Just like California’s rolling blackouts, except mine are barely a second long.
Well here’s the long story shortened. I have an UPS, an uninterrupted power supply, It WAS connected to two outlets upstairs, (my computer and the UPS is in the basement), it had a massive battery failure a few years ago. The two matched car batteries it ran off sort of decided that they will out-gas hydrogen sulfide and just die. I disconnected it and hoped for the best. We had another failure for a few hours just recently and that prompted me to buy a generator. But a generator will not help with a drop out of only a second. The second drop outs are because of the high winds we are experiencing in NE PA.
Something I stumbled upon. I think you like this sort of thing so I am passing it on… (Hopefully all my “text” editing will carry through the posting.)(nope, it just bumbled it all together…)
The Train of Life
At birth we boarded the train and met our parents,
and we believe they will always travel on our side.
However, at some station
our parents will step down from the train,
leaving us on this journey alone.
As time goes by,
other people will board the train;
and they will be significant
i.e. our siblings, friends, children,
and even the love of your life.
Many will step down
and leave a permanent vacuum.
Others will go so unnoticed
that we don’t realize
they vacated their seats.
This train ride will be full of joy,
sorrow, fantasy, expectations,
hellos, goodbyes, and farewells.
Success consists of having a good relationship
with all passengers
requiring that we give the best of ourselves.
The mystery to everyone is:
We do not know at which station
we ourselves will step down.
So, we must live in the best way,
love, forgive, and offer the best of who we are.
It is important to do this
because when the time comes for us to step down
and leave our seats empty
we should leave behind beautiful memories
for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.
I wish you a joyful journey on the train of life.
Reap success and give lots of love.
Lastly, I thank you
for being one of the passengers on my train.
(By the way, I am not planning to get off the train anytime soon
but if I do, just remember I am glad you were part of my journey.)
I listen to a lot of bemoaning of technology today, most focusing on phones. Yes, they can entice bad habit behavior, like cigarettes used to , along with television and government subsidies. This is a bit of thought on the positive aspects of this technology. It all started with a Ratburger comment….
(Hypatia made a comment on the “Things that used to be true” post that got me thinking. I started a reply, but it got way too verbose and was distinctly off thread of conversation, so here it is:)... [Read More]
If you were anything like me growing up, one of your main modes of play with friends was identifying your super secret hideout, or at least get busy building one. Some of these were out in plain sight—no one was duped as to where you were playing. But other times, you might have managed to find a nifty clearing under low-hanging branches of a tree, or a little wooded area, or an old structure. These hideouts were often unsafe, of course. And although you talked it up often with friends who weren’t in on the secret location, most people over the age of twelve didn’t care a fig where you were playing, as long as you were quiet and stayed out of their way. Hideouts were good for that.
When I was seven, we commonly referred to a special location, which we believed was known to only an initiated few, as a “secret hiding place.” We built ours along one side of our house, next to the swing set on top of a large cement platform that covered the septic tank. I know what you’re asking: where was the supervision? They were glad to stay cool indoors, absorbed in their own tasks. The children could climb trees, launch off swings, and build secret hiding places on the septic tank with panels of sharp tin roofing as long as they played outdoors. There might be a ruptured kidney here and there, but that came with the territory.... [Read More]
We have been scaring Ms. EThompson with snake stories after learning that she is moving to an area of northern Florida where poisonous snakes abound. However, I think we would be best to spend our energies cautioning about ticks.
Sunday at 2pm one of us decided to go somewhere. This week, the adventure target was the Deschutes River Conservancy Area near Maupin , OR.
The other one decided it had potential, so off we rolled in the F150.
I love day trips. The weather was perfect, sunny along the whole route and all we needed to do was grab a travel mug of coffee (Try Black Rifle, I recommend highly) , a bag of beef sticks and grain free granola bars, the new camera and off we rolled. All else is in the truck at all times.... [Read More]
It being the Red Headed Irish Wisecracker’s birthday we headed to the Ridgefield NWR, which is only seven miles from where our new home will be.
Memorial Day weekend weather here in the Wet Northwest is soggy, with 99.9% chance of overcast except for brief gorgeous sunshine, deep blue skies and white cumulus clouds if you act without hesitation.... [Read More]
The water isn’t milky, that’s because the sun was shining. I’ve yet to put a ladder and a board across the pond to reach in and scoop out some leaves and put some of the rocks back to where they are supposed to be and trim what was left of the plants.
In the second clip, the fancy long tailed male on the right is about 14″ from nose to tale, just to give you a reference of size.
We had a storm come through at 2:14 AM and we, along with 390 other customers, lost power for nearly 12 hours. It was starting to get cold in the house as the gas furnace needs electricity for the pumps. The battery operated sump pump nearly depleted it’s battery. The basement did not flood, it couldn’t because the water would flow out the garage door like it did the first mid winter thaw we had some 25 years ago. I was ready to go out and buy a generator when the power came back on.... [Read More]
This sucks! As I understand it, nearly anyone can attest to a made up fact that a gun owner is dangerous and his guns will be taken away in violation of the second amendment. The gun owner will have to prove to the state he is not dangerous.
Damn them, I have my compound and re-curve bows and I can still use them effectively.... [Read More]