WHAT!?!?! There is a stick drowning in the middle of the pond??? I must rescue it!!!!!
Yesterday was a perfect day for jumping in ponds and frolic watching.
Mickey came over for an afternoon of rompitude. We hadn't realized it before, but he can't swim. He'll jump in the pond on a second's notice, but won't go any further than where he can stand. He was totally baffled by how Ellie could get the stick from the middle of the pond; he spent a long time exploring the perimeter, looking for the secret land bridge that she must have been using.
One of the more intruiging blooms in Rosemary's ever-evolving garden.
And, for no particular reason other than to justify the ongoing misuse of the SunroofCam, I present the Rongovian Embassy in fabulous Trumansburg. Possibly the best bar in the universe, at least it used to be. I haven't been there in years, and it's been through a couple of owners lately. I believe that the near-lethal Dead Bastard (of the Suffering Bastard, Dying Bastard and Dead Bastard trilogy) is still on order, but I wonder if they're still serving the legendary Malayan Fogcutters, which I've heard are illegal in 38 states.
Enuf with the photos...
...another summer bites the dust. Although we have at least 6 more weeks of pleasant weather to look forward to, The Students Are Back. Parking is once again a nightmare, getting a bite to eat in Collegetown requires two weeks of a logistal team's best coordination efforts, and what little the co-eds are wearing these days is sure to cause numerous traffic accidents.Which reminds me that, if the college students are back, we are not far from the K-12 season, either. Begin rant. Which means, schoolbuses (I still don't understand why the plural isn't schoolbi). Schoolbi have always been the nemesis of the commuter (to the extent that I warrant that name), but today they are just awful. When I was a lad, entire neighborhoods would collect at one gathering spot, and be picked up en masse. Today, to ensure total safety, the buses stop at each indivdual house. AND, little Biffy Nipintuck, is required to stand at the end of his driveway, and not cross the street until the bus has stopped, set its blinking lights on stun, extended the rotating STOP sign, extended its solar panels and checked with Homeland Security. NOW, we can watch little Biffy hug his mom, shuffle across the road, and struggle to get himself and his 80 lb backpack on board the bus, so that we can all move another sixty feet and watch the show all over. And somehow, every kid of schoolage lives on the opposite side of the street from the bus route. Even though the houses are evenly distributed. Maybe some of this makes sense for the elementary school kids, but, I say, if a junior in high school can't cross a road by him or herself, maybe roadkill is their best career option anyway. End rant.
Today is Rosemary's birthday. We're going to jet over to Paris for a romantic lunch, although I guess it will be more like dinner time by the time we get there. OK. Scratch the lunch in Paris idea. Maybe a frozen pizza will do.
What else...apparently I need bifocals. For many years, I have been in the habit of reading without my glasses on, for comfort reasons. Now, I am discovering that I can't read with them on. I'm also realizing that I have to sit farther away from the computer and jack the typesize up, too. This is disconcerting. I may be detecting a trend here - don't tell anyone, because, I think there may be big money in it, but it just may be that as you get older, your body keeps deteriorating. If true, well, I just don't see any upside in getting older, and I don't know why everybody does it.
I know I had more trivia to ruminate on, and I actually intended to write a quick list, but I didn't and now it's all slipped what's left of my mind.
