The barbed wire fence was little deterrent as this water tank along NM14 and it got a very colorful paint job. There was a geocache just a little further north along the fence.
Miata Top Transitions since 10/24/08: 178
The barbed wire fence was little deterrent as this water tank along NM14 and it got a very colorful paint job. There was a geocache just a little further north along the fence.
I need to swap the bedroom set to the summer bedroom. I need to clean the pine pollen off the back deck. The garbage disposal in the kitchen has stopped working, so I need to take it apart and see what has jammed it up. I still have 12 days of vacation photos sort through.
Oh, and I have to order a new battery for the Miata.
We finished a disappointing tied for fifth (out of 6 cars) in the rally this morning. We made one error due to a
misleading statement from the rally masters misinterpretation and another because of a missed a clue. We felt that we had kept track of the time and mileage overruns, but even subtracting them from our totals we were still way over and lost big points. The capper was I worked a pounds to kilogram conversion the wrong way and blew the bonus question.
After lunch at the BBQ place one of the Club members had left his lights on and the car wouldn’t start. That is a picture of three of us trying to push start him. After about 4 or 5 attempts we gave up on that and went inside to see about borrowing some jumper cables. The jump start work its magic and off he went.
On the way home Donna and I stopped at a quick stop store in south Augusta to get a bottled water and a Sprite. When we got back in the car I turned the key and was met with silence. Hmm, did I have the clutch all the way in? Tried again and still nothing, but radio display flashed as I went by. The dome light was on, so I figured it wasn”t a dead battery. Funny thing was that with the ignition switch in the ACC position the radio display would flash and there was a clicking sound (like 2 relays) coming from the instrument cluster.
Pulled out the cell phone and called Rudy (AKA Clunk) (or is it Thunk) and his first thought was battery, even after I described the symptoms. He said hold on, I’ll get the truck and come take a look. Thirty minutes later Rudy and Patti pull up. He brought some wrenches so we could remove the battery and (for what I figured was for testing purposes) the battery out of his Mazdaspeed Miata. We swapped batteries and the car started right up. According to Rudy the newer batteries don’t give you any warning, like they used to in the olden days. now they just up and die. We called a couple places to see if they had any batteries for the car and one said we don’t carry ‘em, called the dealer and the other had one, but for $90 and he was all the way on the other side of town. Rudy has his truck and Patti just got a new Lexus, so he let me babysit his battery for a while.
It is still going to cost a hundred bucks or so for the battery, but it won’t be a generic replacement from Autozone, it’ll be a quality Westco replacement that is designed for the Miata.
While on vacation I used the credit card for everything, but because I am so used to using the debit card, I moved it to a slot of the wallet that was out of sight and put the CC up front. The only time the debit card was used was to take out cash every other day or so. The cash was for drinks, snacks, trinkets and lunch if it was cheap enough.
As we were leaving Cortez, CO towards the end of the vacation we filled up with gas and then went inside to grab some cash at the ATM. I swiped the card, punched in my PIN and the machine whirred for a while and spit out a receipt. No cash though.
I called out to the woman behind the counter, “Is this thing out of order? I didn’t get any cash.” She said that they hadn’t had any complaints. Like ever even, it always works. She said the store wasn’t responsible for the machine, but she walked over with her cordless phone and asked if there was a phone number on it. I read her the 1–800 number and she dialed it.
About then I took a good look at my receipt:
Requested Amount: $60.00
Dispensed Amount: $0.00
I told her, “Go ahead and hang up and I apologize, it was operator error.” I had swiped the credit card and typed in the debit card PIN. DOH!
Sunday I got the screened porch cleaned off of pollen and we moved into our “summer” bedroom. Tonight I finished editing down the vacation pictures to 124. For most, the title will be enough, but I still will need blurbs for quite a few of them so they make some sense. I ordered the new Miata battery this morning. Tonight I fixed garbage disposal, it grinds up stuff just fine
But in the process I created two leaks under the sink. There is now a plastic bin under there to catch the water. I knew I was in trouble when I disconnected the disposal drain outlet, the rubber gasket was all gunked up, along with the seating surface of the unit. I was not going to be able to make a watertight connection no matter how hard I tried cleaning up, but I tried anyway. As a bonus the thin wall tubing’s flange was eroded away in a small area. The other leak is over near the trap section of the Rube Goldberg maze of piping required for a double sink with a disposal.
