be models of activities.
But he still needs some guidance that water bowls are not splash pads and our food is not for throwing.
I are quite grateful Staff could temporarily visit until Little Person’s Day Keeper was well.
“Oh, my. He’s headed towards the fireplace. Will Staff intercept or will I have to leap to the rescue? Oh, whew. Worry dogs me constantly.”(image©)
Without help, I must be constantly vigilant and it is exhausting.
As the RC Canine of this Realm I must stay far enough away to let The Little Person room to safely explore, yet close enough to intercept Ella who wants to lick his face clean…here I must agree with RC Cat. Ella Enchanted may proclaim she is helping Little Person with personal appearance awareness, when actually she simply want a taste of how the other half eats. I fear Ella is too wild an influence at this point. She keeps grinning and muttering “Raised by wolves…”
The other day I was so tired and nervous I found the handle of a small riding toy in my mouth. Do not worry. I caught myself quickly – but once addicted to chewing, it is a constant battle to fight.
“Be strong, German. Chewing addiction has bad consequences…like having no soft bed because you gutted it. Hey, only 4 of them. I was young and foolish!” (Image ©)
Borrowed Staff allows relinquishing of constant guardianship.
We all welcome nap time..which seems to rapidly be diminishing.
What luck Winter is coming! Hopefully I shall be able to escape return to outdoor patrol in cooler weather.
In closing, I wish to again thank you and your Realm for allowing us a doggy sleepover.
This week enjoy snuggling on the couch with your Staff who is in bad need of resting up now, so wipe your own feet when coming inside, OK?
Please talk RC Cat out of thrashing Staff with those punishing paws. I must remember to show you how to open the front for with that lever so the you can encourage RC Cat to explore the Outer Realm when she becomes totally annoying. Squirrels could teach her a thing or two…Still proud how you picked up that counter surfing trick so quickly…you are wise to practice when Staff is not in the room.
Yours in fur,
The German.
Peace for paws
(Confused? No serious German Shepherd would leave you that way: Meet The German, Ella Enchanted, The Molly, and RC Cat here. More about the Boxing of the Children here and here.)
Paws current. Is it real or is it Memorex? (©image)
Afterward, there’s blinks and wondering as images blur “Did that happen or was it only a mirage?”
Shadows can lie – and cover up things…like dark conspiracies that can dog…
“Hey, let’s huddle by the door and surprise the leaf blower guy coming this way. He’ll totally freak if we bark frantically and lunge at the glass.”Dogs have their own sense of humor. (©image)
The biggest joke of all?
Thinking “Oh, having a couple of extra dogs around for a couple of days will be fun and give Molly Malamute, who has been stuck inside during the extreme heat, some entertainment.”
Dunderheads.
It was a bit like having a herd of buffalo in the house.
Invitees included The German and her young side-kick-in-training, Ella.
Some blog readers remember The German who we fostered several years ago when she needed a quiet, safe, secure location to recover from job related PTSD.
Yes, dogs can have PTSD. She also needed a hideout until some who threatened to harm her because of her skills were neutralized. We became quite fond of her. So fond that we insisted she stay with us instead of a boarding kennel when necessary and, of course, she could never travel crated on a plane. As a result we’ve taken multiple road trips delivering The German to Her Person’s new location – even flying in to act as substitute associate when needed. (The German simply does not understand kennel life. Even the nice ones. She quickly located the camera and stuck her face right in front guilt tripping everyone with “Why did you leave me here? There’s only dogs. There has been a horrible mistake.” Make not doubt. German Shepherds are very smart.)
The first post in The German’s Saga is here (her arrival) with other tales here (tiny steps to relaxing ), here (getting to know the neighbors) and here (she has something against plaid), here (she returns to Her Person), and here (dealing with fire alarms in her fancy high-rise digs..)
“Hey, look. Humans beat around the bush all the time. So let’s try it. You take the high brushy road and I’ll take the low turf road, and I’ll get the fence line before you!”(© image)
The German’s adopted companion, Ella Enchanted, has come a long way in a year. Rescued from dire circumstances, half-starved, and in terrible condition, she’s flourishing under The German’s guidance. “Flourishing” is The German’s kind way of saying Ella has far too much energy and enthusiasm now. (Ella Enchanted’s forever home arrival here)
The sleep-over invitation was quickly accepted.
Win-win-win!
