WHINGING - "The Night The Lights Went Out in Georgia" - SETTING A TRAP - NACHOS FOR LUNCH - CROSS-WIND LANDING MISHAP - JIBBER JABBER

 

WHINGING

 “Relentless verbal grumbling --- the exaggerated, high-pitched nasal sound – A continuous stream of dissatisfaction --” (From Google)

Yep, that is what I mean when I use that word. I may like using the word when regarding others but I do not like the word when and if it is applied to me. I prefer the softer words like complaining or grumbling. Whinging brings with it body language, a negative aura, habitual behavior; “a (withheld) do something about it response.” Hanging whinging on someone else is also judgmental and not a good look.

When I step back and give this some thought, I find that I now may refrain from the quick use of that word in discussions of expressing one's opinion or situation. I do not want to observe myself whinging so maybe I best not be quick to toss in “whinging” just because I like the word. I am going to be softer henceforth but cannot promise that it may not surface when I am annoyed beyond self-control.

What prompts this is my discussion two posts back regarding not wanting to cook a meal being a thing folks may “complain” about more often than not. I have been fortunate enough in this lifetime to have grown up in and always being included in good food prepared by competent cooks who enjoy the job.

I enjoy cooking and still rely much on those who have taught me and at whose table I have enjoyed many a good meal. Much in the daily living of my years and memories revolves around a good meal and conversations. From a beer and pizza downtown to the large family traditional seasonal meals to daily family breakfasts, lunches and dinners.

Someone in these past years has always provided good eats accompanied by the wellness of a “homey” feeling. The smell of bread baking, a pot of soup or stew simmering in the kitchen, or fresh-baked cookies, pies and cakes that write the last paragraph of a day. And this was never ever measured by money but rather by talent, skill sets and the open desire of a person who enjoys folks around his or her table.

This person is still standing when all others are sitting at the table. This person hovers for a few minutes longer, pacing around the table, taking measure that no one is wanting. Then and only then will that person sit down and still spend most of her/his time insuring the wellness of all who sit through the meal. It is an art form and may go unnoticed by the passerby.

Walk into this person's home anytime of the day and there is always offered up a cup of coffee, a cup of tea, good conversation, laughing, teasing and a slice of something home made. 

These days, one of my sisters-in-law comes to mind. I so enjoy walking into her home kitchen to always find her in the doing of several things at once all the while visiting with darn near everyone in the kitchen. Steam off pots on the stove, some stirring or pushing of buttons on an oven or quick-heating device. She may seem distracted but she is not. I find a chair “with my name on it” and sit like I might at an event. She is art form in motion and has perfected her time moving about the kitchen. I so love to tease her but have learned that she takes deeply to heart teasing (that is just that) regarding the meal she is preparing. The dishes she presents and the table set as finished are worth the trip to the big city. When she finally sits down to join all of us, it is a grand moment in my book.

Quite often now and over this past year, lunch and dinnertime here may come and neither the bride nor I have anything prepared for our table. We both are given to honesty in not wanting to cook and have not or did not. And she will also offer up a no desire clause for any post meal clean-up.

Every time, within all of this, we seem to find something from the shelves and drawers in the refrigerator. A baloney wrap, peanut butter on toast, remains of a green salad or chips and dip. Mixing up a “bag o'tuna” in oil with some mayonnaise is not cooking. A bowl of corn flakes can be gourmet eating with little to no effort. The point here is more often than not, the not-planned meal can be quite satisfying.

APPLE CAKE

A few slices of gifted apple cake last week prompted us (her) into wanting to try her hand a making an apple cake from scratch. To the King Arthur Baking cook book for ideas and within a few minutes, she had a recipe and a plan. Apple cake was in our future and I was supportive!

King Arthur Flour cook book is a gold standard in my opinion when it comes to baking. I took a bread-making class there years ago. I brought home a wonderful loaf of homemade bread and homemade noodles. I came away with a better understanding of some dos and don'ts when baking bread. But I have yet to achieve a consistency and repeatable success. Good baking still withholds secrets from me and my impatience is never helpful.

