I’ve got to get some app to block me from watching SyFy in real life. I was just sitting here earlier this afternoon and information came in the sound wave of Der Bingle’s voice: “There’s a snake marathon on SyFy. Auuuuggggghhhhh. Why, why, why do i watch these movies?

These three images have been sitting around on my desktop for a couple of weeks now and if I don’t do something they are probably going to get a lawyer and claim an easement or, worse yet, file for homestead status. I can hear the argument now: Look at this disorganized desktop; we can improve our area in two years, maybe even start to grow virtual corn and build a virtual log cabin.

I am nipping that in the bud and reassigning them to a mission on this particular post. They will even have their own permalink. What more can they ask? Oh, never mind, let’s not go down that path.

Interesting book, heh? Just makes you want to find an easy chair in Barnes & Noble. No, I really don’t want to be disrespectful about this book. My Great Great Aunt Sara sent it to me from London when I was two. I know that’s too young for me to read, but she knew my daddy would read it to me. She was at our house during my first summer and it was her second husband that kept saying he guessed he’d have some more of “that salty ice cream.” If you really want to reference this, it’s in the post about her first husband, Sherman Malcolm.

Another mention is in this POST that also includes a picture of the Christmas card that looks like bloomers, which No. 2 gave Sara.

But back to the book.

And here’s the inscription in the penmanship she learned in the 19th century.

I don’t think I ever realized how lucky I was. I took so many things for granted.