Monthly Archives: July 2011
4th of July–Redux . . .
Things started up about 10 this morning with coffee and bagels, the coffee courtesy of our new Mr. Coffee.
Our old one apparently met his untimely end due to our recent electrical problems.
Then around 12:30 Jan fixed us some lunch while we waited for our LandonSkyping call.
About 1pm the call came thru and we were on the air. Brandi, Lowell, and Landon are in Oklahoma this weekend visiting Lowell’s parents, so they were Skyping from the hotel where they had Internet service.
It looks like Landon is just about ready to walk. He’s stands up on his own now, he just needs to take a few steps.
And he’s also got two upper teeth coming in to match his two bottom ones.
Our call lasted for about 15 minutes, and reminded us wonderful this technology is that lets us keep in touch like this. And it’s also nice to realized that we’ll be seeing everyone the middle of August at the family reunion at Jan’s sister Debbie’s place in southern Illinois. We’re really looking forward to it.
When we were finished with the call Nick and I headed to the Camping World inTacoma about 40 miles away. They were having sale today on the Winegard CarryOut Automatic Satellite Dish and I wanted to check it out.
Our old manual dish is starting to show its age and at our last two parks I’ve had problems getting a good signal. In fact yesterday, I helped the RV’er behind us get a 90 on his dish, and when I sat mine right by his, all I could get was 49.
So it was time to think about updating, and I liked the idea of just being able to set it down, plug it in, and let it find the satellite signal on its own.
I was concerned about whether or not it had two outputs for our DVR, but after looking at it, it looked like it would work, so I brought one home.
When we first got it home we couldn’t get it to lock onto a signal, but after moving it to another location it worked fine and locked on almost immediately. I then was able to hook up the 2nd video line and got both tuners to work. So it looks like it’s a keeper.
While Nick and I had been playing satellite all afternoon, Terry had been outside smoking ribs and a pork butt in her charcoal smoker. People kept walking by from all around the park wondering what that wonderful smell was.
And it tasted even better than it smelled. Terry put it together with black beans and rice, homemade pico de gallo, and sourdough bread.
Boy, was it good!
After I did some work on Nick and Terry’s computers, it was time for dessert. Jan had done one of her delicious Nana’s Apple Cake’s from Tastefully Simple, and Terry had a pecan pie and homemade whipped cream.
OMG!
I’m really glad we’re parked right next door to Nick and Terry cause we were too full to walk far.
Tomorrow we’re going to take the Ferry over to Seattle and explore the market area. Should be fun.
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Thought for the Day:
It’s not that they know so little, but that what they know is so wrong.
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Happy 4th of July . . .
Our thanks to Nick Russell, and all the soldiers who fought, and who died, for this great country, and made this 4th of July possible!
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THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass..
‘Step forward now, soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?’
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
‘No, Lord, I guess I have not.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear..
And sometimes, God, forgive me
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t, I’ll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
‘Step forward now, you soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in Hell.’
— Sgt. Joshua Helterbran
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Thought for the Day:
"Armed forces abroad are of little value unless there is prudent counsel at home." – Cicero
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