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The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia.  Background story; Vicki Lawrence

The song 1973; Vicki Lawrence 

I came across this a few days ago and realized that has been decades since I have heard this song. Also I did not know the background to the writing of the song and Vicki Lawrence singing it. I wonder how many of you visiting here today have even heard the song, let alone the story. It has been well over 50 years. 

I always have liked songs and music like this that tell a story.

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SETTING TRAP

Armadillo activity out back last night and in the process of setting up one of the traps now. We'll see! 

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NACHOS FOR LUNCH

 Son sent this a few days ago. I could have helped make short work of that lunch!!

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CROSS-WIND LANDING GONE WRONG from the looks of it. 

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COBRA BACK SEAT INSTRUMENT PANEL RVN 1969

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JIBBER JABBER

Memory Lane. I found myself going through old photo graphs and memories last week. With each of the photographs I stopped on, copied and pasted into a folder on my desk top, were stories I would like to tell. But they would be like asking someone to sit and watch old home movies that really only have great memories of the person who lived the photos. Regardless, here are two of my favorites. 

My first car was a 1956 Chev with a 265 cu in engine and a three speed on the column. I started saving for this when I was 12 years old because that was the era of getting a drivers license, cruising and playing with cars. This photo was taken at my grandparents home/ranch in Raymond Washington. I can still conjure up the sounds and feelings of going through the gears and running down the road. It was and still is "cool" today. Ask any "old man" about his first car and he will sit and tell stories like they happened yesterday. Today, when I alone in my truck and running the highway, I turn up the oldies, sing along, feeling the freedom of the road. It is all still very very good.

MY SON'S FIRST CAR

Yep, he loved this truck and also has more stories to tell which most of them are not known by his father. That is just fine because he also got all of the experiences of learning mechanics of maintenance and the enjoyment of having his first car in high school. Today, he can fix anything mechanical. 

Thanks for the visit this week.
 

 

 

 

 

  

WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST - HOUSE COOKIES - WEATHER CHANGING - JIBBER JABBER

 You have seen this before. Just different day and time of year.

Homemade biscuits. I recently tried canned biscuits and never again. They look good on the can, in the oven and delivered to the plate. But they lack flavor and turn into a lump of wet dough in my mouth. No amount of butter and jam changes that.

HOUSE COOKIES

Our "propane guy" came to the house at the end of the work day last week to help with a fuel adjustment on the GENERAC generator. The generator is down and throwing codes. He helped me find the problem and a fix is on the horizon. "NO charge" for the service call he said because we buy our propane from his company. A very nice gesture given to us. But still saying thank you has long been ingrained in both my wife and me. 

The next day the bride was making thank-you cookies and they were delivered Friday morning. Folks always smile when homemade cookies come in the door. Always!

My share of the leftover dozens of cookies delivered. My wife called them "house cookies."

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JIBBER JABBER

The weather is changing. Noticeably cooler in the mornings and mid 80's in the afternoons.  Now is time of the season for the coming and going of thunderstorms . Over three inches of rain delivered over this past week.

Evenings entertainments

We are in the middle of "The Pendragon Cycle: Rise of the Merlin" now streaming on Prime Video. My wife is a big big fan of this era and myths. The filming and photography is outstanding of real places that exist today. These locations are brought to life in the telling of stories revolving around Arthurian Legend.

The locations/places mentioned in text on the screen are worthy of researching. It adds authenticity to the story line.  Example: Maridunum Wales

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Two Armadillo traps near completion today and hopefully these traps and/or my midnight trips outside to catch them in the act will eventually solve the problem. All I need to do is build the triggers and then rig the doors to hang open and drop when the trap is entered. One sheet of 3/4" plywood, two 1x6x8' pine boards, eye hooks and cord for rigging. About $30 each to build. I will share a photo of one trap rigged and set in next weeks post.

