The quick red fox jumped over the lazy red dog.

     Coffee and I are sitting here.  I like the title.  Been a whole week.  Work this week was crazy, an hour of overtime every day.  Literally would come home, have dinner, think I cooked twice.  By the time I finished my evening smoke I was done.  And that's where I've been.  But the rest of you?

     The silent majority that reads these ramblings for some reason.  Where did you go?  It's alright, most of you will return.  I'm the same way, stop looking daily if a blog stops posting.  So subscribe or comment.  Anyway.
 
     Let's see there's been a few intriguing things.  Firstly the garage sales last week.  Yes I made a live recording.  Just don't feel like jotting it down here.  

     I routed it out nicely again.  I must say that I found where each on was.  However, the weekend was a wash out because of the off and on spotty rain.  So it was more of just a pleasant drive.  And maybe 1 time of finding a little place to pull over and have an enjoyable smoke.

     If you didn't realize I do often look at the previous post, helps me keep slightly cohesive.  Often I look, just as often I do not.  Did today.  I did record my gas mileage.  The air conditioner really whallops my gas consumption.  I go from about 33-34 mpg down to 29 mpg.  I wonder what heat will do.  Luckily I haven't really needed it much.  But all is well and we two are good pals.  And I still don't smoke in it.

     Last week I was approached by someone who wanted to know if my old car, still in the driveway, was for sale.  I cannot tell you how much that bothered me.  I know it's been there for months.  My lazy assed self just hasn't cleaned it out...I have to.  My point was I wasn't crazy that someone wanted my car.  I became a bit paranoid that it was going to be stolen.  Yeah, I know, sad.

     That passed.  Then last weekend while I was away, someone else asked my brother in law.  Strangers.  Nooooo!  Trust me I do not live in a gated community, it has its strifes like many others.  In fact it was my neighborhood, a few years back, that the cops lost a car in.  The suspect had stolen from the local mall and lost the cops in my neighborhood.

     For some reason this sort of made me nervous.  The cops?  No! Pay attention.  The fact that some one, no 2 some one's, have noticed my platless car in my driveway for a few months.  Then had the audacity to offer me money for it.  Yeah I need to get rid of it next weekend.

     I think it is just that I strive to be the background.  I've reasons that I don't to be in any spot light.  They go back a ways.  So for a few nights I was very conscious of any noise outside.  Very comical when you think about it. 
"No not the cars that are 4 years old.  We're here to steal the 14 year old beauty."

     So really that's where I've been.  I just really didn't  have much to say or the energy to tell you.

     This weekend it's off to NYC.  That will be tomorrow night.  I've given you enough to digest.

later.....tbc.









 

coffee on any ordinary Sunday Part Deux

     No, this wasn't supposed to be a 2 part entry.  But after another cup of coffee, and the mapping and plotting  the route.  I've become more energized and coherent about it.

     This should be fun.  Okay it's near 8 here.  I am in need of breakfast, comb through the hair, quick trip to the bank.  Ahh and now the stress of brother in law going out for their Saturday morning breakfast.

     I shall empty the dishwasher before I leave.  My I thing is charging nicely, 99% as of the last coffee refill.  Back to the garage sale thing.

     Friend of mine says go with an idea of what you want to buy in mind.  However, I'm just browsing and giving myself something to do.  Good grief in the time it took to write this little paragraph my brother in law passed 4 times in a gruff manner getting stuff for sister.  Yeah, this is why I make plans.

     I've also come up with a different strategy.  I'm going to the ones farthest away and wending my way homeward.
1) Because its different.
2)This will also make sure I don't get there to early before they set up.

     Oh and I need to get gas this morning.  And see how my gas mileage is doing.  Okay It's 8 ish.  I may make a recording like I did on the original journey and weave a tale.  We shall see.

Later.
this time I mean it.

Saturday's Highlinghts. Long Entry.

     Top of the morning, 6:30 on a Sunday morning, looks to be a hot day out there but only into the low 80's a bit of relifef out there people.

