I know, I know. It's not like I am trying to awaken them early. I have a wonderful photo of my oldest as a child. He's holding our dog, and he is kneeling in front of a flower bed. Daffodils on Mother's day...These will be gone long before then.
I have one like that of my oldest grandchild in a toddler squat by the peonies. She has on a white bonnet and is holding a yellow bucket. I love that picture.
And so, when the lowly penny is EO'd or whatever right out of existence and is no longer legal tender, how much more will *that* suck out of consumers' pockets? 'Cause you know darned well when it comes to odd-cents pricing, sellers will "round" *up*, not down. And what about sales taxes that amount to an odd-cents amount? Round up the total, or round up the odd-percent tax that produces the total?
I'm coming 'round to the conclusion that what we're really going to end up doing is saving a truck load of money not minting pennies only to lose a boat load of it from their absence in the long run.
So, what else is new when it comes to government? And especially with this government, which is out to destroy the village supposedly to save a buck on running it.
I wish Chesterton had paid for my fence instead of me. I don't know exactly how many pennies all that took. But if you want some idea, just multiply the MSRP of a new pickup truck by 100, give or take.
Speaking of a truck load of pennies, I have a cool little "pay for it with change" story.
More than 25 years ago, I decided I wanted to propose to the woman who's now my wife and summoned the courage needed to actually proceed. So, I needed a ring... a nice ring, not something cheap either in price or quality, since she was a pretty darned nice woman. Still is. Treats me way better than I deserve. But I digress.
Back then my liquidity consisted more of a 6-pack in the fridge than the dough in my wallet or bank account. But I had at least one longtime habit that wasn't a bad one. At the end of every workday upon coming home, the first thing I'd do would be to throw all the coins in my pocket into a coffee can in the bottom of my closet. Everyday. Without fail. For years.
And then at some point when I needed a different liquidity than what that with the pull tabs provided, I'd hand-roll a can's worth of coins, or if need be, I'd tote two or three down to my credit union and peruse their coin counter, the use of which was free way back then. And if you've never tried it, it's kind of amazing how much folding money comes out of a 3-pound coffee can full of mixed coins.
So. One Sunday I get the urge to splurge on a ring that will show I'm serious about what I'm proposing. I hadn't used any "cans" for quite a very long while - a few years, in fact - partly because I hadn't needed to and partly because my credit union had started charging 5% for the use of their coin counter, so I hadn't been inclined to use it to make a deposit to a savings account or CD that paid a good bit less than that percentage in interest. (Over time they got so much blow back about that that they cut the rate to 2%, but still...)
Anyway, those cans being the only way this proposal was going to happen any time soon on the terms I wanted (I wanted that ring bought and paid for and not for it to be a balance on a credit card statement for months or years), I loaded every one of them that I had into my S-10 Blazer and headed off to a jeweler's on the far side of the city near where I live... a Mom & Pop local jeweler who had a rep for having a good selection of quality stuff in a range of prices rather than some national chain store.
Luckily it was sort of a slow day in the store when I arrived, and the owner was on hand himself to help me find what I wanted at a price I could live with. After about an hour or so of showing me individual unmounted diamonds of various weights, cuts, clarities and prices and numerous gold, silver and platinum settings, I'd decided on a modestly sized but very high-quality stone with all the light-gathering blue and white "fire" you could ask for, and a platinum setting of understated design that I thought to be the right compliment for the diamond. The price? Well, I'd paid whole a lot less for a couple of pretty good used trucks.
But I took a deep breath and told Mort - the owner's name was Mort, and though I didn't know him personally, everyone in town knew "Mort" because his name was in all his ubiquitous advertising - I told Mort I'd take the stone and setting on one condition... that I pay for it not in cash, but in *coin*, and that he set the stone and get the ring ready so that I could take it with me when I left, because if I didn't go and do what I knew I should do right then, there was a chance I might just chicken out.
Mort looked at me like I'd just walked in after parking my interstellar spaceship out in his parking lot, laughed and said, "You're kidding."
Then looking at me closely and before I could summon up the poker face to say "No" convincingly, he said, "You're not kidding, are you? You really have that much coin? Here? Now?"
I took him out to the Blazer, opened the passenger door so he could see the cans lining the floorboards ahead of the front and rear seats, then popped the rear hatch to give him the view in the cargo area.
After looking at those red and blue steel cans with their plastic tops for a few seconds - which seemed like hours to me - he shrugged his shoulders and said half laughing...