I am finding all of this exhausting though. Small animals like this and the havoc/ problems they can cause!! Not like there are not a dozen other outside projects calling me. 

Thanks for the visit this week

 

 

 

 
  

 

 

GRASS ALWAYS GREENER....- "WHAT'S FOR DINNER?" - FLAT BREAD PIZZA - DEER FAMILY FEEDING - JIBBER JABBER

 

Greener Grass

I have found a now-preferred back road heading to nearby towns. It is a narrow country road, a lane and a half wide and I always pull over into the grass road side to let others pass. It is easier and much safer. It is scenic and peaceful driving through open cattle-grazing fields and ponds. Passing drivers always wave.

On my way to the gym last week, I came across a wonderful photo: cows proving the old adage that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

I slowed down and watched the larger cow turn its head to squeeze between the barbed wire spaces on the fence being slow and deliberate. Once her head was through, she moved along the fence line enjoying the somewhat greener grass. That I was driving by was a no-never-mind until I stopped to take the photo. She hesitated and then continued to feed. 

Farmers tell me that the cows always push the limits of a fence line and thus the need to run fences often. It is not unusual to find an escaped cow cruising the outside of a fence line on a back road.

The young calf was also following its elders' lessons when I first came upon them. Seeing me slow down and stop, the calf pulled back and sat looking at me as though it had been caught and was guilty. I felt as though the calf was looking at me saying, “whaat?”

These times of any given day here are gifts. I never took the time to appreciate moments like this when I was younger. Always on the move with important things to get to and done. I would be looking down a road and ignoring the wonders of life living on the edge. These days, though, find me more often paying attention to life on the edges rather than the long view down the road. It is good!

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"WHAT'S FOR DINNER?" from Fairfield County Mom.

I came upon a story about three hated words, "what's for dinner." The article I initially found was behind a paywall, but I got the gist of this being a real "whinging" thing. Then I came across the article from Fairfield County Mom from three years ago. Low and behold, through all of the tears put out through various videos and other articles on the net, this gal gets it. She's right, it is never over. Well, maybe in the year 3535 when "everything you think do and say, is in the pill you took today." The question of what is for dinner has been around for eons.

The concept of feeding any family size seems common sense. Someone has to be in charge of the kitchen and the meals. That can be shared, but someone has to take ownership. Eating out these days is very expensive. Ordering out the same. Having someone else bring cooked food to your table doubles/triples the cost of the meals. The cost of getting a "to go" hamburger has now passed into being too expensive for some budgets. Those who have come to that road crossing and are now faced with cooking meals every day forever are experiencing a vertical learning curve. The good news is that the wheel for home-cooked meals does not have to be re-invented. 

Cooking every day can become cooking every other day if meals made are large enough for leftovers. The next day a "cooked meal" means a few minutes warming and serving. There are a million ideas available just for the looking and asking. The time and energy spent complaining could be best spent in learning to cook for the family. 

Old folk like me were raised to eat everything put on the table. "If someone has gone out of their way to cook for you, you  damn well better show appreciation and have some of everything served." Not an option. 

I balked at very few items placed on the farm and home dinner tables. Grandma's groceries were on the hoof and in the ground. Large meat bones boiling or baking in the oven. Greens and root vegetables pulled from the ground, rinsed and set in the sink awaiting their way to the table. When I balked at eating Rutabaga, mom taught me to mix the mashed serving with the mashed potatoes. Adding a little more butter, a little salt and within a few bites, the Rutabaga was easily consumed. My mother made sure that from the family farm table, I had a helping of everything grandmother had made. A small portion was fine, but never zero. 

To this day, the foods my grandmother and mother cooked are still baselines of most of what I enjoy cooking and eating. Leftovers are still a viable part of the meal-making process. 

If you enjoy eating, best to learn how to do some cooking.

My wife tells the story of her mother feeding a family of seven children. Every Sunday was fried chicken (5 whole chickens). Each chicken cut into 11 meat pieces, floured in a bag of flour and seasonings and deep fried in a skillet. Yes, every Sunday for years and years. Our elders can tell such stories. Just ask.

