Thursday, June 21, 2018

Stros

There were lots of reasons for excitement at Minute Maid Park last night.  
First, everyone who bought a ticket got a replica of the Astros World Series Ring.  
Second, for me anyway, was that Nathan Eovaldi was pitching for the Rays.  
Evo is the first pitcher from my old high school in Alvin to pitch in the majors since Nolan Ryan.  He did pretty well until the sixth inning, then George Springer, Alex Bregman and Jose Altuve hit back-to-back-to-back home runs - the first time that's happened since 2008. It was Altuve's second homer of the game to go with a double.
The final score - Houston 5, Tampa Bay 1 - made the Astros the first team in the majors to earn 50 wins in 2018.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Purple

When I went to the store the other day, I was looking for something different - something to add a little variety to our diet.  They had a bin of really nice looking purple cabbage, so I bought one.  
We cooked it tonight  and I'll have to admit I was disappointed.
It died the serving bowls blue, and it was almost tasteless.
I may check recipes, but I probably won't be buying it again.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Three

Night time ought to be for sleeping, but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with the damndest thoughts on my mind.  Last night was one of those nights.
For some weird reason, I woke up thinking about the different words that all mean a group of three.


You and you and me – a simple group of three

We might be a threesome or a trinity

The choice of terms may vex,

Since one implies kinky sex,

While the other hints at divinity.

But wait – I forgot to add

We might belong to a triad

The connotations stretch to infinity

Monday, June 18, 2018

Call It Dirt

If you saw my last couple of posts, you know I had a busy and somewhat strenuous weekend, so it came as no surprise that I woke up stiff and a little achy this morning.
At least some of that is a symptom of laziness.  When you fall into a sedentary lifestyle, any unusual exercise will remind you, and you are often surprised that activities that used to be easy have become difficult.
I'm afraid, though, that at least some of my twinges are the result of age. I know that they say age is a state of mind, but it is also a chronological condition that only grows more acute as years go by.
So, just how old am I?  
About a dozen years ago, I had a student tell another technician in my class at the time, "He's the guy who told God to name it dirt."

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Pantry Door


Today's Honey-do project.
The pantry door in our utility room has been floppy for longer than I care to admit.  The top two hinges were broken, and the rest were out of adjustment.  I have been unable to find exact replacements for the hinges, but I finally located some that should work, and they are steel rather than cast aluminum.
Got the door down, the old hinges off and the new hinges installed on the door.  All that's left is holding it in place while I mount it to the pantry.
Decided to post this while I'm taking a break.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Ties

No post yesterday.  I was kind of busy.
Honey announced yesterday that she would like to have a shooting  berm here at the Boggy Thicket.
I checked Craigslist and found an almost-local place to get old railroad ties at a good price.  The guy was getting ready to go camping for Father's Day weekend, but said that if I could get there by 2:00 o'clock, he would load me up.  
I got there by 12:30, just in time for a gully washer.  It was raining so hard I almost didn't find the place, but he loaded a bundle of 12 ties on the trailer and I was back home before 2:00.
I had unloading all figured out.  I would tie the load to a tree and just drive out from under them.  Of course, that would have been too easy.  The binding broke and the load shifted to one side, so I was forced to unload them one at a time.
Railroad ties are heavy! A check on line says they weigh from 145 to 200 lbs. apiece.  Old ones probably weigh less, but not much.
It didn't take long - I had unloaded two - for me to decide I was getting too hot and was through for the day.  
Honey was afraid that I was going to hurt myself, or make myself sick, so she called Ernest Graff and he came by and helped me unload the rest this morning.  Actually, he did almost all of the work, acting as protective of me as an old mother hen.
We sure are going to miss that man.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Dry

Supposed to be a lot of rain here at the old Boggy Thicket this weekend, but in the meantime it's just hot and dry.
So dry that at dawn this morning we had an owl in the birdbath.