Tomorrow it is off to the Big Box Home Improvement Store to buy a new unit, some piping and a gasket or two.
The FRS are playing the MFY tonight on ESPN and the game that was supposed to start at 7:00 PM just started (2–1/2 hours late) because of a rain delay. Every time these two teams get together it is a marathon heavyweight fight lasting around 4 hours, so I will be reading about how this one comes out tomorrow morning.
1. First thing Monday morning call a Miata.net vendor to purchase new battery. I chose MMMiata because they are 200 miles away, not Moss Motors which is 2000+ miles away, so I could get it before Thursday when I would return Rudy his battery at the MMC meeting.
2. Confirm with CSR that the battery is in stock.
3. Await emailed shipping confirmation.
4. Tuesday mid-morning call MMMiata to find out why no email. Turns out when they said it was in stock, it was in stock at the manufacturer and it would ship from Pennsylvania. My order was taken Monday morning and faxed to Westco on Tuesday, so it would probably ship Wednesday, with a 2 to 3 day delivery. Meaning if I’m lucky, I might get the battery Friday.
5. Hang Up in Disgust.
6. Get butt chewed by wife for not ensuring prompt delivery.
7. Call local dealer to see if they a Miata battery in stock. Augusta sold their last one yesterday and might get some more on Wednesday or Thursday. In Columbia they have two on the shelf.
8. Call MMMiata to see if they can expedite delivery. They have to call Westco and get back to me. Receive phone message that they could do it and it is not too late, just call and let them know if I want that. Call MMMiata back and be told it would be approximately $50 more (over the $18 already paid for delivery) to get it to me by Thursday.
9. Cancel order with MMMiata. Be told it will be at least Friday before my charge card is refunded because that is the day they do that.
10. Drive to Mazda dealer in Columbia and hand them my charge card.
How could this have happened? We had some thunderstorms come through the area last night, maybe high winds? Another bird/animal chase it into the fence?
Just as mysterious as its appearance, was its disappearance. By our afternoon walk, the bird’s body was gone with no sign of it on the ground, nary a feather anywhere…
First the garbage disposal debacle, then the Battery saga, now this morning I get a call from the bank’s fraud unit. Somebody got a new wardrobe using my debit card. Three hundred dollars at Men’s Wearhouse, another $160 at Men’s Wearhouse and $140 at FootSmart. Oh, yeah, and a dollar at iTunes.
We had to stop at the bank on the way home and fill out some paperwork. Because it is a debit card the money is out of the account, we’ll get it back, it is just a matter of time.
The MMC monthly meeting tonight was at a Chinese restaurant and , no fooling, my fortune was: “Now is a lucky time for you — take a chance.”
So on the way home we stopped and bought a MegaMillions lottery ticket using the six numbers on the back.
Fourd Seasons — a car sculpture next to Carhenge in Alliance, NE.
I have posted my vacation photos online, both here and on Flickr. Right now there are titles and no captions, so it is sort of like watching TV with it on mute, you can get the gist of it, but not the full effect. Come back in a week or so…
We returned the dead battery to the dealer in Columbia. The fellow was supposed to charge us 9 bucks for a core charge the other day, but he waived it and asked that we bring the battery back whenever it was convenient for us. Well, it probably would never be convenient, but it was an excuse to go caching.
I picked out a few along the route there and a bunch more once we got to the capital city. First stop was Leesville. From the description and clues we figured it would have been an easy find, we were wrong. after a couple of passes with the GPS we were getting frustrated. To make matters worse, today was the town’s annual Poultry Festival and people started showing up looking for a place to park to get to the festival area, so we logged a DNF. There were two other caches in Leesville, but we went ahead and marked them for a return visit some time when it was quieter.
The next one was up the road about ten miles and it was another that sounded easy and ended up as a DNF. Number three was in Lexington in a small patch of woods and after poking around in the forest floor for 5 minutes we started to seriously doubt our geocaching abilities. Donna wanted to toss our electronics into the nearby pond.
After dropping off the battery at the Mazda dealer we headed to downtown to take a second pass at a cache we DNF last month just before starting on vacation even with the help of Donna’s sister Sandy and a helpful building employee. In another bit a bad timing, we couldn’t find a place to park close by and there were lots of people roaming the area because there was an event at the nearby civic center. Once again we couldn’t find a regular sized container inside a 5′ x 25′ garden.
Good thing we found the next three we attempted or I would have helped Donna throw the GPS and PDA into the nearest body of water.