Molly’s bundled up energy makes her a good match for Ella. (And Molly is large enough to push her around when Ella gets too wild.)
Ella gets a workout session with one closer in age.
And The German can get a moment’s peace. She’s getting a few grey hairs on her muzzle now, and would simply like to have a chance to sit on the couch without a dog barking at her to get up and play.
The pool opens at 6 am. “Quick hop in before the large girl shows up and slops all the water out.” (© image)
Only Staff is not in the winning circle…you know how there is little actual sleep in “sleep-over”.
We always separate them at night: Molly in the back (where RC Cat lectures her on what an inconvenience her friends are) and the two others in a doggy bunk room..well, actually roaming the rest of the house. No, crates didn’t work. EVERYONE mumbles, mutters, shuffles, and bumps around LOUDLY. It was worse. Ella rolled her crate completely over once.
With enough exercise and a little bed time snack, they usually crash out and sleep.
You know how it is. Just when it gets quiet, there’s a little voice, “Mom, I need to potty….I need out or else…”
The plan is get them up early when it’s cool-ish (88F.) and to keep them busy.
Works for The German who is wild-eyed and ready to romp at 5:30 am.
Molly, not a morning dog at all, struggles up so she won’t be left out of the fun.
“Let the children dog paddle awhile. I’m the only one who knows where I’ve hidden all the tennis balls.”(© image)
While the younger dogs joust and dig holes, it’s adult swim time at the pool. She’s such a lady.
“Wait, funny the tricks of memory. I remember the pool being somewhat larger.”(© image)
“This is not working. I was promised a pool party, not a splash pad. Sigh. But a polite guest doesn’t complain. I shall just be content cooling my heels for a while.” (© image)
“You’re right. It does taste different after she’s been in it.(© image)
“You don’t think she heard that, do you?”(© image)
The German is formidable even at her age in retirement. Stand her next to a typical dog is like parking a Hummer next to a Ford Fiesta.
She’s old school German Shepherd – not the modern version that is ridiculously down in the butt like the best of breed show dog here: “German Shepherd dogs dying in misery due to intensive breeding“.
I don’t like my Quarter Horses/ Cutting horses carrying their heads inches from the ground. Maybe great for working cattle in a show ring, but in real pastures, there’s more to watch out for than dirt – like that charging bull out of the corner of your eye or that ornery cow taking her calf off down the gully.
And I don’t like my German Shepherds looking like they’ve been hit and injured in the rear.
“Childish remarks are nothing..This grass tickles me and I know who I am. Standing proud – and listening for the Fed-Ex truck. Brown brings out the growl in us. Maybe Staff is right. Perhaps relocating indoors might be a good idea..” (© image)
“I’ll trade two tennis balls and a doormat for the spot under the ceiling fan”. (© image )
“And now it all seems like a lovely dream.” (© image)
And the world returns to as normal as it gets around here.
Damage reports have stopped coming in:
One instruction manual mistakenly left on the coffee table was apparently lifted and attempted to be deciphered over night. I’m sure Ella mistakenly thought it was recyclable material for parade confetti.
A few bushes stomped and ripped trimmed awkwardly by Molly and Ella during lizard hunts. That tender plumeria’s crushing is totally understandable. After all it was hiding a major attack route into the behind the hedge path. Who puts a plant in the middle of the runway?
There was that little incident in the sunny room’s window sill with the container of cat grass. It is no longer with us. No one is talking about what happened. Although we suspect ninja RC Cat was on a midnight reconnaissance to check on grass security and was intercepted by a sleepless dog wanting to play. We are sure it was a playful event until the crash. No one ever acknowledges spilling dirt.
The paw prints and hundreds of dog hair tumbleweeds were totally expected.
Great relief that the garbage men picked up the loaded, odoriferous trash bag and it didn’t break. (You can’t imagine how much three large happy, healthy dogs getting lots of exercise can produce. Yes, we scoop. The yard can take just so much “enrichment” in this heat…not to mention racing dogs are not real careful about where they step.)
RC Cat has come out of self-imposed seclusion and has signaled she wants a few words with Staff.
If it’s not one paw, it’s another.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
“Dream or nightmare? Of course, it all depends on One’s perspective. Being catty? Yes. We shall chat later. Currently We are busy interrupting the dog’s efforts to catch up on her sleep. What do you mean We seem to be taking far too much pleasure in that? Dunderheads.”And RC Cat resumes her rightful place in the Realm. (©image)
Perfecting skills useful for hunting Humphrey.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Go look for Humphrey. Maybe you can get lined up with him.
