Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Oh No, Mr. Bill ... Say It Isn't So!!!

The Air Conditioner on the trailer died this morning. Now a balmy 99 degrees - the highest our thermometer in there goes to. Outside ... it was 97° F in the shade at 3:00 PM.

Monday, June 09, 2008

Delayed Departure...

These tornadoes and severe thunderstorms sure are exciting.

Uncle had a mild MI on Friday and is in hospital as a result. Departure is delayed for the time being. Besides, it's bloody hot, mates. Wouldn't do to breakdown along the BOS-WASH corridor with temps hovering near 100 degrees F.
I've had my fill of being blown off by trucks traveling at 70+ MPH on I-95 while I try to figure out what has failed this time. Sleeping in a junkyard inhabited by giant rats has lost all appeal. Fun once, but I'll pass on the repeat.

Stay cool if you can. It's 95 here, according to NOAA, and the forecast reads:
"This Afternoon: Mostly sunny and hot, with a high near 98. Heat index values as high as 103."

Thursday, June 05, 2008

The rumors of our deaths are greatly...

I got an email today from some broker wanting to buy the title to this blog!

Humph ... just because you don't post for a while they think you've rolled over to the grave or buffet or something.

"I'll be back" -- wasn't that the exit line from some toupee scandal on the Wide, Wide World of Sports in the '80's?

Currently in Maryland at the home of the Ancient Mariner. Expect to return to Maine about the time the forest fire threat returns to "Low" if the weather forecasts are accurate. Am busy installing electric motors on tricycles and seats in canoes. Iggy the annoying puppy is thriving and already tips the scales at over 10 pounds! He consumes most of my spare time.

Many things to relate but a lack of easy interweb access (all the wireless routers in the neighborhood are locked, damn it!) and canine-induced exhaustion results in no news from dull boys.

Suffice it to say, I may be slipping ever closer to the precipice of mortality. But I ain't tripped over the edge quite yet. Despite dodging killer tornados and aligators and land sharks with a predilection for shins and fingers.

By the way, I miss you all, too.