Well, what do you know

Say, we have more class here at the PBC than we realized. I started thinking about the little bowl I tell people to drop special keys in and, uh, some screw or pill that’s turned up. I went over and picked it up, put my hand over the top so the little flexible flashlight that looks as if it came from War of the Worlds would not fall out and turned it over.

Right there on the bottom is said Lido W.S. George Made in the U.S.A. I looked on eBay and maybe I should start using an old soup can as a catch-all on the window sill.

little bowl

Slept like a log

Last night I tucked myself under an afghan in an air-conditioned room, after having spent the day in a car with a non-working AC in 88 degree Indianapolis, and I slept. I woke up around 1 am and decided maybe I could adjust the AC to a higher temp and shuffle off the heavy afghan for a light one.

Actually, I feel better this morning than I have in a while – but I think yesterday’s “activity” is more of a wake up call to the benefits of pushing myself than a blueprint for a training regimen. Yes, I think there will be modifications. Oh, yeah.

By the way, the Interstate that circles Indianapolis has been undergoing repairs and reconstruction for years. My exit was closed – the exit that is about a half mile from my destination.The city is also introducing roundabouts instead of intersections, at least in the northern upscalish section (Can you say Fishers?)

I’m going to have to study roundabouts in the field – the paperwork just doesn’t do it. When you are staring down at the overview on a map, the little lines make some sort of sense. When you are in one of the hellish circles at ground level, with cars all around you, it’s a little difficult (for me) to figure out things like: Is that my exit off the other lane?

One grandkid asked if I were lost. I said no. I could have elaborated and added: I know right where I am but I don’t know what I’m doing.