"Why not? But you've gotta' help count it."
Then, as he hefted one of the cans from the back...
"Pull this thing up in front of the door so we don't have to lug 'em so far. These darned things are heavy."
The afternoon was spent with Mort and his two salesgirls taking turns helping customers and counting out change on top of an old desk and the top of the jewelry case on which sat his cash register, with me separating the coinage into denominations to be counted and slipping the counted stacks of coins into the paper coin rolls Mort had retrieved from a drawer in the desk. I guess the whole process took about 3 hours. And when I shook Mort's hand as I left with the ring in my pocket, he said with a smile that he didn't think he'd be forgetting about this particular sale for a while.
And having left the store and driven straight to that pretty darned nice woman's house, by sundown the proposal had been made and accepted, with the story of how it came to fruition just the icing on the cake. Along with the three left over, unemptied coffee cans that went back home with me that evening.
When some weeks later the two of us went out to that store to pick out our wedding bands, Mort greeted us as we walked in with a smile of recognition, took me aside after I'd introduced my fiancé and asked...
Thanks. Glad you enjoyed reading it. I always enjoy telling it when the chance arises. Reminds me to laugh at myself in case I've forgotten how to since the last time it was told. 😉
I do a lot of storytelling as a gift to others. For some, it’s hearing the story it is the gift for others. It’s hearing the end of the story that is the gift. 🤦
But either way I get more out of it than they do. But it also reminds us not to take ourselves too seriously.
And the really great thing about it is that it's all absolutely true. My soon-to-be wife just shook her head when it finally sunk in on her that what I was telling her about how I bought her ring was true. And we've shared more than a few laughs about it over the years.
I like the penny. I think the cost per unit is not the only consideration when it comes to coins. Their existence facilitates the whole monetary system. I am not going to change my mind about that. And now I may make the penny a part of my civil disobedience strategy.
I wish we had something like the guinea. It was used for the purchase of items or services considered high-class or upscale. We could make it the equivalent of $1 plus 5 cents. It wouldn't have to be an actual coin; over there, amounts are still quoted in guineas in some situations, and can be paid using regular bills or coins. So it could just be a fun custom for us. We just need to have a name for it. The original guinea was named after the Guinea Coast in Africa, where the gold came from.
I like it here on Earth. The “Goose” concert was 3.5 hours long with one break. They played 4 songs (jam band joke.) We felt surrounded by 4,000 groupies. Everyone stood the entire time. It was at Miller High Life Theater (previously Milwaukee Theater) built in 1909, a grand old place somewhat refurbished. Many of the concert goers attended all three nights. We were thrilled the final song was our favorite song, “Dripfield.” The snow managed to stay north of us. The guitar and keyboard players (ah heck throw in the drummer) are seriously talented musicians.
I had to search "Goose Dripfield".... The realization I am an out of the loop olde guy just crashed in on me....
"I used to be with it, but then they changed what 'it' was. And now what I'm with isn't 'it', and what's 'it' seems weird and scary to me....IT'LL HAPPEN TO YOU!"....... Abe Simpson
That was in Milwaukee? Glad you had a good time. Must have been light traffic yesterday evening, since everyone was at the Formula One of World Cups or whatever it was. Tiddly Winks for LARPers mebbe?
Good morning. 18 degrees this morning, a bit colder, with predicted highs in the 30s. Snow on the way tomorrow, they tell me.
The mothership is covering their AI race between the US and PR China. But I hear there was a football game last night, one which everyone thought would be close, but was not close at all. Congrats to the Eagles!
Our region will remain beneath fast westerly flow aloft tonight, with a strong positive-tilt mid-level short wave tracking north of the region across the upper Midwest, northern Great Lakes and Ontario. Additional sheared mid-level energy will zip from the Plains to the mid-Mississippi Valley through early Tuesday. The local area will be split by stronger forcing to the north and better low-mid level baroclinicity to the south. However, weak warm advection and isentropic ascent response and associated transient frontogenesis is depicted in model guidance to develop from IA into southern WI and the northern Illinois late tonight into early Tuesday, which will likely increase saturation for a time.
Vigorous shortwave trough just offshore British Columbia is progged to dig south into the Four Corners region tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon before ejecting northeast across the Plains and into the Midwest Wednesday. Surface cyclogenesis will take place over the lower Ohio Valley Wednesday in response to this approaching trough. This low will then track northeast across the Ohio Valley. For the first time this winter, there will be ample cold air in place for an expansive shield of snow to develop on the cold side of this system.
