Monday Meanderings - 6.27.2016

There are a couple of phrases that come to mind regarding our TV watching these past two weeks. One is, "When it rains, it pours" and the other is "Feast or Famine." There very definitely has been a feast poured out between the Copa America and the EUEFA soccer tournaments, the NCAA Baseball College World Series, and there was some sort of basketball playoff in there somewhere. We are buying Visine in the gallon size.

 

I think the tomato crop is a total loss this year. To date we have harvested a mere handful of cherry tomatoes. The birds, squirrels and raccoons have done much better. However, the jalapeno harvest has been plentiful and abundant. For some reason the critters avoid them. I have discovered that right off the bush the jalapenos are quite mild and bland. However, if you pick them and let them sit on the cabinet a few days they become much more interesting.

Evidently Amazon is taking advantage of some of the drivers that were left high and dry when Uber and Lyft abandoned Austin; I was watching for the UPS truck the other day, expecting an order to be delivered  when an ordinary auto stopped out front and a kid got out with my package. Huh.

I have written before about the mystery beeps that go on in a normal household - usually in the middle of the night; smoke detectors, CO2 detectors, wireless phones, etc. Now we can add Barb's cell phone. At random times, her phone will beep softly 3 times. No message, no email, no nothing. It's a mystery.

With the 4th of July on the horizon, firework stands are popping up all over the place. With all the rain, there are no burn bans and the vendors are expecting a big season. Of course, it's still illegal to sell (or use) them in within the city limits. 

 

I am reminded that it was also illegal to sell fireworks within the city limits of Breckenridge when I was growing up. However, everybody knew that if you went to see a certain gentleman who lived on the outskirts of town, you could select what you wanted from a well-stocked larder. He would put them all in a bag, then everyone would take a short walk down a path behind his house until you reached a point that was a few feet outside the city limits. It was there that you handed him the money and he handed you the bag of fireworks.

I think that's called the "letter of the law."