Along with those growing up years, I was taught that a cook must put more food on the table than will be eaten. The use of filler foods like bread, rice, pasta, baked beans, crackers. "No one should ever walk away from your table hungry." To this day, no one ever has!! 

Mom asked me many years ago if I remember all of their friends who use to stop by to visit them in the late 40's and early 50's. I told her I did. She told me the reason so many of their friends use to stop by was because they always knew they would get a meal at our house when they visited. 

Being hungry is something folks never ever forget and the concept of complaining who is cooking and what is placed on the table has never played in my life time.

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THAT BEING SAID

My 4th experiment with using flatbread for making pizza. Best flavor yet and good enough now to be added to meal options. It is as easy to make 4 of these at once as it is one. Not "spendy," a few moving parts and pieces and all from pulled from the fridge. I would feel confident placing a few of these on a family dinner table. It has been wife tested too.

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DEER FAMILY 

Early morning family of deer out feeding in the field across the road. The family is growing in size. 

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JIBBER JABBER

The temperatures are finally dropping and some rain storms are forecast for next week. The lower temperatures are very much appreciated as this has been a long long stretch of hot hot.

We just finished watching Doctor Doctor; The Heart Guy  

Five seasons free with Amazon Prime. Light-hearted, great photography, an ok story line, characters and some very good acting. 

LIONESSLIONESSLIONESS

Thank you Taylor Sheridan. Three seasons and the last minute of season 3 is classic Taylor Sheridan. Well done!!

Thanks for the visit this week. 

 

 

HOUSEBOUND

 Drying shoes in 100 degree heat.

Some of the best writing I do is at 1AM in the morning. It comes in the form of being awake and running my mind at a high idle. I have had my prayer meeting with God and then I lay and mentally write.

I started writing years ago as a selfish means to purge the system. Clear clutter, one day at a time. And readers have been patient to listen and I appreciate that.

At 81.3 years of age, I want to write of the old man aging years. I want to talk of aches, pains and some worry of getting through decade 8. But I have never had patience for old men whinging and talking of such things. I get up and walk out of the room. A mature way of dealing with what I do not want to deal with nor listen to.

I expect you to also do that, should I go down these rabbit holes. But decade 8 is going to be my most challenging yet and I am concerned of the odds of reaching 90. I take solace in the fact though that the human mind, body and spirit are a wonderment and can conquer impossible tasks. Grandma lived to be a hundred and I do spend time now betting some on genetics.

Sleep usually comes by 2AM and I have mentally written great things and my mind has less to play with.

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This cow would have been swimming in early June of this year. 

I knew Texas was going to be hot when we moved here. I have been told many times that summer is always a long month. This year, ponds are damn near dry, grass crunches and walking outside after 11AM sucks life out of me x10. 

It is wearing on everyone and being housebound must be recognized and dealt with. What is not drying up outside is being sucked from beneath the dirt by armadillos in the front yard. I am often reminded that all the pine needles on the ground now are too, a norm. “Embrace the country” from deep rooted locals who mention any of this in passing.

Cats quit meowing late morning and find “that place” somewhere in the garage or patio that offers some relief. I found “my cat” sleeping in a covered garage overhang and snugged against the sheet metal wall. Of course she is smart, the A/C in the shop has been on since June and the sheet metal sheds a cool surface. I told her I was proud of her and she was a very smart cat.

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Another 1963 high school classmate has passed away. She had a wonderful write up in her obituary, pictures of her family, children and grandchildren. I fondly remember her and her husband sitting next to each other at his home one day in our senior year. A photograph I took, and cannot find.

They were both happy characters, whom I have always adored, both laughing out loud with hands raised in the air and happy beyond words. One of my last memories of those days with him was driving down I-5 in Seattle, both having had our eyes fully dilated as part of the physical exam to enter the Army Helicopter flight program. We were both laughing at not being able to clearly see the highway. We were 18 years old.