Fairly strong isentropic ascent coupled with the strong upper level divergence should result in a 6-8 hour period of deep, strong ascent, focused on Wednesday afternoon and evening. Guidance shows a fairly impressive northward surge of moisture, with precipitable water values of around 150% of normal Wednesday afternoon, which coupled with the deep, strong omega should result in some fairly heavy snowfall.
Well, the forecasters seem to know more about the science stuff than I do. I think those are real sciency words they are using. But they do use regular words like "zip" to paint a picture of how the air and water will be moving.
I look forward to watching the snowflakes whirl and dance in the light of the streetlamp, from my cozy perch on the sofa by the window.
Must be a different weather system. We’re supposed to get 2-4” starting early tomorrow morning and going all day, but in the 30 to 32 degree range. If they miss the forecast geography by 25 miles or a couple degrees in temp, we get mostly rain.
Good that we’re here when we are. The cosmic timescales in the piece are far beyond single-species lifespans, I’d say, unless we’re really lucky and clever.
Super Bowl.... I liked Jon Batiste's National Anthem. Musically, he was doing some intricate jazz progressions, but it didn't go over into a disrespectful interpretation. The game...what a blowout. I didn't have a favorite, I just like a close game, and it sure wasn't that.
It looks fantastic. Too pricey for me. It's true, it's all vanishing, or vanished. In China, a lot of it is being resurrected in government directed happy people dancing in traditional costume shows, like Disneyland displays. The places that are still original are, sadly, poor and depressed beyond belief until you see it. The 20th century is when the world became small, and post WWII is when it all started to disappear completely.
What's not nothing is energy. We're not really here, but we're not only here, we're in places that don't actually exist, like Brandon Sanderson's Cosmere. Or does it exist as much as North Carolina does, since matter is energy and thoughts are energy?
Some pretty deep thoughts there, Cynthia. Maybe you could apply that Big Brain Power to another burning cosmological question, that being that "since matter is energy and thoughts are energy", is it somehow possible that all birds are cats?
You seem rather uniquely qualified to answer this one...
We've been up all night watching old B&W film noir movies. Dick Powell, Lee J Cobb, George Raft.
We made a strong ham and pea soup, diced potatoes and carrots for the Super Bowl. In a large yellow LeCreuset pot we got a couple decades back. It really keeps the heat nice.
I know, I know. It's not like I am trying to awaken them early. I have a wonderful photo of my oldest as a child. He's holding our dog, and he is kneeling in front of a flower bed. Daffodils on Mother's day...These will be gone long before then.
I have one like that of my oldest grandchild in a toddler squat by the peonies. She has on a white bonnet and is holding a yellow bucket. I love that picture.
They missed the big news! Trump EO'd making new pennies! So the existing ones might go up in value...or not.
And so, when the lowly penny is EO'd or whatever right out of existence and is no longer legal tender, how much more will *that* suck out of consumers' pockets? 'Cause you know darned well when it comes to odd-cents pricing, sellers will "round" *up*, not down. And what about sales taxes that amount to an odd-cents amount? Round up the total, or round up the odd-percent tax that produces the total?
I'm coming 'round to the conclusion that what we're really going to end up doing is saving a truck load of money not minting pennies only to lose a boat load of it from their absence in the long run.
So, what else is new when it comes to government? And especially with this government, which is out to destroy the village supposedly to save a buck on running it.
Who knew the penny would turn out to be a Chesterton fence?
I wish Chesterton had paid for my fence instead of me. I don't know exactly how many pennies all that took. But if you want some idea, just multiply the MSRP of a new pickup truck by 100, give or take.
Speaking of a truck load of pennies, I have a cool little "pay for it with change" story.
More than 25 years ago, I decided I wanted to propose to the woman who's now my wife and summoned the courage needed to actually proceed. So, I needed a ring... a nice ring, not something cheap either in price or quality, since she was a pretty darned nice woman. Still is. Treats me way better than I deserve. But I digress.
Back then my liquidity consisted more of a 6-pack in the fridge than the dough in my wallet or bank account. But I had at least one longtime habit that wasn't a bad one. At the end of every workday upon coming home, the first thing I'd do would be to throw all the coins in my pocket into a coffee can in the bottom of my closet. Everyday. Without fail. For years.
