Yessir, you in the back...
...you look dishonest and rich (odd how often those two bump into each other in a sentence) yet fairly bright.
Please state your guess.
Time?
Well yes, sort of...a calendar and a clock, you're definitely in the neighborhood.
Maybe a closer look will stimulate those brain cells:
Anyone else?
Yes, you sir...
...no need to shout, but you're getting warmer:
Not just time but the passage of time.
Better, but not quite there yet.
Not to put too fine a point on it, perhaps this will help:
Now, who wants to take a whack at -
Ding ding ding!
Correct, sir!
It's a crisis because we're officially past the halfway point of meteorological summer!
Time is racing past at break neck speed while the days are actually conspiring against us and intentionally getting shorter!
Those dirty dogs! I mean days!
You know what to do!
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| if your parents had one of these, please go stand in the corner. I'll join you when I'm done with this blog entry. |
Well, no...that seems a bit extreme, but it is absolutely the right time to panic!
Who cares if the zombie apocalypse has nothing to do with the issue at hand and is little more than a fictional creation of a fevered adolescent imagination?
The eerie red color palette, the threatening figures staggering mindlessly closer while reinforcements claw their way out of their earthy graves...this is the apotheosis of <arte de tiras cómicas de terror>!
I say it belongs here, rock solid on the hallowed ground of my first amendment rights and there is nothing you can say or do that will change my mind!
Now, what were we talking about again?
Oh right, that whole "summer is slipping through our fingers" thing.
So, like, get out there do stuff, ok?
Get off your collective butts and get after it before...
...yeah, that.
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| a grim reminder of what's lurking in our future |
Last week I included some pictures of our bonus room ceiling:
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| that's either old sheep intestines... |
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| ...or sprayed insulation... |
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| ...but either way it's very ugly and needed to be covered. |
What a difference a week makes:
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| gotta love tongue and groove pine boards... |
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| ...they look great... |
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| ...and they smell good, too. |
Great work courtesy of #1 grandson and his company, <Wild Hare Woodworking, LLC>.
He's got a little bit of trim work left, but it's 1000% improved over what it used to be.
Thank you, Marcellus!
As I'm sure you know, this weekend they played "The Open".
Considered the oldest continuous golf tournament in the world, both its prestige and place in history are unmatched.
On this side of the pond we tend to qualify it as "The British Open", distinguishing it from our own "U.S. Open".
But that my friends is sacrilege to our European brethren.
The Open is the Grandaddy of them all, and the winner inherits the title of "Champion Golfer of the Year".
There have been many winners in its 153 iterations - a few skips in there because of wars, etc - but historically none have been as dominant as "The Great Triumvirate":
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| left to right, James Braid, J.H. Taylor, Harry Vardon |
Between them they won 16 Opens in a 21 year span, from 1894 through 1914.
Put another way, in that 21 year span there were only 5 other golfers who won the Claret Jug -
- besides Braid, Taylor and Vardon.
Braid and Taylor each won 5.
Vardon stands alone at the top to this day as the only man who's ever won 6:
1896, 1898, 1899*, 1903, 1911, 1914*
So who etched their name onto to this iconic trophy...
...and into history with a win at Royal Portrush in northern Ireland this year?
Scottie Scheffler, world's #1 and now officially -
+ per the time honored tradition of The Open +
- "Champion Golfer of the Year".
* the gutta percha ball era
* the Haskell / modern ball era
And just when you thought it couldn't get any better, it's time to 23 Skidoo...
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| sadly, this is the last of our tiger lilies... |
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| ...but thankfully the hibiscus have arrived... |
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| ...just in the nick of time. |
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| they were kind enough to bring some friends along...lilies, black eyed susans... |
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| ...gladioloas... |
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| ...rose of sharon... |
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| ...and hydrangeas on the hill. |
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| and yes, I swapped out the ratty old flags for brand new "U.S. Flags" on my greens. |
A tip o' the hat to what has to be one of, if not THE greatest technological achievements of mankind; and it happened on July 20th, 1969:
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| left to right: Armstrong, Collins, Aldrin |
Fifty six years ago Neil Armstrong stepped down from the lunar landing module ladder and onto the surface of the moon - the first human being to ever set foot on a celestial orb other than planet earth.
His words - "That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind" - stand in history as the oral signature of this unprecedented event.
As amazing as it was then - and still is today - it serves as a reminder of this larger eternal truth:
1 "The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth His handywork.
2 "Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
3 "There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard."
- Psalms 19:1-3
later, mcm fans...
