Well, not really. I walked the three-mile round trip to Stomping Grounds for my latte, but other than that, I’ve been watching TV, working on a jigsaw, and feeding myself. Also, I posted my final image on Instagram.
Tomorrow I am going to delete the Instagram app on my phone. As well as taking off the widget here that links to my account. It has become too much junk. When I started using the platform back in February 2018, it was still photographs with a slight social media bent. Now there is an ad every third post, and the algorithm is intent on feeding me a steady stream of crap because I paused on some other post.
Tomorrow I have to find a sign that reads ‘EXIT’ and take a photo. This is because my vey first photo posted was a parking lot road marking that read ‘ENTER’.
It’s a Chick-Fil-A Tuesday. The weather was so perfect that I sat outside in a park nearby and enjoyed my Spicy Chicken meal with some lemonade. The very small park, 4 metal seating areas, and some landscaping, was created when Chipolti built a restaurant in a small section of natural area in front of a Lowe’s.
Ahhh, Andor. A week or so ago I mentioned watching the second season of the show but could take it or leave it. I did take it but almost did quit at about the halfway mark of the season. Then the show started to tick up on the scale. And the last four episodes were great. Which made me, directly after finishing all twelve episodes, jump right into watching the Rogue One movie. Which slots in the timeline right between what I just watched and the OG Star Wars movie, A New Hope.
I was busy having fun around here in July because I thought I’d finish the last 23 post offices and take a trip to Cottonwood in August. Unfortunately, the state of Oregon is currently trying to burn everything down east of the Cascades. The post offices needed are in the northeast of the state, and the route to Arizona runs through or very near some serious blazes. Sigh. Maybe early September?
Tonight is the All-Star Game, and I’m not watching. This is not unusual; I avoid all-star games in any sport. They are usually just exhibitions, and they count for nothing. The baseball one used to matter because it determined the home-field advantage of the World Series, but that ended in 2017.
If you look below, you’ll notice that the Red Sox’s chance of making the playoffs is exactly 50%; it could go either way. It’s a coin toss. A little less than four weeks ago, the figure was a bit more than one-tenth of that, or 5.9%. Nine days ago they were sitting at a quarter of that, 12.7%; then they won the next 9 games.
I fully expect them to crash and burn once play starts again. First, they have to play the division-leading Tampa Bay Rays for 4 games, starting with a doubleheader on Friday. Secondly, they always seem to fall apart right after the four-day break that is the All-Star game. And I guess thirdly, it’s what they do.
Typical Sunday Routine: bike, eat, wash clothes, baseball, drive, and add a car wash…