And then at some point when I needed a different liquidity than what that with the pull tabs provided, I'd hand-roll a can's worth of coins, or if need be, I'd tote two or three down to my credit union and peruse their coin counter, the use of which was free way back then. And if you've never tried it, it's kind of amazing how much folding money comes out of a 3-pound coffee can full of mixed coins.
So. One Sunday I get the urge to splurge on a ring that will show I'm serious about what I'm proposing. I hadn't used any "cans" for quite a very long while - a few years, in fact - partly because I hadn't needed to and partly because my credit union had started charging 5% for the use of their coin counter, so I hadn't been inclined to use it to make a deposit to a savings account or CD that paid a good bit less than that percentage in interest. (Over time they got so much blow back about that that they cut the rate to 2%, but still...)
Anyway, those cans being the only way this proposal was going to happen any time soon on the terms I wanted (I wanted that ring bought and paid for and not for it to be a balance on a credit card statement for months or years), I loaded every one of them that I had into my S-10 Blazer and headed off to a jeweler's on the far side of the city near where I live... a Mom & Pop local jeweler who had a rep for having a good selection of quality stuff in a range of prices rather than some national chain store.
Luckily it was sort of a slow day in the store when I arrived, and the owner was on hand himself to help me find what I wanted at a price I could live with. After about an hour or so of showing me individual unmounted diamonds of various weights, cuts, clarities and prices and numerous gold, silver and platinum settings, I'd decided on a modestly sized but very high-quality stone with all the light-gathering blue and white "fire" you could ask for, and a platinum setting of understated design that I thought to be the right compliment for the diamond. The price? Well, I'd paid whole a lot less for a couple of pretty good used trucks.
But I took a deep breath and told Mort - the owner's name was Mort, and though I didn't know him personally, everyone in town knew "Mort" because his name was in all his ubiquitous advertising - I told Mort I'd take the stone and setting on one condition... that I pay for it not in cash, but in *coin*, and that he set the stone and get the ring ready so that I could take it with me when I left, because if I didn't go and do what I knew I should do right then, there was a chance I might just chicken out.
Mort looked at me like I'd just walked in after parking my interstellar spaceship out in his parking lot, laughed and said, "You're kidding."
Then looking at me closely and before I could summon up the poker face to say "No" convincingly, he said, "You're not kidding, are you? You really have that much coin? Here? Now?"
I took him out to the Blazer, opened the passenger door so he could see the cans lining the floorboards ahead of the front and rear seats, then popped the rear hatch to give him the view in the cargo area.
After looking at those red and blue steel cans with their plastic tops for a few seconds - which seemed like hours to me - he shrugged his shoulders and said half laughing...
"Why not? But you've gotta' help count it."
Then, as he hefted one of the cans from the back...
"Pull this thing up in front of the door so we don't have to lug 'em so far. These darned things are heavy."
The afternoon was spent with Mort and his two salesgirls taking turns helping customers and counting out change on top of an old desk and the top of the jewelry case on which sat his cash register, with me separating the coinage into denominations to be counted and slipping the counted stacks of coins into the paper coin rolls Mort had retrieved from a drawer in the desk. I guess the whole process took about 3 hours. And when I shook Mort's hand as I left with the ring in my pocket, he said with a smile that he didn't think he'd be forgetting about this particular sale for a while.
And having left the store and driven straight to that pretty darned nice woman's house, by sundown the proposal had been made and accepted, with the story of how it came to fruition just the icing on the cake. Along with the three left over, unemptied coffee cans that went back home with me that evening.
When some weeks later the two of us went out to that store to pick out our wedding bands, Mort greeted us as we walked in with a smile of recognition, took me aside after I'd introduced my fiancé and asked...
"Did you bring any folding money this time?"
a great story!
Thanks. Glad you enjoyed reading it. I always enjoy telling it when the chance arises. Reminds me to laugh at myself in case I've forgotten how to since the last time it was told. 😉
I do a lot of storytelling as a gift to others. For some, it’s hearing the story it is the gift for others. It’s hearing the end of the story that is the gift. 🤦
But either way I get more out of it than they do. But it also reminds us not to take ourselves too seriously.
Great story!
And the really great thing about it is that it's all absolutely true. My soon-to-be wife just shook her head when it finally sunk in on her that what I was telling her about how I bought her ring was true. And we've shared more than a few laughs about it over the years.
It sounds just like you!
Are your horses pets or part of a business?
