Monthly Archives: July 2016
Murdoch . . .
Today is the halfway point of our one month stay here at Colorado River, so I wanted to check electric usage so far. So right after I got up, I went outside and took another photo of the the meter like I did two weeks ago when we changed over to this plan.
Turns out that so far we’ve used 980 KWh. And at 12 cents a KWh, that comes to $109 for the two weeks, so about $220 or so for the month. About what I’d figured. So hopefully no surprises when we leave here on the 31st.
Apparently Miss Karma not only recognizes the whipped cream can, she now knows the words “whipped cream’. Today when I asked Jan about the dessert, Karma was asleep up in the front window, behind the TV. But as soon as I said the words ‘whipped cream’, I heard a thump behind me as she hit the floor and came running, meowing along the way.
Note that I had not opened the fridge, or shown her the can, or anything else that normally attracts her attention.
We just hope she doesn’t learn the word “declawing” which is in her future. Otherwise we could be in trouble.
Jan and I have gotten hooked on the new (to us, at least) series Murdoch Mysteries. Now in its tenth season, it’s a Canadian Broadcasting series, it’s set in 1890’s Toronto.
The series follows William Murdoch, a police detective, and Dr. Julia Ogden, one of the first female medical examiners as they solve puzzling crimes. One of the neat things is that with the show taking place at the beginning of the scientific age of police investigations, you find the foreshadowing of many of today’s technical marvels, like microwave ovens, night vision goggles, and Area 51.
A really good series, it’s syndicated and usually shown in a late night spot. In Houston it’s on a CBS affiliate, while in New York it’s on ABC. Check it out.
While we’re hunkered down trying to avoid the heat, Landon and his cross-the-street’ friend, really enjoyed Landon’s backyard water slide.
That might even get me out in this heat.
Thought for the Day:
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Not A Box Cat . . .
Miss Karma is definitely not a box cat.
Now most cats are.
Big cats.
Little cats.
Lotsa cats.
Our Cat Mister would try to fit into any box, any size.
But Karma is a whole nother story.
Yesterday when we stopped at Brandi’s on our way back to the rig, we picked up a box from Jet.com with a 30 pack of Joint Juice for Jan.
The box is about 18” x 18” x 18”, so not a tight fit at all. But when I picked Karma up and tried to put her in the box, you would have thought I was dropping her into molten lava. And even now she won’t have anything to do with the box.
A strange cat from the very start.
It seems like most weekends we’re off doing things with the kid, but this weekend we’re home, er, rigbodies. So after a little nagging by our friend and Ranger Barbara Spade, we decided to take in the Saturday Potluck here at the park.
For our dish, Jan fixed up a batch of her Sopapilla Cheesecake, always a get-together favorite.
And besides Jan’s offering, there was a lot of other good food as well, and a bunch of happy people.
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Thought for the Day:
If you can’t convince them, confuse them. – Harry S Truman
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