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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

August 25, 2010

           This is a shot of that volcano in Iceland last April. The one that grounded all the airlines. The event ended and was never heard of again. The photo is spectacular, but I have a question. What are all those round white things all over the farmyard?


           I spoke too soon about the weather, which gets top billing again. It is hot. With little accomplishment to show for the day, at least I did go up and check on Pete the Rock. Nowhere to be found, although I stayed until mid-morning finishing “Hornet Flight”. The epilogue explained how the author learned to fly the biplane and visited historical museums all over Denmark, so it wasn’t just my imagination. Toward the end, some of the episodes were a little hard to swallow, but let’s suppose just this once Winston Churchill did invite spies to his bomb shelter.
           The mobile home on the far corner is for sale, a beautifully kept place eighty feet long. It has a workshop and double carport, two bathrooms and is only $8,200. The “a vendre” sign says it is a Frenchie finally pulling the pin. Everything is in new condition, which includes washer/dryer, garburator, and completely finished Florida room. My guess it is at least ten years newer than here. It lacks the square footage of this place only by maybe ten percent, although it is long and narrow. Alas, my digital camera is on the fritz and I’m not buying anything new at this time, not even postage stamps.

           I also have a line on a place in Ft. Lauderdale that is just $64,000. It is on a small acreage, zoned single family and is just four blocks from the main beach. That’s walking distance via a footpath, to drive there is almost a half mile. The previous owners neglected the exterior, but inside is a decent, get this, four bedrooms. It is a regular Florida mountaintop at 19 feet above sea level. Such prices will never be seen again--and thanks to Wallace, I'm short on cash.
           The taxes are $710 per year and it has a termite certificate. There is a part ocean view from the front lawn. With a decent hedge to block the view from the street, it would be secluded enough for my needs. Prices are still plummeting, so I’ll wait the market out or seek a small pre-approved mortgage. What do you know, I’m one of the few people left who qualify for one. How do you suppose that came about?
           Now, I prefer to stay right here. Just not under the present circumstances. That has to change. Others have gone out of their way to break their promises and make things as difficult as possible, not realizing they are just sealing off any hope of reconciliation. It would cost them nothing to just do what they said they would. Mere promises and words don’t seem to mean much incentive to that sort of people. For some reason, when they get broke, they refuse to blame themselves and instant start trying to shaft the next guy. Thank the stars I was blessed with enough brains to never think like that.
           The afternoon rains are back. I watched an hour long documentary on Ireland. Ah, the late 20th century will be remembered as a media wasteland, a self-imposed Dark Age of political correctness. The production managed to tour every county in the island without ever once showing a young, slim, attractive woman. There were two half-second clips of women in their late twenties, carefully portrayed as attached to a nearby male of the similar age. Or to be precise, two years older and two inches taller.
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