When we got home I realized we had been visited by the Sheetrock Fairy. There leaning against the side of the house was a partial sheet of drywall, a box of screws, a roll of tape and a bucket of mud.
Friday afternoon was replace the garbage disposal day. On the way home from work we stopped in at Home Depot and bought a Badger 5 and a 12″ long 1–1/2 diameter metal flanged pipe to replace the eroded original.
Right up front I caught a break, Insinkerator has not changed their sink flange/mount in the intervening decades since the old disposal was produced. I got to skip the first dozen steps because I didn’t have to remove the old sink drain/flange and install a new one. Little did I know this was the last break I’d get until the next day.
Unhooking the electricals and rewiring the new disposal went smoothly and in flash the unit was mounted to the sink. I took the old pipe and the new one into the garage, dug out my $1.98 hack saw, measured the old pipe, transferred that number to the new pipe and cut it off. Crawled under the sink and mounted the new discharge pipe to the disposal. Uh, oh. It was too short, it didn’t reach the drain pipe on the other sink. The new disposal was a couple inches smaller in diameter than the old.
At this point I have to interject an observation, both my wife and I agree that it took 3 trips to HD to complete the job, but neither of us can remember what the second two entailed exactly.
Not only was the pipe too short, but it was misaligned vertically as well. Back to the store for more pipe. I could get another 12″ metal pipe, but there were no metal T sections for under the second sink to be found, so we ended up with three pieces of plastic 1–1/2 pipe. I also spent $6.50 on a new hack saw.
At home I measured twice and cut once and got everything back together. Now for the test. We ran the tap and hit the switch. No leakage at the disposal to sink and disposal to outlet pipe, but that pesky u-trap was dripping pretty good. I tried two different types washers (a hard plastic wedge and a square rubber gasket) with no help. I put a wrench on the normally hand tighten joint and even that didn’t do any good. After about three hours of monkeying around it was decided to just clean up and leave a plastic bin under the u-trap and revisit it another day.
When we looked in on the bin on Saturday it was dry. Huh? Ran some more water, spun the disposal and there was no leak anymore. Cool.
The only problem with these spontaneous cures is wondering when they might spontaneously fail.
Dino — In front of Flintstones Bedrock City in Custer, SD.
I wish I had taken a few more pictures of this place, but it looked a little rundown (sort of like nothing had been done to it since its heyday in the early 70’s) and neither Donna nor I felt comfortable parked in the empty lot out front, we didn’t even want to go in the Gift Shop which looked open.
Three Hillbillies are sitting on a porch shootin’ the breeze.
1st Hillbilly says: “My wife sure is stupid!…She bought an air conditioner.”
2nd Hillbilly says: “Why is that stupid?”
1st Hillbilly says: “We ain’t got no ‘lectricity!”
2nd Hillbilly says: “That’s nothin’! My wife is so stupid, she bought one of them new fangled warshin’ machines!”
1st Hillbilly says: “Why is that so stupid?”
2nd Hillbilly says: ”Cause we ain’t got no plummin’!”
3rd Hillbilly says: “That ain’t nuthin’! My wife is dumber than both yer wifes put together! I was going through her purse the other day lookin’ fer some change, and I found 6 condoms in thar.”
1st and 2nd Hillbillies say: “Well, what’s so dumb about that?”
3rd Hillbilly says: “She ain’t got no pecker.”
One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and starts to read a book.
Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, “Good morning, Ma’am. What are you doing?”
“Reading a book,” she replies.
“You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,” he informs her.
“I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.”
“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”
“If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” says the woman.
“But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.
“That’s true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.”
“Have a nice day ma’am,” and he left.
A man goes to an oral surgeon to have a tooth pulled.
The dentist pulls out a freezing needle to give the man a shot.
“No way! No needles! I hate needles!” the patient said.
The dentist starts to hook up the laughing gas & the man objects.
“I can’t do the gas thing. The thought of having the gas mask on is suffocating me!”
The dentist then asks the patient if he has any objection to taking a pill.
“No objection,” the patient says. “I’m fine with pills.”
The dentist then returns and says, “Here’s a Viagra tablet.”
The patient says, “Wow! I didn’t know Viagra worked as a pain killer!”
“It doesn’t,” said the dentist, “but it will give you something to hold onto when I pull your tooth.
…is Friday, May 15th. Donna and I won’t be riding to work that day, I have a doctor’s appointment across town, so we are riding tomorrow. Which is OK because it will be smack in the middle of Bike to Work Week and it is pretty near the middle of National Bike Month.
