Since conditions shut down my plan for weekend bike excursions, I’ve been looking ahead to other adventure. When I say I want to spend more weekends at home, I mean in anticipation of other, longer trips out of town. One of the items I’ve looked at is a trip to Savannah, Georgia. It is around twice the distance to Orlando or a little more. it is not really a tourist destination. Savannah fits my criteria for traveling. I have no idea what there is to see and do. Toward that end, I’m re-reading “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”. The architecture sounds worth seeing but otherwise the book gives me the impression the only single women in the city are over sixty and who consider gossip just shy of a religion. The city claims a lot of firsts but then again, it was one of the first cities at the time. Since then, not much appears to have happened. Seems to me I did see it on the horizon when I drove here in 1999.
Today I was on an unsuccessful hunt for printer toner. This got me around town for a few exhausting hours. Speaking of shopping, I see a spice jar of dill weed is over five bucks. Not only is that outrageous, the product would be long dried out trying to use up that amount. Time to start my own herb garden, I mean dill really is a weed. I should not speak too fast, I’m judging that by a plant I grew up around called dill, there was always a few stalks of it in the back yard. It smelled like dill. What if it is a different genus altogether?
We noticed how the city cut down three large and beautiful shade trees across the street [from the shop]. At first we thought hurricane damage control, term used locally when the city wants to do as it pleases. That is, until they were replaced by Master Meters (parking ticket dispensers). There has never been a day when all the parking spots on this street are even a quarter full, but that does not stop the sumbitches from trying.
In an unusual incident, this lady in the shop today started crying. She often comes in with her expensive laptop and uses the spare Ethernet plug. It turns out she has been trying for weeks to send pictures via e-mail. That is one of those tasks that you can spend hours trying to figure out but could learn in five minutes if somebody shows you. At the shop, we are well aware of this, she was not. She never said anything, so when we showed her, she broke down. People react in a variety of ways when they first learn the true vastness of the gap created by computers.
Research on Pudding-Tat, a.k.a. the “Poopmeister” tells me that cats require five times as much protein as dogs. I never knew that, but does it explain the “Litterbox Paradox”? How does a skinny cat that won’t eat fresh salmon produce her own body weight of clumps and pellets every week? I guess it is one of those things we’ll never know. But part of her upcoming spaying is so she gets to be a bit of an outdoors type and bust her grumpy in the bushes. What? You never heard that expression? Bust a grumpy? Probably because it is a trite British term.
I like it because it is hard to criticize, but this woman is advertising her eggs on the Internet. She has some technical knowledge of the process, but the thrust of her pitch is that her genetics produce blond and blue-eyed babies. She has pictures to prove it. She targets couples who might otherwise have children with different features. It is pretty certain if a man tried to advertise his services on that basis, it would be a crime of some sort.
Trivia you didn’t want to hear. What is Boji? It is a Chinese company that exports, annually, to the United States, nearly two million Christmas trees. I used to know what Boji meant, it if pops into my empty head, I’ll say, but it is some kind of greeting.
