Non-Specific Stuff

Greetings Fellow Humans.  How are things?  We are still slightly delirious over the fact that the orange dumpster fire has received 37 charges in the Florida indictments.  THIRTY SEVEN.  That's impressive.    Even better is the fact that he has to have a local lawyer, and thus far no one in Florida wants to represent him.  He needs a lawyer that specializes in national security issues.  Perhaps it is his habit of not paying people, or perhaps it's the crap he spouts on Truth Social that make people not want to work for him.  Anyway, he doesn't have representation yet.  This article was on Yahoo News this morning, it's a pretty good accounting of what he's facing and why he should quit talking.

There has been painting.  One morning Jim up and announced he was going to paint the door frame of the people door into the garage.  I helped with masking, however he paints wood better than I do, so I did not help there.

There has been riding to the lake.  We've seen a bicycle tour group a couple of times.  We can't find the tour on their website, but it seems odd that people will pay money to ride on a public bike trail.  Maybe it's like when we went to France and rode on public roads, we needed someone to give us a map and tell us where to go.  When you live somewhere, it never seems like it should be a tourist destination.  We were shocked when cruise ships started docking in Seattle.

This is currently in bloom at the state park.  Google identifies it as a Viper's-bugloss.

There was a stretch of terrible weather recently, so we reluctantly decided to unload the downstairs bedroom and paint it.  It was the last big painting effort.  It's the same color as before, but we fixed a bunch of holes in the sheet rock and now they don't drive me crazy anymore.  The light is so bad down there between the over head light and the halogen work lights that there are no pictures.  So, painting is done except for a couple of nail pops in the laundry room.  They bother Jim more than me, so there's no telling when they'll get done.

This is the Garland region of Spokane.  We were there taking watches in for new batteries.  It's a nice, retro very walkable part of town.

The axle traps arrived.  They're just a thing of beauty, really pretty machining.  Now we have to figure out how to line up the bikes, where the forks should be and all of that.  However, look at how they're packaged.  The brown you see is the cardboard, the beige with swirly things is tape.  They taped every corner, every seam, and the top and bottom.  The whole thing just tickles me.  If you need axle traps, check out Unaka.

These are fledgling yellow-crowned night herons.  You can read their story here on twitter.  They're such goofy looking birds.  They're currently recovering at the New York Wild Bird Sanctuary.

I must go now, we're actually cooking from a recipe tonight.  It's not something we do very often.