2:00 "What a beutiful, sunny summer day" she says. "Let's go for a walk!" 2:20: Fucking Noah-level fucking downpour: 3:45, after getting back home and throwing out clothes in the dryer, not a fucking cloud in the fucking sky!
HA! To Forbin's downpour story - this seems to happen whenever I want to grill some food. Another "red flag" on any outdoor activity is the weather report. If it says PARTY CLOUDY bring an umbrella. Partly cloudy is the technical term for "we don't have a clue".
the very picture of health! I hope it stays off the road. A lot of fawns are getting "smoked" on my morning commute this year.
Could these deer be any more spoiled? They don't even have to jump the fence or go around - they basically have a gate! That said you could fill up a small kiddie pool for them to drink out of.
My neighbor has a salt lick out for them 24/7. That break in the fence happened when a deer tried to jump it, tried to stop at the last moment, and slammed thru anyway. I deduced that from the skidmarks on the ground. Sure wish I'd been there to see such high wildlife comedy! The damn fence has cedar slats, nailed to non-weatherproof horizontals, which are rotting away. That's why it's falling apart so easy. It's the second one we've had put up, and this one is almost 15 years old, so it's due for replacing next year or so. Clever planned obsolescence on the part of the manufacturer.
Way back in the 80s, there was this place...the first true Fort Goof. Somehow, nobody ever was impaled in the bike piles. Some interiors in this doc from a few years earlier.
Anybody know offhand what kind of caterpillar this is? I found it crawling on a tire of the car parked next to mine so I moved it to the brush.
Pics from Mom's 89th B'day in South Carolina. We got one small cake, then more of the family said they were coming, so they brought another one. My wife and I doin' a puzzle with Maw. Mom's neeigh-bors. This is basically the view off the front porch, when it's not too hot to be on the front porch. My sister got Mom a tablet for facebooking. This is Mom's 9-year-old great-granddaughter setting it up for her. Sunsets in Westminster, SC. Mary's opinion of air travel, waiting at GSP gate A8.
It’s a hard knock life for those two. I can’t figure out why they want to stay at Camp Alabama all summer. I’m so butthurt.
So when I started working at the Clifton facility in 1981, it was ITT Avionics. You could see under the logo sign on the facade, however, the former company logo for FTR (Federal Radio and Telephone), which became ITT, embedded in the stone. They soon remodeled and carved the ITT logo into the new facade over the main entrance. Then the logo changed a few times, so they put up a steel sign over the carved logo and changed it whenever the logo changed. In 2012 ITT broke up and our division became Exelis, Inc. So they changed the logo sign again. Then in 2015 Harris Corp bought Exelis, and they changed the sign out for a nice 3D Harris logo. Then last month Harris merged with L3 Corp (I'm so fucking dizzy). Yesterday they took the Harris sign down in prep for the new logo, and here's the archeological artifact they found underneath: They're going to have it filled in with cement this weekend so they can put a 3D L3Harris logo over the whole surface. It was nice to be back at ITT for a few days.
This is our little friend "Stumpy." Something got half his tail. He visits us while we sit on the front porch every evening. If we forget to put seeds out for him, he glares at us.
Enjoying the view from Alameda...San Francisco on the left (natch ) and the U.S.S. Hornet on the right.
