I'm not the storyteller my Dad was, and I'm not the writer my Mom is. So, unless something really interesting happens, this blog is moribund.
TTFN
The seven types of stool are:
Type 1: Separate hard lumps, like nuts (hard to pass)
Type 2: Sausage-shaped, but lumpy
Type 3: Like a sausage but with cracks on its surface
Type 4: Like a sausage or snake, smooth and soft
Type 5: Soft blobs with clear cut edges (passed easily)
Type 6: Fluffy pieces with ragged edges, a mushy stool
Type 7: Watery, no solid pieces. Entirely liquid
I'm not the storyteller my Dad was, and I'm not the writer my Mom is. So, unless something really interesting happens, this blog is moribund.
TTFN
While the rest of the country roasts, here near Seattle it's 60s and light rain. I grew up in Phoenix, but I'm enjoying this.
I'll mostly be out in the field for the rest of the week. Even though the new phone has a flash, I still won't take shots in a sanican.
Yes, I'm making more money for the next few weeks. My boss is on vacation and I'm Acting Boss (cue fanfare.) Is not a huge amount of money, but will be noticeable in my check.
I got a new phone in the last couple of days. This one has a flash, so no more problem with dark stalls.
The work on the outside of the house is finished. Fresh paint, roof cleaned, patio pressure-washed, landscaping cleaned up.
You see, there were these pirates who captured me while I was sailing the South Seas...
Too bad, but I have just been slacking. I still don't feel like I have anything to say.
Thinking about arriving. Now that summer is almost here (tomorrow), spring finally feels like it might be here. They don't call this month Junuary around here for nothing.
Well, not this shit, but for spending my weekend going up and down a ladder working on the roof. I'm near crippled.
The lawn is in full spring mode. You can almost hear it growing. And it pisses me off because I have to keep the damn thing mowed.
I think the luau we went to has worked its way through. Generally, if your poop floats, there's to much fat in your diet; and there was lots of fat in that meal. Today though, the only way that pig would have been better was if it had bacon.
We went to a luau last evening. I ate good food, had nice conversation, and was stimulated by many gyrating hips.
Here I am, thousands of miles from home, wide awake and ready to get started. Problem is, it's only 6 AM here. By the time I get acclimated to the local time it will be time to go home. Could be worse, could be raining.
I think my favorite app on my Android phone is Tricorder. It's a functioning Star Trek tricorder! While it can't help you find dilithium, it will scan the local gravitational field, magnetic field, cell signal, WiFi signal, and acoustic spectrum; all the time making cool 60's sci-fi noises.
Resurrection of Christ or bunnies and chicks? Or is it a celebration of Spring coopted by Christians?