You know Humphrey: aloof, the strong silent type, mysterious.
Understandable with his story: left behind before the hurricane, abandoned by those who cared for him.
And outsiders wonder why he looks down on people.
What? Haven’t been formally introduced?
Humphrey is the local version of “Where’s Waldo” on Bolivar Peninsula.
The illusive camel pre-dates Pokémon Go.
For almost a decade, the lone camel has motivated searchers to get gritty with the real world.
Nope, no clues other than to head to Bolivar and start pole jumping.
“Why are people searching for a camel on Bolivar Peninsula?” (Article)
What? You don’t know Bolivar? Catch up here. There’s webcams in this previous post.
But they won’t help you find Humphrey.
Though once you do, you’re honor bound not to reveal where he stands on things.
Cool waves there when you’re done.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Oh, OK. A hint. Why so perched? Like the mountain climbers: because it is there. Dromedary, not camel? Shhh. The Bolivar crowd is a rowdy bunch. One does not dare… (Bolivar Facebook image)
Her royalness RC Cat of the Realm is considerately taking a paws to issue this warning:
“RUN. Run now. Incoming German Shepherds. Quickly move all breakables, mousies, and treats to higher and safer places immediately. Prepare yourself for flinging mud, outside voices inside, and dense fogs of shed dog hair. The storm of dogs is coming.
Never fear. We, in Our abundance of caution for residents of The Realm, have confirmed assurances that these two will conform to The Rule of Fishy Stink. Meanwhile, make sure the survival area is well stocked with catnip mouses and prepare for the long nap.
Be brave and carry on! Carry on those mousies out of here, you Dunderhead. Sigh. Staff is so difficult….the very idea of issuing an invitation …the inconvenience…total upheaval for the Realm….
Oh, yes, yes. We forget Ourselves in the chaos: Audience over. Yes, yes. Paw waves to write home about…
You may leave Our tributes of can food – Not there, you muddle head! It would be dog bowling with cans of cat food if stacked in the usual place. Here. Just leave them turned up on edge and We shall roll the cans to safety Ourselves. Never let it be said that this RC of the Realm will not lend a paw if double trouble imminent…
Adieu and Take care! We shall debrief later.”
I am RC Cat and I approve this message
“OK. Line them up and tell them we’ll be waiting for our dinner tributes at the rear of the vessel.”©
You’ve been there.
All it takes is rolling over and waking up on the wrong side, then nothing goes right.
And snarky people say things like “Well, what did you expect? You should have known.”
Bolivar Peninsula couldn’t rollover and pass out of the way of Hurricane Ike a few years ago. FEMA pictures pretty much tell the tale.
Proof you can build a hurricane proof house if you try. Yellow house sole surviving structure of 2008 Hurricane Ike/Gilchrist, TX.(USPD/Commmons.wikimedia.org)
Wider view of the narrow Bolivar Peninsula devastated by the storm.The peninsula is about 27 miles long, maybe 3 miles wide at the widest point. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
To get you oriented: Bolivar was on the east/worst/dirty side of the rotating hurricane that hit the Texas coast. Bacliff and San Leon, across the Bay on the mainland, also looked like a war zone while the only damage our house (on left edge of the map middle) was a dented gutter from a neighbor’s unsecured board. The main part of Houston is located off the top left corner of this map. Newcomers: please do not evacuate Houston if a storm comes: You are not on the coast, you are on higher ground, and there are no dikes around Houston to fail, so please don’t clog the highways leaving out of fear.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Finding yet another reason to avoid work, we recently decided to check on Bolivar, a trip that is fastest by going to Galveston Island, then taking the Bolivar Ferry to the Peninsula.
Although they run as many as 4 ferries during peak times, the lines can be long with a wait of over two hours – unless you are a Bolivar resident or doctor with a pass or a medical emergency and eligible for the fast lane. (Galveston is the big regional hospital and medical school). Mid week is the time for a rare uncrowded ferry trip across. It’s only a 3 mile ride across.