To her, God bless and to him, God bless. “Those were the days my friends, those were the days!”

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I have been finding and watching robots running races around tracks on YouTube. The only way they stop some of these robots at the end of the race is to run them into a padded wall. The robots break upon impact and quickly become parts and pieces on the ground. Some throw off sparks in the process. And I suppose I should ask the question, is this video AI? I do not think so as of this writing.

I am reminded of the days of early aviation where folks gathered at open fields to watch fledgling pilots and plane designers test their ideas. We are at that point of history again repeating itself in giant technological steps. Some of those old videos today are obvious to all of us that one of the designs being tested will never come to fruition. But we live in the future of those early designing and testing days. What will robots look and function like in the years ahead?

Given the speed with which change happens now, it will not be long before these running robots will have conquered the complexities of running races on tracks. YouTube videos of robots in future development may be a team of them competing to see which team can be the first to build a small house from start to finish or replicate a team member from start to finish. Our imagination is the limitation here.

I really do not know the depth of what changes are ahead of us coupling AI and robotics. Is it realistic to think that in our declining years a robot will be assigned to my wife and me as a caretaker?

HUMANS  An excellent series that is entertaining and worth a watch.

Thanks for the visit this week. 

107 DEGREES - GENERAC BACK ON LINE - MICROWAVE BACON - PAMPAS GRASS - JIBBER JABBER

 

Temperatures heading back into the high double digits this coming week. No rain in sight.

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GENERAC BACK ON LINE 

The Generac whole house generator has been offline and come to find out the positive battery terminal had corroded into dust. It fell off as I pulled on it from the battery. Trying to find someone to help or repair is costly and time consuming. Can take weeks to get someone to come help with a repair and service.

Fixing batteries with problems like this is straightforward and repairs I have made dozens of times. But there is a learning curve in shutting off the system and making sure it will not turn on in the event of a power outage. Also getting the generator back online.

I went to YouTube and found all the help I needed. It often takes a few different videos to get good information from someone who knows what they are doing and can also teach via their video. My son calls this "YouTube University" for learning repairs. 

I serviced the battery, fully charged it and followed the step-by-step procedures I have been putting off learning all of the ins and outs of full servicing of this generator, but being with out a whole-house generator in a power outage is not an option for me. Being self-sufficient in times like this is an absolute must.

I have watched others perform maintenance, oil filter changes and new battery replacement on our unit. Asking questions, taking notes and learning from the net has been valuable.

The upside of all of this effort is that I now better know the functioning of the generator and how to troubleshoot and safely perform some basic maintenance. Dad taught me well when I was very young and working in auto shops and gas stations in the early 1960's provided a lot of OJT and basic mechanical knowledge that still pays off today. 

The side-by-side is a valuable tool here and I am on it several times a day working. All the tools and needed items moved easily to the generator site and made repair work easier. I would be lost with out this rig. This is indeed my helper at this time of my life.

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MICROWAVE BACON
 

I never thought I would ever be a fan of microwaved bacon, but the bride has the process mastered. We use microwave bacon from Sam's club which seems to have the best favor and crunch. Also the best price and quantity (personal opinion). No muss no fuss.

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PAMPAS GRASS 

I usually share some thoughts every summer about pampas grass and this summer follows suit. With weeks and weeks of dry high heat, direct sunlight and no rain, this plant thrives. Blooms beautifully without any maintenance. There must be a lesson in survival and thriving here.

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JIBBER JABBER 

HOW TO KILL A ROBOT DOG -Field Ethos

I was not surprised to see this article pop up in one of my blogs. I have been following the advancement of robotic dogs and the such for years now. The progress has been steady and advancements in keeping with research/development and a commitment to bring these machines into mainstream.

Has advancement in this technology come so far and to a point where these robots are now seen as a threat to humans? A threat that others are seeing and thinking that maybe the time has come to figure out a way to defend oneself against them is some manner, some how and some way. How to stop such a machine if it is life threatening?