I just hope the roads aren’t crowded tomorrow.
A murderous ex-dead person, psycho doctor with a H-bomb, a love triangle handcuffed together in sub, a giant ancient statue and a mysterious metal box.
This is goin’ to be good.
While discussing last night’s Season ender of TDTVS around the water cooler in the office today I mentioned that I sort of enjoyed the way it was done and I’m looking forward to next season. The only part I thought was really overdone was the Juliet being sucked into the hole with Sawyer trying to save her. While poking around the net I found a TV writer from USA Today or the Boston Globe that thought that scene was the highlight of the show and Josh Holloway should get an Emmy nod for it.
I would tell you that the whole nuclear bomb to prevent the plane crash in the future bit was when the show jumped the shark, but I’m not sure that term could even apply to LOST. It has been doing that since the pilot episode. Maybe if they didn’t have some harebrained out in left field thing going on, that would be their version of jumping the shark.
Donna and I took the afternoon off to go see the new Star Trek flick. We picked a Thursday afternoon in hopes that we would be some of only a few folks watching. Should have waited until next week, I guess it is still too new, because there was a big crowd, probably 25 people in the theater.
You can tell the people who made this movie are fans of the original because the casting was near perfect and the Nimoy scenes were there for a purpose, not just thrown in as a fan appeasement. Two and a half stars out of 4. Will I go to the theater to see it again? Nope. Will I buy the DVD? Nope. Will I watch it on TV if I stumble on it in a couple years? Probably. My only real complaint is the same one I have about most new movies based on older TV shows or movies (with the exception of the second X-Files movie); because we can, we do, with the special effects.
I was just out in the garage giving the Emperor a little sponge bath in preparation for tomorrow’s MMC event when I spotted a cricket watching me. I’m not even positive crickets have eyes, but this one sure seemed like it was giving me the once over. There were several large splats on the nose of the car that I was Quick Detailing off and maybe this cricket felt I was being disrespectful of a dead relative or something.
It was no ordinary cricket either, it was big one, about the size my friend Mark might use as bait while fishing for kayak sized catfish. Well, all that staring kind of unnerved me a little, so I slipped off my sneaker and moved slowly that direction to flatten Jiminy out.
In some places it is believed if you kill a cricket it is bad luck, but with the way my luck is running recently, who would notice. I’ve also heard that if kill a cricket it’ll rain, but with the weather we’ve had, and are predicted to have, who would notice.
As I swung my Nike with deadly intent at our giant cricket, it leaped out of the way at the last minute. Did he jump away from me, no, he jumped AT me!
I am proud to say that I didn’t squeal like a little girl as it bounced off my arm, then my chest and then who knows where. I did however flail my arms and upper body around in a pathetic attempt to get away like an uncoordinated spaz who just stepped on a banana peel.
There is a house just around the corner and down the street that has a sign out front. One of those $1.79 ones from Home Depot that says in big white letters on a red background:
If you were his tenant imagine how fast this guy will spend money to fix a problem?
I went out to the edge of the lawn and retrieved the paper. We ate both breakfast and lunch on the porch. Other than that, neither of us have been outside the house. Unless virtual forays via the internet count.
The weather was calling for an 80% chance of rain, so we had planned indoor activities. We watched the first 4 episodes of this season’s Law & Order: Criminal Intent, caught episodes 3 & 4 of this season’s In Plain Sight and the movie, The Changeling. It never did rain. Until the day was 80% over.
I went outside to get the paper this morning and discovered I had been magically transported to November. It was cold, well relatively, anyway. We even put the top up on the way to work and probably will again tomorrow when it is supposed to be in the middle 40s.
Tonight when we went out to pay bills we grabbed two on the other side of Aiken. Both of these were considered small in size. We are slowly integrating the smaller hides into our repertoire. We were six out of nine geocaching on Saturday morning with the fifth one being find #100. The three missed were in the small category, but we weren’t totally hopeless at that size, two of the six finds were considered small.
Looked down this morning on the way to work and I noticed the odometer read 91047. When did that happen? Over the weekend? Some time in the last couple of days?
I couldn’t stand it any longer, upgraded WordPress to Version 2.7 tonight and to top it off I added a new look (with still some tweaking to do.)
There are only 5 days left until my Flickr Pro account expires. I’m not so sure I want to renew, I could waste that $25 somewhere else.