On the ferry looking back to Galveston Island’s bay side. Left of center is the Regional Medical Center/UTMB Medical School (1891) whose research labs contain samples of the very worst viruses/infectious diseases in the world. Next to the Medical Center complex are the wharfs, cruise ship docks, and ship yard.(image:©)
On the way across Galveston Bay to Bolivar. Incoming ferry on right. Squint at the horizon to see Seawolf Park on Pelican Island with its’ destroyer escort, submarine, and the WWI SS Selma, the largest concrete tanker ever built. Pelican Island was once an immigration entry station. Past the park, a tanker heads into the Ship Channel.(image ©)
A ferry headed to Galveston dock past a tanker with tug boat beside it. This is not an anchorage and unclear why the tanker is sitting there unless disabled. Not an anchorage. Probably empty since the red part on the hull would be under water if loaded. (Image: ©)
Point Bolivar Lighthouse on Bolivar Peninsula, TX. Built in 1872, it’s red brick covered with riveted iron plates and used to be painted with black and white bands. During the 1900 Storm that destroyed Galveston, 125 people sheltered inside this lighthouse and all survived. At one point the strong winds made the structure sway so much that the mechanical parts of the rotating light stopped working. The lighthouse keeper rotated the light by hand the rest of the storm. During the 1915 hurricane, also a devastating one with measured winds of 126 mph, 61 people survived the storm by sheltering there. A 11 foot storm surge broke open the bottom doors and washed away the tanks on the lower level that held the oil for the lamps. The light was dark for two days. In 1918 two cottages on stilts were built for the keeper, his assistant, and their families. Another lighthouse was built in a different location and this one was eventually sold by the government as surplus to the Boyt family (1950-ish). While it remains in the family’s hands and off-limits to the public, it and the cottages are seen in movies. The lamps and the reflector lens were removed and reassembled in the Galveston County Museum. Read more stories about the lighthouse and current owners here (Image:©)
Saying that Bolivar is quirky, eccentric, and often rowdy is an understatement.
The cattle are back grazing in the peninsula’s coastal pastures amid shoulder-tall brush and wetlands.
Birds stand their ground on the roads and question your right to be there.
Fishermen line the jetties.
Colorful new beach houses line up like flocks of square seagulls along the sandy shore which is well known for wild spring breakers, weekend brawls, beaches you can still drive your car on, and lots rental beach houses.
New beach houses. Owning a beach house sounds wonderful until memories of September storms surface. Maybe beach houses are like horses: best if your neighbor has one and is willing to share.(boliverpeninsulatexas.com)
The Peninsula, named for the South American hero, Simón Bolívar, has a history is just as colorful as the new houses:
Shipwrecks, explorers, smugglers, pirates holding huge parties in the groves of giant oak trees, Native American and ancient burial grounds (and the state’s desperate efforts to keep people from carrying off early artifacts), the Audubon Society’s Bird Sanctuary, not to mention the recent bitter fight over Rollover Pass between the state, fishermen, and land owners (The pass originally got the name as ship captains/smugglers slipped goods past Galveston’s customs stations during Spanish rule and later during Prohibition. Barrels and goods – exports and imports – were secretly rolled across the narrow land to the transportation waiting on the opposite side.)
All that for another post…when it’s cooler and less crowded.
Meanwhile, view Bolivar’s webcams here.
On the ferry returning to Galveston. We did see the local dolphins dancing along side not far from here. Bolivar’s rock jetty is a favorite with fishermen. Behind them are tankers waiting in the gulf’s anchorage before entering Ship Channel to Houston’s port. (Image ©)
Yep, not even August and the heat is on here: 103 – 107 F. heat index. Good news and bad news:
Forecasters say that the huge plumes of fine Saharan dust blowing westward across Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf prevents tropical storm development.
So despite the extreme heat and the very warm waters, smooth sailing here so far. (But please pass the eye wash and tissues. I prefer my sand under a beach towel.)
Rollin’ over with waves from the sands
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Galveston’s bay side as seen from ferry. Buildings left to right: Coast Guard Station, UTMB Medical in center, right is Seawolf Park – and at the far right edge is a large number of jack up oil rigs waiting for refurbishing or to be towed out to a job site in the Gulf of Mexico. Oh, squint and you’ll see it all. I’m more into actually being there than walking around with a camera stuck in front of my face and struggling to get perfect pictures HAHA! (Image:©)
Is this a test? Have pity; it’s summer. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
It’s a “Where’s Waldo” type joke that will take a little effort.
The pressure’s on.
Snort when you see it.
Feel free to smirk or roll eyes.
Welcome sign has its’ heart in the right place at top left. (ch 13 news)
Somehow the sign works.
Tweets have prepared us.