I am not advocating here, just sharing a point in time where the advancement of robots have come to a point where folks are sharing ways to combat them. Maybe a normal progression in things like this?

It did not take long for the advancement of airplanes to be used in warfare. How about the use of drones in warfare? It was just a few years ago my son and I were playing with these as toys and learning a way to gain new photographic perspectives. 

Lioness Season 3  (Lioness Season 3 premiered on August 2, 2026, and new episodes stream weekly on Sundays on Paramount+.) (found on Paramount Plus) has a very telling and dramatic showing in the first episode of the use of drones in today's warfare. An eye-opener. 

I have been reading and hearing for years now of how all of this new technology could be used like this. And it appears that is has evolved in warring arenas successfully.

To what point here? Showing photographs of robotic dogs alongside a suited up and armed combatant is hard to ignore.

Right now, our home protection is two cats (not robotic). I wonder if a robotic dog would be distracted by a robotic cat? Food for thought. If I play that movie in my mind, I find myself laughing. 

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Appreciate the visit this week. 

   
 

ROOTING FOR THE GREEN BALLOON - THE HEAT - PIZZA "HOMEMADE" - I SEE YOU CHARACTERS - JIBBER JABBER

 

My wife returned home last weekend after being gone for a week attending to family matters in Dallas.  I picked up 4 balloons and tied them to her chair as a "welcome home, I missed you and oh so happy to have you back etc" surprise. It worked. 

She was exhausted from the week's trip to Dallas. Kicking off her shoes, getting into her house dress and then plopping down in her chair for a drop dead nap started her recovery and the balloons are flying still, a week later. But it does appear that the green balloon is struggling. 

We envision it saying "hey, I am still flying but working harder just to stay up. The breezes in here from the fans are not helping as they make me fly around this chair all day long." 

Each morning now we fear that green balloon will down for good and then what do we do since we have assigned a name to the balloon "green balloon" giving it membership in the family. We understand the balloon's struggle and appreciate all that it has brought to my wife's return home. But what do we do tomorrow or the next day when green balloon has run its race? 

I am going to be like Scarlet, "I am not going to think about that right now.........."!

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YEA, IT IS HOT IN EAST TEXAS

A  heat map of the USA will show much of the country in red and dark reds. We are coping. The animals are too finding shade and cover where ever they can. Fresh water topped off with ice cubes several times a day and, along with us, they are taking it one day at a time. The 10-day forecast shows triple digits. "Who ya gonna call?"

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"HOME MADE" PIZZA 

 

I found this Artisan Flatbread at Aldis super market and was drawn to it by the picture showing its use to make pizza. Looked like a good idea and fit my wanting to try some kind of pre-made "bread" that I could use to make pizza at home. 

Adding some jar pizza sauce, mozzarella, pepperoni, green peppers, sliced tomato and black olives, I slid the above on a pizza stone and into the oven at 400 degrees for 13 minutes. Bingo, homemade pizza with out much work. 

I was surprised that the crust had crunch when I cut the squares (good sign) and that like all pizza hot out of the over, it will burn your mouth if you are stupid enough to try it without letting it set a few minutes. After a few minutes, it had cooled down enough and I'll be darned, it was very tasty pizza for the work. Win win. 

Having learned that, pizza #2 the next day was a repeat with improved layering and sizing of toppings. Sliding the pizza on and off the pizza stone on parchment paper solved the "moving" of the pizza in and out of the oven.

Several artisan flat breads are now in the freezer and I have pizza at home solutions.

To this point, cooking in this heat wave is not a thing either of us want to do come dinner time. Breakfasts are quick and easy eggs, toast, fruit etc. Lunches are a snack of items in the fridge pull drawer, but dinner at the height of the days heat can be a PBnJ or bowl of cereal. These pizzas are not much more work using "pickings" from the cupboards and refrigerator shelves/drawers.   

