Computer Repair

Doubting my ability to stay away from the interwebs and simultaneously maintain my sanity, such as remains, I sought out a techie. I found him here in the caboose.

I took the computer in at 8:45 a.m. At eleven ten I got the call advising me that it was ready to pick up. Now how can you beat that?

And what was the matter? you wonder.

Keyboard. He changed out the keyboard. Better that than the wild imaginings going through my head which included such things as loss of pix and music.

So, I'm b-a-c-k!

He Lives that We Might Live

He died that you might be saved. He arose that you might live with Him eternally!

Happy Easter!

Pedro, Juan y Maria Magdalen en el sepulcro vacio

Jaime Dominguez Montes

Ice cream!

Philosophy, wisdom, and guides to living are often found in the comics. Sometimes true wisdom is expressed much more succinctly and in a more entertaining manner than one finds in dry tomes.

Here we have Earl Pickles whose encounters with frustrations and disappointments have clearly taught him a valuable lesson. There is ice cream.

Beautifully, and as it is supposed to happen, Earl shares his wisdom with his grandson, Nelson.

Have a bowl of ice cream. And give some to your grandchildren, too!

Pickles, by Brian Crane

About Pickles

Yard Art

I normally don't do yard art, but occasionally something is just too too to pass by. There used to be a blog "Along Life's Highway" featuring the yard art game. I don't know the blogger or what happened, but there has been no new post for four months.

I did, however, espy this one which I thought to share with the readers. It is near the historic downtown area of Rockport, and not two full blocks from the police station. Why don't they do something about that? *grin*

Anyway, I stopped and snapped a shot rather quickly, then rode to the end of the block and stopped in the shade of an oak to take a gander at what I had. I had cut the head off the creature! Drat. So I mounted the bike and rode back, hoping to improve on the first effort. But. And it was a mighty big but. And I do not mean "butt." A young man of perhaps thirty years of age, shall we call him "Monster Dude" was in the front yard. The sleeves of his too-tight double XL shirt were ripped off at the shoulders. This was to accommodate the man who was himself "ripped" as they say in the business.

So holding the handlebars with the left hand, I attempted to palm the camera in the right hand whilst snapping the shot with the ring finger. Wonder of wonders! It's not bad. Not great, but not bad.

Top: Snapped while riding by; shows scale

Bottom: Blowup for detail

Accomplishment and Failure

It has been quite some time since I have treated you to an example of my inimitable artwork, so here you go. You are welcome. I will refer to this picture as I relate my experiences of a very hot and quite muggy afternoon.

BBBH had a couple of prescriptions at Wallyworld which needed to come home. She was at the pool leisurely enjoying the water. She was not impeding any lap swimmers, as she was the sole occupant of the pool. I thought, "Hmm. It is only about three miles to the store, the bicycle is in good shape, and if I take it easy, I will make it there and back with no problem." So I took off.

Cutting to the chase, I made it to the store and was on my way back. As I rode by the sports complex at the junior high school I observed a few soccer players at practice and a few tennis players working out on the courts. After I passed the court and as I approached the stoplight at the corner, I saw a tennis ball lying by the curb. "I shall do the youngsters a favor," thought I. So, retrieving the ball, lying at point A I determined in my mind that I would need to return to a point closer to the court in order to heave the ball over the fence. I moved to point B, and thus there was, say, 45 feet between me and the fence, plus the ten feet above the fence to be negotiated.
HEAVE! The ball hit the fence, bounced to the bleachers, bounced to the fire plug, and rolled back across the street to point C.

Now I am directly across the street, thirty-five feet from the fence. The ball hit the fence, rolled under the bleachers and back into the street. A very chastened and embarrassed old man strolled either chalantly or nonchalantly, I don't recall which, back to his bicycle and proceeded on his way home.

Dang!

Getting old does stuff.

Some I like (I get to live another day.) Some I don't (the old gray stud's not the stud he used to be. If he ever was.)

I made it home!

Readers of Bob Warr know why I didn't take the scooter.

A turtle for Lin

Lin has been sharing with us the coming back to life of her pond. She loves her pond creatures, and it seems that the frogs hold a special spot in her heart. Yesterday, she schooled us in determination of frog gender. Lesson received, and yet not one that will frequently be applied, I suspect.

We have a very nice pond on the premises, probably sixty meters long by seven to fourteen meters in width. I thought to walk over and see if I could capture a frog for Lin. With the camera, of course. I don't even want to think about shipping and handling, particularly handling, of frogs.

While the pond is teeming with life, I did not see any frogs. There were seventeen jumpy whistling ducks, all of which jumped into the air at my approach and sped off to other parts. There were lots of turtles, which may account for the paucity of frogs. So here is one of those turtles.

Since the turtle contributes very little to the "beauty" of this post, I decided to include this picture of tiny flowers. These surround the pond and one can scarce take a step without treading on them. But they spring back and continue to bloom in their places!

Isn't it often the case that in this life, wherever we are placed to blossom and bring beauty to the world, we are sometimes trod upon? So then we spring back and continue to fulfill the mission for which we were intended!

More Screen Shots

Pelican on Post and Fishing Pier

Gulls on Ground and Marina

Walk to the End of Pier

Wonderful Palm Sunday here in Paradise. Morning service in church was a musical presentation of "The Borrowed Tomb" by a 42-voice choir with re-enactment of scenes in the last years of Jesus's life, culminating in the crucifixion and the Resurrection!

Sunday brunch was seafood at the Big Fisherman. Cannot top Texas for seafood!

After the meal, we parked the RV along the seawall at Rockport Harbor, door next to the sea, opposite window toward the marina. The waves rolling in and breaking against the wall, the wind soughing through the riggings of the sailboats, and I was soon in Dreamland. When I awakened, I strolled along the docks, then BBBH and I walked the length of the pier, and visited a time with the fisherpeople at the end.

Then it was back to the campground, which though inland only four or five blocks from the sea, had to be fifteen degrees warmer. So we sat inside in the A/C until the sun went down!