“What? You know what it means. So?”
Alternative explanation: English is a complicated language to learn.
Language, so nimble. Appears to have strong a self-preservation instinct,
Diversity cornered. (© image)
Past our favorite Thai and sushi places is this eclectic corner.
Typical Texas: Louisiana on one side and Mexico on the other. Throughout history.
Pemex is the Mexican state-owned petroleum company. You may or may not have the green and red in your neighborhood. Yet.
People think Louisiana crawfish, but it’s also a local item here. Mudbugs are crammed in coolers and hauled back and forth between states depending on season and availability. (I do not eat them. Anything I poked as a kid with sticks in holes in the ground are not on my menu. Same “Nope, please take mine” level as squirrel.)
You are now free to smile and move about the universe.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Dog bone shaped toy for those driven. They’ll be doggone. Instrument display of new Mustang GT 500. (Ford.com)
Such a tease.
Like a stripper revealing just a little bit – a suggestion of what is to come – and dropping a few staged hints.
Trick to decode what is real and what is merely come-on.
Numbers shaping a mystery in Ford’s instrument cluster picture:
- 1964.5 First Mustang came out as half-year 1964 model. (First Shelby in 1965)
- 289 The cubic inch engine displacement of the first Mustang V8.
- 7 – 55 Possibly the horsepower of the new Shelby Mustang GT500 expected to be introduced in 2018, out in 2019.
- 11:17:11 Could this be the date and exact time for the big Mustang reveal? (Where’s a major car show then?)
Rumors’ not running on empty.
Gearheaded urban myths – like playing Beatles’ tunes backwards?
You auto know better.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Arizona scheming. Nothing like those scorching hot metal clam-shaped patio chairs (Which are now retro trendy. Humans are slow learners.) (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
The lettering on the motel signs was small, but that was serious motivation to improve reading skills.
We quickly learned the difference between when traveling the steamy Southwest. Even whizzing by too fast and almost delirious from a day in a hot car.
(Fool me once, shame on you, sneaky adult. Fool me twice…)
We were convinced that “air cooled” wasn’t. Only a ploy to trick travelers into a place that should be passed by.
Everyone had criteria.
Mom wanted a kitchenette. And maybe a washateria close.
Dad, parking right at the door for hauling stuff in and out of the car. And a cafe serving early morning coffee next door.
We looked for signs of “pool” and “air conditioning”. Never “air cooled.”
Air coolers were metal, water-filled rattling contraptions that acted like they were actually doing something.
To us, if humidity isn’t taken out of the air, it ain’t cool no matter how much air is blowing.
Might as well stay in the tent and save money. (And tolerate insane suggestions of “Imagine being on an iceberg floating in the Arctic…” Moms sometimes ask too much.)
Many survival skills are acquired during road trips.
Close, but no yucca, New Mexico. (USPD./Commons.wikimedia.org)
Tired of sweltering while camping out (either by choice or by hurricane…) or environmentally mug about solar? Possible answer boxed up with DIY air conditioning.
(We will ignore the environmental damage made by creating plastics, dyes, batteries, and manufacturing…)
At least this one won’t rust. Not guaranteeing you won’t get a mildew-ish smell after a while. But in a pinch…
Freezing ice in 2 liter bottles is our choice for storm prep for extending fridge life during hurricanes. They stack well. Just don’t fill the bottle all the way up to allow for expansion by the ice. Replace cap after freezing keeps the water in the bottle as it melts.
Less mess is cool.
We are scheduled to host both The German and her sidekick in training, Ella, shortly.
Molly Malamute is thrilled. The extreme heat has her housebound and bored.
Determinedly relocating her toy stash into her nighttime safe zone in preparation, though. They have to be separated at night. You know how sleepovers get out of control quickly.
RC Cat of the Realm insists the K-9 guests would enjoy sleeping out under the stars. Hot? Phiff. She’s suggesting this blue box as a chilling solution instead of the living room couch.
Must also locate what The German calls the largest water bowl in the world for desperate redirection of excessive energies splashdowns and sloshes. There’s the week ahead to batten down the hatches get ready…and plead with the rain gods to have pity on us.
Sweating the mother of detention.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
If it doesn’t cool one room, how can it cool a whole house? Maybe in some dryer universe. But as a little kid it was fun pouring jars of water into one an ancient uncle had in his farm house – until it rusted out. I think it was mainly there to entertain small guests or to make such a racket that it kept unwanted critters away. (Nevit/Commons.wikimedia.org)
It was unclear whether to grab a slicker or a spoon. What was cooking? It sounded messy.
