The Weather: Worlds Best Kept Secret

Cayman UKI have a hard time finding a reliable source for the weather. We used to have, that was pretty good. But it’s gone. Above is a picture from The Weather Channel. The only weather info The Weather Channel shows is a picture of a sun with a cloud over it. Forever and ever. Accuweather says 10% chance of rain and Weather Underground says 40% chance. Do I take the car or the scooter to work?

The best source of weather info is wherever the Dive Shops get it from. They are always moving their boats around to one side of the island or another to avoid weather, and they’re always right. I know plenty of people who work in the dive industry, but do you think I can find out where they get their weather info? NooooOOOOOoooooo! But dive shops only care about wind and waves, not sun and rain. That’s what I care about. The airport has a very good meteorological department, and I could call them every morning. But I feel that would be a little inappropriate.

Where is a good weather website?

So how do I know? Drive or ride? Which way to go?

Coinflip: Heads ride, tails drive. Heads it is!

Wordless Wednesday

jan-23-2013-000jan-23-2013-001For those of you who don’t know, when you don’t have anything to say, and it’s Wednesday, it’s legal to do a post called Wordless Wednesday, not to be confused with Silent Saturday. So since I have nothing to post about today, I’m just posting these pictures and I’m not saying a word.

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Smith Cove at Lunchtime

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Above and below are my attempts and over/under shots. You try to get the waterline exactly in the middle of the lens so that you can see both above and below the water. Dismal attempts.

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Like A Monday, But Better!

It was a pretty nice weekend. Yesterday was a holiday here. Friday night we went to Boogie Nights, disco70’s and 80’s music disco style at a restaurant. I tell ya boys, there were easily 10 girls for every guy.. That never happened when I was single. Got home around 1AM, I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I stayed out that late.

Saturday I went and got all two of our cars re-registered. When I got to the Motor Vehicle place, the line was out the door, but it moved quickly and only took about a half an hour. I filled out a critique sheet and gave them 10’s. AND I mowed the yard. the FRONT yard only. The back just didn’t need it… bad enough. I can’t remember much about Saturday.

Sunday we went to the beach and went snorkelingCamera 14MP-9PCThen we made steaks on the grill.

Yesterday was Heroes Day, kind of like Veterans Day in the USA. The Wife went to an All Girls birthday party and I stayed home. All day I was so frikkin tired, I have no idea why. I took two naps and went to bed early. And I made hamburgers on the grill.

Now it’s like a Monday, but it’s not, it’s TUESDAY!

Flashback Friday: Kindergarten Kite

kiteThe year was 1965, the place was Brookhaven Elementary School, Rockville Maryland USA. I was in Kindergarten, 5 years old, first year of real school. Kindergarten was half day, either in the mornings or afternoons. I was in the morning class.

One day, my class and I made kites out of construction paper. Then we went out on the huge vast playground to fly them. In my memory, this playground was huge. Huge paved section, huge grassy section, with trees way far far away on the horizon.

I was running and trying to get my kite in the air, the kite was pretty small, so it didn’t fly too good, but I was really trying to get it up there. All of a sudden, I noticed that all the other kids on the playground were really big, and I looked and looked and didn’t see anybody from my class.

I started crying.

Eventually a teacher asked my why I was crying.

“I can’t find anybody with a kite like mine” I whined, and held up my kite for her to see.

Turns out, morning kindergarten was over, I was trying so hard to make my kite fly that I missed the bell that signaled the end of recess, missed the end of school, everybody in my class had gone home and I had stayed in school late. So I went home.

That’s my Flashback Friday for today. Have a good weekend.

I was thinking about an advantage of the Free Blogger or WordPress blog over the pay-for-your-own blog. When you die, the free blog will stay up, but with a pay-for-your-own, when the payment is due and you can’t pay (because you’re dead) the blog will come down. A free blog would theoretically remain up forever, a tribute to the bloggers life and history.

Poor Poor Sheba

Sheba has been itching and scratching and biting herself for months. We’ve taken her to the vet, got medicine and cream and shampoos and it seems to get better for awhile and then gets bad again. Finally we paid for this expensive allergy test that was to be the mother of all mothers of a test, and we’d definitely know what was causing the problem then. But, the vet made no big deal of this test, and started again, cycling us through the pills and medicines and shampoos that didn’t work first time…Shebacone

poor poor Sheba Girly Girl!