They will have to add a new unit to math instruction to explain how it works. Not that anybody will think about that, much less do anything about it.
I like the penny. I think the cost per unit is not the only consideration when it comes to coins. Their existence facilitates the whole monetary system. I am not going to change my mind about that. And now I may make the penny a part of my civil disobedience strategy.
I knew a man who loved money so much he named his children Cash and Penny.
And his neighbor loved alcohol so much he named his daughter Sherry.
As for the guy who married Fanny, I never learned what caught his attention.
You could be a Dominion traditionalist, just for nostalgic fun.
https://www.projectbritain.com/moneyold.htm
I wish we had something like the guinea. It was used for the purchase of items or services considered high-class or upscale. We could make it the equivalent of $1 plus 5 cents. It wouldn't have to be an actual coin; over there, amounts are still quoted in guineas in some situations, and can be paid using regular bills or coins. So it could just be a fun custom for us. We just need to have a name for it. The original guinea was named after the Guinea Coast in Africa, where the gold came from.
I read that. They cost 3.69¢ to mint, so essentially 4¢ by the time they're stacked and delivered to banks that don't even want them.
No one thinks a penny is worth a plugged nickel anymore.
And now we have a greater appreciation for your knowledge of coinage!
I wouldn’t give a farthing for your plugged nickel.
Well, I wouldn't give a red cent for your farthing.
Careful, or someone might call you a daft ha'p'orth.
Fools and their money. What are ya' gonna do? 🙄🙄🙄😉
😑
🙄😉
I like it here on Earth. The “Goose” concert was 3.5 hours long with one break. They played 4 songs (jam band joke.) We felt surrounded by 4,000 groupies. Everyone stood the entire time. It was at Miller High Life Theater (previously Milwaukee Theater) built in 1909, a grand old place somewhat refurbished. Many of the concert goers attended all three nights. We were thrilled the final song was our favorite song, “Dripfield.” The snow managed to stay north of us. The guitar and keyboard players (ah heck throw in the drummer) are seriously talented musicians.
I had to search "Goose Dripfield".... The realization I am an out of the loop olde guy just crashed in on me....
"I used to be with it, but then they changed what 'it' was. And now what I'm with isn't 'it', and what's 'it' seems weird and scary to me....IT'LL HAPPEN TO YOU!"....... Abe Simpson
"The Whales" is one of my other favorites! Take a listen, I bet you will like it.
That was in Milwaukee? Glad you had a good time. Must have been light traffic yesterday evening, since everyone was at the Formula One of World Cups or whatever it was. Tiddly Winks for LARPers mebbe?
Good morning. 18 degrees this morning, a bit colder, with predicted highs in the 30s. Snow on the way tomorrow, they tell me.
The mothership is covering their AI race between the US and PR China. But I hear there was a football game last night, one which everyone thought would be close, but was not close at all. Congrats to the Eagles!
Wonder if Kelce will be cast aside now?
He's 37 and taken a beating for the last 15-20 years. I bet the idea of retirement has been on his mind.
And my daffodils have started to poke their noses out of the ground. Go back to bed I tell them, but do they listen?
February is way early for daffodils, which typically come up in March.
Snow arriving in WI Wednesday, wouldn’t that make it Thursday for you? I think we’re getting 5-7”, ugh.
Chicago's supposed to get some snow, too. For a change.
Here's the long version:
Our region will remain beneath fast westerly flow aloft tonight, with a strong positive-tilt mid-level short wave tracking north of the region across the upper Midwest, northern Great Lakes and Ontario. Additional sheared mid-level energy will zip from the Plains to the mid-Mississippi Valley through early Tuesday. The local area will be split by stronger forcing to the north and better low-mid level baroclinicity to the south. However, weak warm advection and isentropic ascent response and associated transient frontogenesis is depicted in model guidance to develop from IA into southern WI and the northern Illinois late tonight into early Tuesday, which will likely increase saturation for a time.
Vigorous shortwave trough just offshore British Columbia is progged to dig south into the Four Corners region tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon before ejecting northeast across the Plains and into the Midwest Wednesday. Surface cyclogenesis will take place over the lower Ohio Valley Wednesday in response to this approaching trough. This low will then track northeast across the Ohio Valley. For the first time this winter, there will be ample cold air in place for an expansive shield of snow to develop on the cold side of this system.