Darting across the satellite map, pointing at grey images moving directly towards each other, the weather guy announced, “The clouds will congeal about here so don’t get caught unaware.”
So maybe I should hire a gravy boat?
Despite many dreary summer offerings, entertainment is still available – from the original source, Life.
You can’t make this stuff up.1939 Explorer and author Commander Gatti and his International Jungle Truck. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Who’s Who of clueless: a familiar plot of universal meaning staged in a local Thai restaurant during lunch:
Casting includes a young, casually dressed dad with a wide smile and a preteen girl with swinging, blond pony-tail and shouldered backpack. She’s seems to have spent the morning at some sort of lessons or camp before being picked up by Dad who seems thrilled to spend some father-daughter time together.
When the waitress leads them to a table with two chairs facing two other chairs against the wall, the young girl swings her backpack over the back of a wall seat as the dad picks up some napkin wrapped utensils and sits down in the chair next to her against the wall.
Her pony tailed stopped swinging. She, appalled, loudly whispered, “What are you doing?” Looked around in embarrassment.
“I’m sitting next to you so we can talk,” he grinned – totally oblivious to her discomfort.
He continued to chat amicably as she snorted, gave multiple eye rolls, jerked her backpack off the chair back and flopped dramatically into a chair on the other side of the table. Not opposite her dad, but opposite the empty chair.
Doubt she realized how amused her dad was. With twinkling eyes he just kept grinning and chatting away while she willed herself invisible.
I think he’s got a chance of surviving the teen years. You know the old saying: “Only thing meaner than a 13-year-old girl is a 14-year-old girl.” (It’s written down somewhere. I know it is.)
And now for the big finish: a cute little one. (Joy comes complete with Uggs?)
After a two year weight, Joy arrived.
She and her mom, Shanti, are already helping to support and protect elephants in the wild.
Serving up a weekend’s worth of smiles
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
And the Back to School ads are already starting:
We’ve come a long way, Baby. Learning environment is important, Pretty. The leopard shoes got cut off, sorry.(Kate Spade Back to School ad.)
“Unwanted guests? Tell them to go inside, shut the drapes, and lock the dog door. Just leave the burgers on the grill.” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Overlooked in the relocation packet: “Not a species majority area.”
Nervous, for multiple reasons, the question haltingly came out, “Where does the family of midgets live on the block?”
It wouldn’t have been neighborly to laugh.
Her husband traveled – and she drank more than a wee bit.
The brief flash of “Was that eyes peeking in the window?” late at night would startle anyone.
Then the tiny handprints low on the glass windows the next morning must have added concern.
Newcomers to the area love the wooded parcels on the north side, as the wetlands of the south, and the open prairie of the west, but they don’t seem to understand they are moving uninvited into local animals’ living rooms and playgrounds.
Not expecting gators, wild hogs, possums, and coyotes to be sharing their porches, gardens, and swimming pools.
Calls to police and animal control are politely met, but the response is moderate with “Well, they were here first. Don’t feed the gators chicken and don’t leave pet food out. Mind your own business and they’ll mind theirs. We coexist here.”
Here’s a smile from the Fort Bend County Sheriff’s humorous response on Facebook to multiple recent calls about coyotes in the neighborhoods.
Obviously the Sheriff is wise in the ways of Wile E. (Ft.Bend Co.FB/TPWD)
Oh, we did eventually mention to the new neighbor about the very large, handsome, intelligent, Raccoon chevalier and his stylish young wife. He was known to be an excellent provider and husband.
Even so, the neighbors continued to replace the disappearing fish in their fabulously landscaped and stocked pond. Kept muttering about cats and neighbor kids stealing their prize koi….not herd of share the bounty, I guess.
Howl on and hold on to what is yours,
(Listen to videos of Houston’s suburban coyotes howling here , here, and here.)
Sense of humor, always the best response.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
(As has been said, a picture is worth a thousand words so RC Cat of the Realm has recreated the style and stance of our neighborhood raccoon courtier…much to his amazement…)
“He stood well over knee high and frequently left handprints on windows as he peered in to check when the movie Guardians of the Galaxy would be on again. He was quite smug that a relative had a leading role as Rocket.”(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
“Appalling, isn’t it. That cat thinks she’s got it all figured out.”(Kichael Gabler/Commons.wikimedia.org)
“Make haste while ye may. They are still zoned out from The Day of the Pop-pops. Amazon is under favorites and the charge cards are on the table…” (Image: © ALL rights reserved)
Mid-week holidays basically destroys an entire week’s productivity. The human brain loves any excuse to drift off.