     Okay now more realistic.  A plodding pace.  Munching on a few fried calamari, I do not understand why I love them more the next morning ice cold.  No sauce, just popping them and enjoying.  Got them for dinner last night.  Well that and some potatoe skins.  Skins are gone and were delicious topped with the fra diablo sauce.  Unfortunately, the place forgot my sisters order.  She also went with the skins and ordered chicken fingers.  I called the place and they will credit us.  I offered to pick them up but she said forget it.  Oooooh coffee beeped.  I'll be back.

     A fine cup indeed.  It's in a mug from a general store.  It's a landmark or some such.  The sell usual stuff, code for I can't really get the words together.  Some old time candies.  I rememberd being along the back wall and looking at stuff.  I saw this mug. I dropped it.  Didn't break or chip.  I recieved no recriminations from the employess, I bought it.  It has raised lettering and even the front of the store on the front is raised.  You cannot find it anymore.  They are all the usual slick mugs on the shelf, nothing distinguished, glad I bought it.  Anyways...as for the recorded live bit, I kept voice memos on each stop.

     I set sail on the warm and muggy Saturday morning.  First to the bank, done off the list, couldn't do loan because I didn't have the payoff amount and my person was on vacation.  It was just after 9, I'd intended to have a smoothie to make the hot drive more pleasant but the crepe place wasn't open.  Back to my town.  A hair cut was in order, there was one person in front of me.  

     Told the guy I'd be back, he said not to go far.  My starting point was the garage sale that was right in town.  So off I went.  Up and Down the whole avenue, no sale, no signs.  I returned and got my hair cut.  Also decided to go to a smoothie place called jamba juice since it was technically on my way.  

     $10 haircut $3 dollar tip; odometer set to zero; started drive to second place when I decided place wasn't called jamba juice but tropical smoothie.  Off I went.  Never found it on the highway.

      10:31, first garage sale, directions were spot on according to my voice memo thing.  Not much at all at the garage sale for me.  Also it was now 84 degrees, decided to put a/c on when doing the memo part.  Came to conclusion to turn around, wasn't going back to crepe place, to far now, back down the highway, if I didn't find tropical smoothie I'd just hit the house for an Honest Ade in the fridge.

     Apparently on way back I do find....ba ba bup...Jamba Juice.  $6.40 smoothie, blueberry, strawberry, banana, peach and mango, non dairy.  I note it is thick as all Hell and should last.  I can tell you it was very enjoyable.  Think it was the Middle size.

     I missed the next garage sale because of all the backtracking necessary.  I did pick up one in the development, not much to offer.  11:11 I do make a note of speaking about the devolpment.  It was neat, the main road in had benches and even a gazebo every now and then, just looked so nice a place for a rest and even a smoke.  

     Also, let me say that this is a neat way to spend time and see some new areas of your towns.  Hopefully safe ones.  I avoid ones that give me a queasy feeling.  Probably why I don't go to the area my friend who gave me this idea goes to.  That area can be very......strange.

     Found the next one on the list easily.  Was on a dead end street that had really nice 2 story houses.  Pointy roofs, I'm sorry I really don't know enough to say what style.  Was a good draw, nice high end stuff, nothing for me however.  Now it was back up on the highway, 3 to go.

     After some machinations I found the next place.  A sale in a new little 1 street development.  Junk mostly.   Then I got really lost.

     Was an area I wasn't familiar with at all, followed my directions.  Passed a 2 light intersection where cops were checking seatbelts.  At the end of where I went was the hospital mom died in, good hospital, so I turned around.  I do a turn around, pass the cops again, wind up in a town I don't want to be lost in.  Turn around back towards the hospital, yes, pass the cops one more time for good measure.  Pull into the parking lot, make a note that it is 11:35 and I'm giving up and getting on with my day.  I don't though.  There is only 1 more garage sale to go.

     Of course I pass another along side a very busy road, make a left and up the street.  Oh the street.  From the trees, the lazy look of it, to the pavement on the street.  Took me back to my childhood, it rocked.  

     Anyway, that garage sale was non-existent as well, turned around, avoided the idea of getting hit on side of the road and ended it at the water. 

     I was close enough and in fact note that I ended it at the water where I generally smoke my cigar.  The parking lot where I sit has no garbage cans, so you have to walk up to the next one to toss the debris.  

     Official time it was over I say, on memo, 12:09. Total miles 36.9.  Not bad at all.  Hope you enjoyed this entry.