I’m always on the lookout for products that make me question the schooling I so painfully received over a long period of time. One of the best places to get that “dazed and confused” feeling: the local grocery store.
posted in food, science | Comments Off on Complicate the simple stuff, and profit | 265 words
Get up, get out and move on. Vacation time is over. Find your way home, to begin another year in the service of the almighty dollar. It is so ordained.
posted in travel | Comments Off on The circle remains unbroken | 278 words
Now, how did that happen? One minute, I’m happily contemplating the ocean. The next, I’m halfway to home, in a government rate motel room. I should pay better attention to what’s goin’ on. I should be grateful. Vacation could be completely over, instead of almost. I still have a few more hours of reprieve.
posted in travel | Comments Off on No factory tour, this time around | 272 words
It all comes down to this; the last night before heading back to my regularly scheduled programming. I’m not ready. Is regret too strong an emotion for what has been a great summer?
posted in travel | Comments Off on Last chance for local roads | 263 words
The ladybugs are back. For those who care about such things, there are a good quantity in stock, and they are all “six pointers”.
posted in food, travel | Comments Off on Underselling the client | 297 words
Finally. We’re ahead of the campground curve. That is, we could leave the others behind in the rain to do their washing, because our’s was done under sunshine. I know, odd.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Let’s talk about windows and doors instead | 268 words
As a corollary to the early bird and worm story, getting up and away from the campsite isn’t always successful. When you leave things too late, better to abandon the plan for an eventual rainy day and just stay near the picnic table. Or go for a walk on the beach. Forget going to town.
posted in travel | Comments Off on From automobile to immobile | 271 words
Pardon me if the typing starts to stutter. I’m under attack from a voracious horde of bloodthirsty skeeters, and I might have to stop and swat. The weather has been classic summer all day long; a rumour of 1400 cars at the Basin (is that even possible?) A meal outside without a need to sponge out the dish between swallows.
posted in travel | Comments Off on New homes and pot luck | 286 words
One of the common denominators of camping has been the use of dogs as a reason to meet and greet. No pooch gets the kind of loving attention offered up by strangers who happen to share a tenting ground. A scratcher for every ear, if you will.
posted in travel | Comments Off on An Acadian afternoon | 278 words
Another afternoon spent close to home. Parentheses: home is a tent, and we’re actually far from our furniture and family. We dug into the cooler for breakfast ideas, had the requisite cup of mediocre coffee and then headed to visit a friend and catch up on the news.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Developer dreams | 257 words