Small children and animals waste no time exploiting adults’ bleariness and lackadaisical condition. (That bear opening the fridge, for example.)
Natural balance and brain order resets next Monday with a routine week.
Not routine: Big earthquake in Montana along the axis of the Intermountain Seismic Belt
Best tweet coming out afterwards by Sean Ryan of Butte, “Now that everyone in Montana is awake from that earthquake … you guys want to play Monopoly or something?”
- In Glacier National Park, Better stirred, not shaken, James.
- Independence Record “5.8 magnitude earthquake rattles Helena area.”
- Yellowstone National Park, a bit over 200 miles away, sits over a supervolcano that could wipe out a good bit of the U.S. if it erupted. Should we worry?
- Should scientists reconsider how they think about mid-continent earthquakes? Some experts say they should be looking at these faults and quakes like Whack-a-mole: never in the same place twice.
Not routine: 2 weeks ago there was only a 1 foot dirt circle around the tree. Last year this hyper-vine topped the pine tree and had to be hacked into submission each week. Note the aggressive tendrils sticking out threateningly. Residents are requesting a caution sign…If a small child wanders too close…We will know where to start looking when the Amber Alert is issued. ©
Desperately hoping this doesn’t become routine: Prime time news anchors doing arts and crafts on the air.
- Seriously? Yep, Big time city news: how to wrap a toilet paper roll in construction paper, add a balloon, and confetti to make “safe fun kid-safe firecracker”. Maybe we accidentally turned on Sesame Street by accident. No? Oh.
- Not a mention of the dire chaos in Venezuela (Zuckerberg are you paying attention to that?) or the 11,155 people murdered in 5 months in Mexico. Not a whisper of the North China sea island controversy.
- Lots of time for giggles over artsy project. Lovely.
What goes up routinely comes down. What if it’s not the guns people are actually attracted to, but the loud noises those make? Save lives: Toss them fireworks instead..and a designated spot to use them.
- “Celebratory gunfire”.…””It’s bad judgment, a lot of alcohol, probably a mixture of the both,” Deputy Tom Gilliland said.”
- Close call with celebratory Fourth of July gunfire.
Loud noises and wacky behavior seem routine for smoldering July.
Naps. I suggest naps for all until things shake out.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Plum craziness fits right now. (And, yes, I want one.)
“We can just catch a few while waiting for the light to change.” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
So does my car need water wings or a fishing pole hatch?
Ponding, Weather Guy?
Ponds are idyllic scenes with ducks – always ducks. And stuff like fish, lily pads, and, oh, OK, a water moccasin or gator locally.
“Ponding” describing roads is not helpful unless the car is stolen or GPS is feeling ornery.
“I don’t know how they can ticket me. Who can even see the crosswalk?” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Why abandon these for road conditions:
- Slick roadways with hydroplaning possible
- Puddles possible on the road
- High water in low spots
- “Turn around, don’t drown” flooding.
For “ponding” I don’t know if to pack a small umbrella, carry shoes to change into at the door, or don full foul weather boat gear and hip waders
Would be delightful to get some practical info – even if it’s not academic or technical.
Could blame lack of vocabulary for word oddities, but it’s trendy to be clever or to suggest some vague, unwarranted connections.
I love ponding. We can take a picnic lunch and the dogs can swim. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Audi has an interesting recent commercial featuring a small boy being chased in the snow by bullies.
Winner! “Bullies” is an attention grabber, right? (Although bordering on yawn with the theme seen too often.)
Gets the viewers emotionally empathizing with the underdog kid. Keeps them engaged during the whole commercial. (Snow scene on a hot day doesn’t hurt either.)
But wait, there’s more!
First, to the viewer’s ear, the two words Karma (as in “you’re gonna get yours down the road.”) and Carpe (as in the commonly said “Carpe diem – seize the day”) sound interchangeable if you’re not fully paying attention. And who is these days? The two words sound the same at the start.
Easy to mis-hear.
Besides with Twitter briefness and over zealous Spell Check, the “Seize the day” Carpe phrase is close enough to easily transform into “Seize the moment!” for their marketing campaign.