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AND WHY NOT MORE WHILE WE ARE AT IT?

 Also picked up two, 1 pound pizza dough's ready to bake. 

I let the dough come to room temperature and then worked it as best as I could into a round pizza that fit my pizza stone. Overloaded the pizza and baked for 20 minutes at 450 degrees. 

Mistakes were made, but the pizza cane out done and eatable. In fact, the bride ate two whole pieces. She said it was just fine and she is a picky eater.

But there are more moving parts. Coming to room temperature, rising, shaping, filling and baking. Trying to stretch a dough properly into the shape takes some time and patience. And even then, much room for improvement.

* Too much topping and wet tomatoes

* Did not bake low enough in oven

* Dough was done but chewy and inconsistent

* I had minimal expectations with this try and achieved that. 

Next time less toppings. Longer rising time out of the refrigerator. Baking on bottom oven rack and more research to do on stretching and shaping dough. Why does it look so easy when someone else does it?

Right now, the artisan flat bread is the way to go for me. Better flavor and less moving parts. But the refrigerated dough will continue as a challenge and learning experience. 

Leftover pizza tonight for dinner and in that, I am "pizza-ed" out for awhile. It has been fun though and adds meal options down the road.

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"I SEE YOU" CHARACTERS

 

I asked a high school classmate and long time friend if she would share a few of her paintings with me as I am a big fan of her talent. She said that she had a few animal characters that she has would be happy to complete and send them to me. She calls these "I See You" characters. She took the above photo to show me and I replied that they were perfect. These will find their way into a child's room, but for now I am the 81 year-old child and so enjoying them every day here on the mantel.

Resorting back to an earlier stage of development I suppose.

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JIBBER JABBER

The weather here is a thing. Every summer, I share these days here and this year is no different. One hundred four today and forecast for days to come. No let up. To complain is a waste of time because a good part of our nation is under long term heat advisories. We have learned to get outside work done NLT nine or ten in the morning. There is no way I could ever function outside for more than a few minutes after that time, so house-bound it is with our outdoor excursions limited to getting in and out of the car for town trips or wandering to the garage freezers and then back in the house. 

Folks who have to work outside in this heat also try to get their days started at daybreak and completed around noonish. Indoor markets and stores do fine, but folks work at a slower pace. Hydration is absolutely a mandate throughout the day.  

Animals have found shade and places to lay as the heat of the day passes into night time. No mowing of lawns needed. But plants need a daily soaking to also survive.  

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"I am ok, just resting for awhile."

 

   Thanks for the visit this week.

MOVED FROM NOT A GOOD PLACE - WOOD PECKER - SUMMER HEAT - NOT MOWING WHEN MOWING - JIBBER JABBER - SARAH HOYT

 LOADED YARD DIRT

Loaded two bags of dirt this morning at our local feed store. Small bags till I picked one up. Water-logged and double the weight.  

As I threw the first one into the truck bed, it slipped out of hand and my shoulder and right wrist reported that all of this was a mistake. But I had made up my mind that I could still do all of this young man stuff and proceeded. I got it done, but most likely will not do it again. I will get "the guy" next time.

I took a photo of the bag price as I have learned this works perfectly for the check out person when pricing. Show the photo on the cell phone and priced in an instant. Always works.

I parked, went inside and picked up a bag of bird seed and headed for check out. The gal checking me out asked for my phone number and I told her "no phone number."

She said I could get discounts and good deals. I replied that I do not give out information to anyone anymore. I was polite, and I was. 

She rang up the bird seed and complimented me on the cell phone photo to help her price the dirt. She said that it so much easier this way. I paid and she handed me the receipt.

There was no one else in line so I commented on the tattoo on her right arm and both wrists. I asked if I could look at them and she said OK. Long vines, a photo hidden inside part of the twisted vines and a single word tattooed on the inside of each wrist. Large cursive words that read to her when she looked at her wrists. Words to live by, offer encouragement, hope, consistent life guidance at a glance. (I do not remember the two words).

