Doll Lane

Doll Lane

For the first time since early spring Donna and I ventured into Hitchcock Woods. We usually stay out of there in the middle of summer, but this morning it was like upper sixties and foggy, so what the heck.

Tonight I’m watching the FRS play the Yankees and this is getting painful. The Sox scored 3 runs in the bottom of the first inning and then gave up three runs right back in the top of the second.

At least with my other eye I’m watching the Giants play the Bills in the NFL Hall of Fame Game so Fantasy Football is getting closer and I need a little sports fantasy about now.

Started down, went up, back down, still down.
Miata Top Transitions since 10/24/08: 1398

Kindle & Me

Last weekend when we went to Florida I still had a couple hundred pages of “Outlander” to read, so I took the book along, not figuring I would finish it. Well, by mid morning Saturday I had. Facing the all day drive home on Sunday (half of which would be spent in the passenger seat) without anything to read, I asked if they had a used bookstore nearby. BIL Paul said, “You like science fiction, right?” “Sure”, I said. “You can borrow one of my Kindles, I have plenty of books on it.”

Every since Kindles arrived on the scene 5 or 6 years ago I have been curious to see what the reading experience would be like as compared to a physical book. And actually, in the intervening years at birthday or Christmas time when Donna would ask what I’d like as a gift, the thought of buying one would pop up, but I never pulled the trigger though, as I saw no real need.

Up until now my book reading needs have been taken care of by weekly (or so) visits to the local used book store, an occasional visit to the Book Warehouse in Savannah to get last year’s off-lease library hardcover books and the rare current bestseller picked up at Books-A-Million or Barnes & Noble.

That local used book store recently closed down, so the $1.99 and deeply discounted eBooks available for the Kindle could possibly replace that, but owning one of those things would never be able to totally replace the second two of those spots because there is something about holding a physical book and visiting their physical stores that cannot be replicated digitally. Best I can describe it; to me it is like the difference of driving the automatic transmissioned Sonata compared to the Miata’s manual transmission with a clutch, there is more of a connection.

The availability of all the free books out there for the Kindle are no interest to me, as most of them consist of the “classics”, or better known as the books they tried unsuccessfully to get me to read and appreciate in high school. There is one place where they do have free eBooks that I might be interested in…the library. The Aiken Regional library loans ’em out. This is cool for a couple reasons, you never have to worry about losing a book (you may lose the Kindle, but the book isn’t really in there) and no late fees (you can’t forget to return it; they just electronically yank it back.)

Paul’s second generation Kindle with the leather cover gives a pretty good approximation weight-wise of holding a nice hard cover book and the smaller than a page screen size means there is more page “turning”, but the buttons to accomplish that fall easy to your fingers while holding the “book.” While I didn’t think I’d hate using a Kindle, I didn’t think I would like it as much as I do. My birthday is next month and when Donna asks this time, I’ll more than likely buy one.

A Thousand Gross Miles

There really are no gross miles in a Miata, but when I parked the Emperor in the garage tonight after getting home from work there were exactly 144,000 miles on the odometer. Twelve dozen is a gross, so a gross is 144 and that means a 1,000 gross is 144,000.

Speaking of gross, here is an update on the FRS’s pennant push. The Orioles since the break are playing slightly better ball, going 8-4. If they continue on to the end of the season playing like they have played so far, they will finish with a won/loss record of 92-70 or 2 games better that previously noted. Meanwhile the Red Sox have gone 5-8 in the same stretch and they are now 13 games out of first place. To get to 93 wins and end up ahead of the Baltimore club they only have to win 43 of their last 56 or roughly 77% of those games. While not mathematically eliminated, the chances of that happening are statistically impossible.

If the FRS continue playing as they have so far this season, I figure they will give me the gift of divisional elimination on my birthday the 27th of September way before Donna’s birthday in late August.

Are You A Member Of Our Loyalty Club?

Even though we did the weekly grocery shopping on the way home from Florida yesterday, we didn’t get the a menu planning done for tonight. When we couldn’t agree on what we wanted to fix, we opted to do the easy thing and go get something to eat.

Donna has been on a soup kick recently, so she suggested a trip to Atlanta Bread Company just down the street where they do a pretty good French Onion. I agreed, but suggested getting it to go, so we could pretend we weren’t eating out. She ordered a cup of the French Onion soup and a half a cubano panini. I selected a whole NY Hot Pastrami sandwich.

When the cashier asked, “Are you a member of our Loyalty Club?” I said, “Sure.” and gave her our home phone number. She scrunched her nose up and said, “It’s not coming up.” We tried the number again with the same results. So I gave the 9 digits to her again. “That’s funny,you are not showing up.” I say, “That can’t be, we just used it last Thursday night in Statesboro, GA.” Donna chimes in with, “That was a Panera Bread.”

Nice job, that’s like trying to use a your CVS loyalty card at Walgreen’s or your My Lowes card at Home Depot.

45,000 Cars A Hour

About 15 miles south of Jesup, GA the Purple Whale hit the 45,000 mile mark.

We were traveling north on US 301/GA 23 and if I would have taken a picture through the windshield, with the rear view mirror in the frame, it would have shown almost a mile of two lane road total, with zero other cars on any of it. As we traveled the 45 mile stretch between Folkston and Jesup (a few miles outside the city limits of both towns) we probably saw 2 other cars. Using totally made up calculus, I figure that works out to forty-five thousand cars travel on that road that way a month.

I probably would have taken that photo if I had though to take one using the same framing while Donna was driving on I-75 just north of Ocala, FL. All 6 lanes of the Interstate (3 in each direction) were stuffed with cars with usually nothing more than a car length between them. If you could have stood in the median so you could watch both flows of traffic and could count really, really fast I bet it would come out to be about 45,000 cars an hour.

44,444

44444

We pulled off I-95 at Exit 278 in Florida just so I could drive one mile east, then turn around to go back towards I-95 South and on the way, take this picture.

Sometime in the last week while searching Mr. Miata Dot Net for something or other I came across the post about hitting this little landmark while in the Emperor. Because I’d taken a photo then and I knew we were approaching it in the Purple Whale, I had the camera at hand.

Stay tuned for a picture of the Emperor’s odometer soon, as I think it is getting close to the 144,000 mark which means that 144,444 can’t be too far behind.

Not Triskaidekaphobic

Triskaidekaphobia (from Greek tris meaning “3”, kai meaning “and”, deka meaning “10” and phobos meaning “fear” or “morbid fear”) is fear of the number 13 and avoidance to use it.

When we checked into the Hampton Inn & Suites in Brunswick, GA this evening we were given the room 313. After unloading the car and we were walking through the lobby I remarked to Donna,”It is a good thing we are not triskaidekaphobic.”

When we got off the elevator on the third floor we took one look at the outside of the room and went right back down to the front desk to change our room. We aren’t afraid of the number 13, but we are afraid of the room right next to the elevator and its pal the ice machine.

The associate at the desk said, “No problem, we’ll get you a different room.” She re-magnetized the keys and wrote our new number on the sleeve – 410. When we got off the elevator on the fourth floor instead of immediately turning left to door number thirteen we turned right and went 2 doors down. Wow, thanks.