Wondering though if the kid really shows an understanding of Karma as he turns to get his revenge. Question: is the car Fate, the cavalry come to the rescue, or simple disinterested coincidence as is its’ nature. Not exactly a naturally following, although it could be close enough.
Oddly, Audi has their protagonist yelling out the name of another car company’s car model at a key, high interest moment. (Fisker Karma now the Wanxiang’s Karma Revero).
You can sort through it all yourself or just enjoy the drive by.
Rain or shine.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
No, Dunderheads. It’s hold the shells up to your ears. (D.C.Nelson/FB)
It wasn’t Bart Simpson she feared. It was those who cooed, “Quiet. You’ll just sleep with the fishes – with the others.”
So she huddled down – under the dirty socks and crusty burlap.
Willing to brave the damp seeping inch by inch as if it wanted to sample what was promised.
Trying to suffocate her involuntary coughs from the motor fumes as it sourly rattled on.
The childlike hand once sought, now cold; heartless.
“Doll Face” not the term of endearment she thought.
“Don’t lose your head when you get there!” That had sailed right past her, too.
Oh, why did they pick smoldering-eyed, beguiling NOLA instead of the shallow, flirty “What happens here, stays here” Vegas?
And they said she was all washed up.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
The strange object in the top picture washed up on Bolivar’s Gulf Coast beach a few days ago.
Speculation’s running rampant:
A doll lost during a past hurricane who, like loyal lost puppy is trying to make its’ way home? Part of a Halloween costume. Perhaps you prefer something darker like a voodoo doll? Sacrifice by terrified boaters. There’s always the vicious brother tormenting his sister by ripping the doll out of her hands, and doll overboard! Maybe, even more bizarre , a campsite marker from 2007.
Or possibly only the opening scene of some horror story yet to come….
The sea is slow to reveal her secrets
She sure sells those sea shells, though.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
That ought to keep them guessing. She’s something of a drip, but once you get past the creepiness… (USPD/Commons,.wikimedia.org)
Oh, Happy Asteroid Day!
Rocks rock at any altitude for perspective and attitude. Merry on now. Have a great weekend.
“Keep looking. I heard rumors of a some striking gold over there.. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Stuff of the same cloth.
Common warp and woof in life.
Those wearing the same shirt. Noticed and acknowledged with the like-soul nod.
Has to be a conscious – a thoughtful, free-will choice to be a bro.
Not the mandatory shirt of a job.
Or the one handed out by HR before that mandatory “volunteer” event (with company image boosting photo shots) .
Qualifying shirts motivates a small nod, a recognition of camaraderie if a wearer spots another in a crowd. It’s a secret club thing.
Concert shirts. Costly, but tickets forever to the Shirt Brotherhood.
Maybe the ones on America’s Cup sailing teams qualifies since none of them would be there for the punishment except by choice.
The ones at summer camps are iffy….
Summer is reunion time for the loosely disorganized Shirt Bros.
You see T-shirts count as wardrobe instead of being useless souvenirs destined for garage sales.
Collectibles worth cramming in the duffel.
Real T-shirt connoisseurs stride past the garish cheap tourist shirts crowding the front of stores.
Searching instead for artful, unique, local color.
Don’t want to see it at every buffet and cafe table.
As elusive as the Seven Cities of Cibola.
Like cats, with proper care they last for years. Fading only increases their value.
We begged for predictable chain hamburgers instead of plate lunches and local color of cafes. At least there was air conditioning – a real lure for tourists.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Even if you do….
During one of many trips to Colorado, Boulder to be exact, Senior Staff was thrilled to encounter a rare, locally created T-shirt with “the perfect regional design.” Aesthetic in meaning and image.
So unusual he bought 2 – in different colors.
As the shirt is wardrobe, it did get worn a few days later down the road. (You never immediately wear them in the location of purchase. It’s a Bro rule written down somewhere).
We were grabbing a quick breakfast before hitting the road when a father and son passed out table. The son, not so quietly, elbowed his father and blurted out “Look, Dad, he’s got on my shirt.”
Yep, the 5-year-old kid was correct. In the same color.
I didn’t dare laugh.
Silence of the Shirt, Bro.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Wash and wear: mountain appeal never fades. (Vintage postcard of Bear Lake in Rocky Mt. Nat. Park. USPD/Commons.wikimedai.org)
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