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Busy TimeYesterday we drove to Eugene to visit with Al’s son and friend, a granddaughter and her husband, and their year-old son, Al’s great-grandson. We all had dinner together at a Chinese restaurant where we were able to chat a bit. After dinner, they all came back to our air-conditioned motel for more visiting. The party broke up early since… click here to continue July, 25th, 2006 No Blog TonightWe’ll be out of town. Back tomorrow probably. click here to continueJuly, 24th, 2006 Sunday Evening - Hot SidewalkWith the aid of our computer guru, I got a lot of deadwood cleared off my desktop computer today. I’m anxious to see how many files I deleted. He will be back Tuesday to help us get all set up for wireless DSL in case we get it reconnected. I had a great swim earlier this evening… click here to continue July, 23rd, 2006 ComputersvilleAn area in which you are guaranteed to become hopelessly lost, confused and panicky. This morning I thought I had misplaced a vital installation CD for our Broadband service. We will need it in the event our “communications” company ever gets around to reactivating it on our phone line, or at least so they told me. I was… click here to continue July, 23rd, 2006 Another ScorcherI hoped the clouds that came last night would give us relief, but they ran away today. Although it’s not as hot as yesterday, it seems just as uncomfortable. I sure lose my ambition in the heat. I did take a trip to Washington Square Mall, probably my first in about a year. The lack of crowds was surprising,… click here to continue July, 22nd, 2006 The Hottest DayA lot of clouds formed toward the end of the day and we were treated to an Arizona type sunset that I watched from the swimming pool. Although it has cooled some, the humidity has risen, so the difference isn’t noticeable. Actually this brick building insulates well against the heat and has not been miserably uncomfortable yet. I may… click here to continue July, 21st, 2006 Number, PleaseIf you remember hearing a human female voice (not tape recorded) saying those words, you may be as old as I am, or close. When we picked up the phone, if it was not in use by one of the other parties on the line, the operator would ask the above question. In small towns, or in the country,… click here to continue July, 20th, 2006 |