Fairly strong isentropic ascent coupled with the strong upper level divergence should result in a 6-8 hour period of deep, strong ascent, focused on Wednesday afternoon and evening. Guidance shows a fairly impressive northward surge of moisture, with precipitable water values of around 150% of normal Wednesday afternoon, which coupled with the deep, strong omega should result in some fairly heavy snowfall.
Magical science words!
Well, the forecasters seem to know more about the science stuff than I do. I think those are real sciency words they are using. But they do use regular words like "zip" to paint a picture of how the air and water will be moving.
I look forward to watching the snowflakes whirl and dance in the light of the streetlamp, from my cozy perch on the sofa by the window.
It's supposed to rain here.
Must be a different weather system. We’re supposed to get 2-4” starting early tomorrow morning and going all day, but in the 30 to 32 degree range. If they miss the forecast geography by 25 miles or a couple degrees in temp, we get mostly rain.
Well, THAT was a little depressing, as if 34 and raining weren’t depressing enough. Entropy on a cosmic scale is more than I can handle.
Good that we’re here when we are. The cosmic timescales in the piece are far beyond single-species lifespans, I’d say, unless we’re really lucky and clever.
Super Bowl.... I liked Jon Batiste's National Anthem. Musically, he was doing some intricate jazz progressions, but it didn't go over into a disrespectful interpretation. The game...what a blowout. I didn't have a favorite, I just like a close game, and it sure wasn't that.
That was thought provoking. I tried to imagine what it would feel like looking up into a night sky and there were no stars, just our moon.
Cloudy as things have been here, I’d be thrilled to see the moon.
举头望明月，低头思故乡
Raising my head and looking at the moon, bowing my head and thinking of my hometown
……..Li Bai Tang Dynasty Poet 701-762 AD
Recently I had a surprise recollection and thought of this for you, which is pricey, maybe sold out, but I bet absolutely fantastic in photo quality:
https://kk.org/books/vanishing-asia
It looks fantastic. Too pricey for me. It's true, it's all vanishing, or vanished. In China, a lot of it is being resurrected in government directed happy people dancing in traditional costume shows, like Disneyland displays. The places that are still original are, sadly, poor and depressed beyond belief until you see it. The 20th century is when the world became small, and post WWII is when it all started to disappear completely.
It is very interesting to think of prosperity and lost worlds. It seems a universal cultural constant.
Pretty much what I see without my glasses.
But, you can put your glasses on. You have a choice. The universe is confounding enough without it feeling like being in a blank space.
Good morning, everyone. I could think about space.
Here’s something to take your mind off space and put it on “espace”.
https://youtu.be/9klF5oEKNbs?si=w0opYi7Nkf4kaHD8
Probably should have been hoisted on his own Picard for that.
🤣🤣🤣
Cute! "We're so poor, we don't even have a real language. All we have is this stupid accent!"
We're mostly empty space. Teeny tiny almost nothingness, separated by lots and lots of empty space.
What's not nothing is energy. We're not really here, but we're not only here, we're in places that don't actually exist, like Brandon Sanderson's Cosmere. Or does it exist as much as North Carolina does, since matter is energy and thoughts are energy?
Some pretty deep thoughts there, Cynthia. Maybe you could apply that Big Brain Power to another burning cosmological question, that being that "since matter is energy and thoughts are energy", is it somehow possible that all birds are cats?
You seem rather uniquely qualified to answer this one...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIl1VuGTk3g
That was cute. Owls are not cats.
Yeah. But those two guys are a hoot.
Edit: Here's more proof...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qa102Gb-AI8
Not entirely sure they were just talking about The Land Down Under there.
I have a headache...
You and me both. All that Deep State stuff down here is enough. All this Deep Space stuff up there is just way more than enough.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep
Good morning. I was asleep.
Yes. But were you dreaming? I dream, therefore I am.
I'm sure I was.
Are you sure you weren't just dreaming that you were asleep? ;)
That happens sometimes. Then I dream I woke up.
We've been up all night watching old B&W film noir movies. Dick Powell, Lee J Cobb, George Raft.
We made a strong ham and pea soup, diced potatoes and carrots for the Super Bowl. In a large yellow LeCreuset pot we got a couple decades back. It really keeps the heat nice.
438am 55F
Is there a streaming service for those?
Cast iron is fab for stews.
Tubi is awesome. Free or comes with Amazon I think
I wondered why you were up so early!
I went to bed at 7:30 p.m. EST. 43 right now, high of 51. Supposed to be colder tomorrow and rain all day.
That's the truth