Full Blast to … Crickets
The difference I speak of is the level of noise in our house, which has gone from Fast & Furious in Dolby Surround Sound to distant birds chirping in trees on the far side of an alpine meadow.
Scam O’Clock High
I can’t figure out the scam, but there must be money in it or they wouldn’t be doing it.
A Touch of Red
Well, it was my mail-order bride now, to keep and to care for.
Expensive(r) Hobby Update
I think I’m ready now to stop adding watches to my collection (I hear Donna saying “yeah, right” from the other end of the house).
Way Down Upon the Swanee River …
The title of this post is, of course, from Stephen Foster’s song, “Old Folks at Home.” Which is where we are, thank goodness.
Round Dials
In my day, aircraft instrument panels came with round dials, and lots of ’em.
Cookin’ with Gas
If asked, I’d say Donna and I would rather cook with gas.
Grab Your Ankles, It’s the Monday Update!
“Ankles are deceptively large. Even the pretty delicate-looking ones.”