She said, "I got the tattoo when I was a teenager."

I replied, "Last year huh?"

She looked at me. A hint of a grin on her face. 

"I am 36" she said. "Four kids .... been here in town for two weeks now....bought a small piece of land and put a mobile home on it....moved from not a good place."

Still youth in her face, a personality along with a strong presence of self-respect, accomplishment and determination. She caught me somewhat off guard with a glimpse into her life book. There was a smile on her face now.

I looked at her and more seriously said, "moving here may turn out to be one of the best decisions you will ever make in your life time." I went on to briefly talk of the goodness of the people and how she will come to see and appreciate. If moving here was one of best ever decisions my wife and I have made in the past 26 years, then offering her that advice came from experience.

I told her that there is no crime here and she said; "I know and for the first time my daughter is sleeping all night."

How could I top that? 

I generally thanked her and she told me to have a good day. I wanted to tell her the impact she had on me. 

I am not sure from where she moved, but she already wears this little east Texas town as well as anyone I have met. She and her kids are going to thrive here!

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 WOODPECKER AND BIRD FEEDER

 

I mentioned this awhile back; how the wood pecker hangs on the edge of the bird house floor to eat like he does holding on to a tree trunk. He could stand like the bird on the round feeder, but even there, will hang from the edge to take food.

The cat lays under the small green tree as if it is hunting. Not ready to pounce or working at hunting. Just lays there to prevent the birds from feeding. A cat finger to all the birds at best. So I placed an orange cone to solve the problem

The cat always wins. On this day I walked towards the cat "shooshing it away" along with bad cat language. The cat stood up, did not move and replied using cat talk and giving me a most nasty look. She forced me closer forcing me to use more shooshing language and hand gestures. She only gave up her ground when my toes were touching her tail. And even then, sauntered away with a meow that would have gotten her grounded if only I knew "cat language."
 

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TREE DOWN

 

It is hot now. The center of the nation and other places around the world also experiencing three-digit summer day temperatures. The highest I have seen in our little corner of the world was 104 the other day and heat indices are higher. We have been spared somewhat here for the past few days with the slightest of breezes out of the south. Even with that, the moving afternoon heat is physical in its presence.  

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NOT MOWING WHEN I WAS MOWING
 

I was out mowing early this past weekend, but not early enough. The sun was already rising when I got to the road side strip. I can mow most of this, but not all of it easily. The slope in the middle and further down the road is beyond my ability or wanting to try using the zero turn. Watch one YouTube video of someone overturning a zero turn mower on a steep slope is a lesson learned. I have learned to mow perpendicular to the strip for the center section. It does work but takes more time and patience.

After about an hour or so I stopped for a small bottle of water and then went back to mowing. I pushed the throttle to full and starting making my passes. For some reason the mower was not working as I expected it to. And yes, you are exactly right. After about 5 minutes of that, I realized that I had not engaged the deck. First time that has ever happened in my life. Funny, yep and I would appreciate your help keeping my secret.

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JIBBER JABBER 

Stuff I have recently found that is fun and is keeping entertained. 

WALMART DRONE DINNER DELIVERY. 

This is just starting. Gonna get crazy and will be fun to watch all of this develop and grow. I want to see a John Deer tractor delivery!

A MILLION DELIVERIES celebrated. 

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SCHOOL LUNCH PIZZA 

I have seen a few pizza ideas like this on You-Tube and I am going to try it. Looks fun and easy to do.

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TACO STROMBOLI idea 

Yes, have to try this also.

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DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN, all AI and I love the music and visuals.

I am becoming a fan of Sarah Hoyt. She does a lot with AI imagery and music and I visit her blog site daily now. I am not sure if I can become a fan of her fantasy writings. But I will keep exploring. 

A recent example from her blog site.   

I would like to learn how to do this. Heck, anyone now can do this and is only limited by the learning curve, individual creativity and the wanting.

According To Hoyt - Born Free

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Thanks for the visits this month.