I like hosting my own pictures as I have total control on how they are displayed, but they don’t get as wide an exposure if they are just stuck here in my corner of the internet.
Previously I used (still do actually) a simple gallery script, but anytime I changed the look of the blog I had to monkey with the script’s CSS to get the galleries to match the blog http://tinyurl.com/43e39j.
With the recent upgrade I’m trying a gallery plugin that will solve the look issue, but it doesn’t work as automatically as I’d like. It imports a directory fine, but doesn’t create all the thumbnails http://www.mr-miata.net/?page_id=4087. Plus I will have to re-title and enter the captions for all those hundreds of images (453 just of Post offices.) Oh well, what else do I have to do?
How about captioning those last 120 vacation photos before you forget what they are of.
We are in Hendersonville, NC for the next couple nights. My sister and her husband are visiting the area and seeing as this is closer than Connecticut we always try and meet them when they are here. For years they have been telling us that when Allen hits 55 he is going to retire early and move here.
Tonight while on a drive north of town they asked if we minded visiting a development where there are some nice home lots that they we thinking of buying in, we said sure. We drove up to near the highest point in the place and looked around. It was about 500 feet higher than the main road and the views were great. There were a couple/three lots still open, one had a for sale by developer sign, one had a for sale by a realtor sign and one didn’t have any sign except for what looked like a buried cable marker. All of them looked like a nice spot to put a home.
After we got back to the hotel my sister told us that the one without a for sale sign was theirs. They had bought it a couple years ago and wanted to get an unbiased opinion from us.
We started the day at Chimney Rock Park where we spent about 3 hours walking up, around and about on the trails and stairs there. Lunch was on the outside deck at a small Mexican place in the neighboring town of Lake Lure where Donna and I had eaten a couple years ago on a fall leaf peeping expedition. It was as good as we remembered it.
From there we made another run to their now revealed secret hideaway. We drove around, got a tour of a model home where the decorating budget was probably more than the cost of our home in Aiken. Allan then took a look at a different lot and spent several minutes talking to the developer’s son trying to work a deal.
After a two hour break for afternoon naps we went back into downtown Hendersonville to see the end of the big plant & flower show and get some dinner. Two words: West First. Best pizza since, well, ever.
Between yesterday and today we are 6 for 6 in geocaches. Five of which Diane & Allen have done with us (we may have converts on our hands.) Tomorrow on the trip home we may do a few, weather permitting.
The weather that is. It was raining when we got up, so we decided to take the Interstate back instead of US25. This put us off the Geocaching Along A Route plan, so that even when the sun did come out towards the end of the trip and the top came down we were nowhere near anything to look for.
Here is a photo from yesterday. The 404′ Hickory Nut Falls at Chimney Rock Park.
I’ve been trying to get all my photo galleries transferred over to the new style. I’ve got most of them done, but I will still have to copy and paste titles and captions to the hundreds of photos. And that doesn’t include the 453 Post Office pictures…
Frantically trying to download all my Flickr images that I don’t have a gallery for here by tomorrow, so I don’t have pay them the $25.
That’s not really accurate, I have plenty to say, I just can’t get motivated to say it, rather wander the net. Serious case of BA tonight.
Every Wednesday Firehouse Subs comes to ASCO and sells fresh made sandwiches. There is a three woman crew that makes about 70–80 sandwiches between 11:30am and 1:00pm. For the ease of it (and the shapes sort of fit), lets call them Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear. Papa Bear is the one in charge, the order taker and money handler. She recognizes the regulars, remembers their names and their usual sandwich of choice.
Donna and I sporadically take advantage of this service every couple weeks or so. Today was our monthly engineering department communications meeting/lunch where everyone buys a sub to eat while we watch a PowerPoint presentation and discuss current events, work related and otherwise. Usually Donna and I split a sub and she eats at her desk while I eat mine at the meeting, but today I was on my own as Donna didn’t want a sub.
I’m guessing to either eliminate boredom or perhaps give some cross-training, Papa Bear has started making the subs and Momma Bear has been handling the ordering part of the business. Now I’m sure Momma Bear is a nice kid and all, but I think when they were passing out brains she didn’t get in line because she thought they said trains and wasn’t interested.
I ordered a small steak sub, $4.50, added an iced tea, $1.25 and you could hear the gears turning, after a slight pause she said $5.75. I handed her a ten dollar bill and I think she stopped breathing for a second as she harnessed all her brain functions to do the math. It just wasn’t happening so she punted, “Papa..what’s.” I said, “$4.25.”