Yesterday Poor Sheba was bloody from biting at the base of her tail. The Wife took her to the other vet. Now Poor Poor Sheba is in the cone of shame, and she’s embarrassed! And she got her butt shaved and looks funny. Also she’s on human Benedryl, and some other medicines with a crazy schedule, heavy doses at first, tapering off slowly. I like it. First of all Shebas tail is sure to heal because of the cone, and I like the heavy doses of medicine tapering off. It makes sense to me.I had to write down a list of what pills she gets and when she gets them.

In other news, here is a picture of our cat, Little One, in a basket in a tree. It is “cute”, designed to make girls go “squeeee!”Jan 22, 2013 025Lunchtime today marks the hump in humpday, after lunch, next weekend is closer than last weekend was!

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I don’t have much time today. I have to leave early to take the car to get inspected and licensed.

Last night we went to a Caribbean Barbecue at a place called Macabuca. Why oh why didn’t I take pictures, pics make the post.

Like I said, not much time this morning, so over and out!

100% correct!

 NFL Odds Super Bowl XLVII - 2013 Super BowlNFL Odds AFC  NFC For the first time all year, I got all my picks right! All two of them! In two weeks is the Super Bowl.

I have watched NFL football more this season than any other, ever.

This was a good weekend, uneventful, not much to remember, nothing to report. Looking forward to this workweek, I feel like I’m finally getting my feet on the ground at the new job.

Flashback Friday: Missy the Dog

Yesterday I mentioned cats in heat, today I’m going to mention dogs in heat.

When I was younger I delivered newspapers. I think I delivered papers about 6 years total. I started helping my friends big brother deliver the route their house was on, then I got my own route. First I had two routes downtown, then I got the route that my house was on.

My neighbors four doors down, the Boots’es, (I remember Randy Boots, older than us by probably 10 years and he had a sister, if you said her name I’d remember, she was a few years older than us. I had a crush on her, she was cute.)

(We used to put my friend Gregs little brother, Danny, through the Boots’es doggie door in their garage and he’d let us in, and we’d play pool on the pool table in their garage. And we used to climb up on their roof when they weren’t home. One time Mr Boots came home when we were on the roof, and we ran up over the top, down the back, and straight off the edge without even slowing down. We were out of the yard before he got around back and looked up on the roof. He asked us how we got down? Jumped? and we said yes. He just shook his head and walked in his house.)

The Boots’es had a dog named Missy, who hung out at my friend Gregs house. Missy was a pure outdoor mutt. Tangled fur, grey, old. If you howled like a wolf. Missy would howl like a wolf. If you said “sickem” she would bark at whoever you were looking at. She had gnarley teeth, was stinky and ugly.This picture is sorta close, but Missy had longer cheekhair…

MissySoooo, Missy would come on my paper route with me every day. I’d deliver the few papers behind my house, then pick up my Paper Bag (not paper bag) and head down the street to the neighborhood. And every day, two doors down, Missy would come angling out from the Gunn-ses and walk beside me, just me and Missy.

Except when she was in heat, then I had about a million dogs walking with me on my route.

crabby and bitchy about my wonderful life

crabby and bitchy about my wonderful lifeIt’s Thursday, almost made it to the weekend. I feel eager for weekends to arrive, but I wonder why. My weekdays aren’t too bad. Someone once said “don’t wish your life away” Nonetheless, I like Saturdays and Sundays because the alarm doesn’t go off, not that I sleep too late.

The things that I find most annoying about my morning routine:

Shaving, Damn, I just did this yesterday.

I don’t dislike walking the dogs, but they seem to purposely waste my time. For example, they’ll run to the same grassy spot every day, both bury their noses in and stay there till I drag them away. Then Sheba will stand and stare up the road while Ditto takes care of business. Then, when it’s time to come back in, Sheba’s like “Wait! Wait!, I didn’t go yet!” Then she wants to go back over where that sweet smelling grass was. All I want to do is get back upstairs and start my first cuppa coffee.

Last night was not a good night for sleeping. There were cats in heat, yowling like ghosts. They started after we went to bed, I was asleep, incorporating them in my dream. The Wife sprayed water at them from the porch with the hose. Then they started up again before dawn, and I tried to shoot at them with my slingshot, but they were gone by the time I got out there. (I think there’s two cats in heat) Then Ditto started chewing bubble gum. Know what that means? When a dawg licks himself loud and it sounds like someone chewing bubble gum with their mouth open. I threw my shoe at him.

So here I am , crabby and bitchy about my wonderful life.And I didn’t even mention the bank, screwing up my checkbook and consuming TWO of my valuable beach lunch hours. Didn’t even mention it.