I think if I had said $7.25, she would have given it to me.
Last night at around 11:30 as I was lying in bed reading I heard a loud BRRRRRRRP noise that lasted for 5 or 6 seconds. It was right out side the window. It happened again but for a slightly shorter time. But this time it didn’t quit, the sound level went down to a dull brrrrrrrr…
The only only thing mechanical right outside our bedroom window is the A/C unit. When I opened the window I could tell that was where the noise was coming from. I checked the vent and air was coming out, but it wasn’t cold anymore. I shut off the thermostat and went to sleep. Tomorrow was another day.
This morning I called a repair place and they said they could have someone out to the house about 3 o’clock. I took the afternoon off from work not only to go home and wait, but to accomplish a couple small things around the house that needed doing. The fellow called at 2 to ask if it was OK to come over now. He made the call from my driveway. He had knocked, but didn’t get an answer. That was because I was on the back deck washing off a year’s worth of mildew and dirt with the pressure washer.
He was done in about a half hour, the only thing wrong was a dead Flux Capacitor. Actually the dual run/start capacitor for the blower and the compressor was shorted out.
At what point does too much advertising about a new product tip over into negative feeling towards said product?
Finally, after being not literally, but figuratively rained out all last week and the first 80% of this week we got to ride the bike into work today.
We went for a nice little hike in Hitchcock Woods this morning, that is until we were stumped for the second time trying to find the Crazy Creek Cache. We tried three weeks ago and trampled the heck out of the hillside where this thing is located without finding it. Today we were confident that it wouldn’t elude us again, unfortunately all we did was delude ourselves. Also we didn’t know it at the time, but it set the tone for the rest of the morning. We tried two other caches more near downtown Aiken after we exited the woods and were stumped by both of them.
When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping, so we went to Kroger to get our weekly supply of groceries (at least there we found everything.)
I changed the oil and rotated the tires on the Emperor after shopping.
This evening we drove with some friends to Lexington for some deep dish goodness at the Uno Chicago Grill there. This is the very antithesis of last weekend’s pizza in Hendersonville. Donna and I knew better, sensing a large meal, we split a salad and a pizza for one. That was just enough, but regrettably when Rudy and Patti offered me a slice from their large pie, the still lingering great taste in my mouth overruled my common sense and I ate the tendered piece. It tasted great but sat heavy with me for the next couple hours.
I picked out seven caches in northwest Florence near the HIE where we were going to be staying, so we would have something to look for before we met Laurie at 8:30. The first one we even walked to because it was behind the McDonald’s at the same exit.
Another cache was right down the road from the hotel near a boat ramp. It was back in the woods a hundred yards or so and we had been doing the drunken bee dance for about 10 minutes and getting a little frustrated. It was an ammo ca, it shouldn’t be this hard to find. It was kind of trashy in there too, cans, bottles, plastic bags, etc, amazing how much considering how far away we were from where humans should have normally been. We were standing there deciding whether we should dance some more or give up, we had the time constraint of the breakfast meet and all, when I saw some black boat line at my feet and wrapped around the base of the tree we were standing next to. My natural curiosity led me to see where the other end of it went. There, suspended about 20 feet above our heads by that black rope, was an ammo can.
We found six, but elected to ignore the last one when Donna read in the logs about there being a lot of ticks in the area where it was hid. We had run out of time anyway, when we got to the Cracker Barrel it was already 8:27. Laurie’s car wasn’t there. She is normally very prompt, so we knew we wouldn’t have to wait long.
Pretty soon it was 8:40 and still no blue Honda Accord, so we broke out the cell phone and gave her a call to see where she was. She wasn’t answering her cell, so figuring I had mislabeled her numbers in our phone’s directory I tried the home number. She answered and I asked,“Where are you?” “Home,” came the reply. She quickly put two and two together and knew why I was calling on a Sunday morning, so she added, “That’s next week.”
Earlier this week when via emails we agreed to meet for breakfast, both Donna and I overlooked the fact that Laurie had put the date of 6/7 in her email. We just assumed that it was to be this Sunday.
I guess we will be eating breakfast at the Florence Cracker Barrel two Sunday’s in a row.
Having been promised seven caches today and only getting six in Florence when we went out shopping this evening we made a slight detour and stopped by to visit GEOffery the Giraffe.