Happy Father’s Day . . .
To all the Fathers out there.
Jan and I headed for Sugarland about 10:30 to meet up with Brandi, Lowell, and Landon for a Father’s Day Lunch at the Floyd’s Cajun Seafood there. Originally we had planned on meeting at the Sugarland Ice Rink for Landon’s skating lesson, but the lesson is only 30 minutes, so Brandi said that they’d just meet us at the restaurant.
Landon’s not doing Hockey this summer but he still wants to take the lessons because they’ve really improved his skating, and thus his hockey playing in the fall.
By the way Landon has his own YouTube channel, that he set up and programs himself. Called Mr. Pug, shortened from the original Mr. Pug Morrison for some reason, he’s now got 15 subscribers, and could probably use a few dozen, or a few hundred more. So check it out and at least give him a Like or 2 on his 12 videos.
Thanks.
Landon’s also taking coding classes this summer at one of the Code Ninjas facilities near his house. I think they start out with the Roblox concept where you drag and drop modules, building games and programming robots. Sounds like it’ll be right up his alley.
Readers will remember that before we left on our trip I signed up for a VPN service called ExpressVPN. It worked great and was a lot safer whenever I was doing financial stuff aboard ship and in hotels.
And I found that if I wasn’t using it, sometimes when I accessed US sites, I was told that I couldn’t because I was not located in the right area. When that happen I would just connect to an ExpressVPN server in Dallas (they don’t have a server in Houston), and suddenly I was in the right area.
Well, yesterday I did the reverse. I was trying to find digital copy of a book that wasn’t available on Amazon, or in the US, either. But I did located a copy on the Project Gutenberg site in Australia. However, when I tried to download it, I was told that the download was not available in my area.
So a couple of clicks on my ExpressVPN app and a Chrome refresh, and suddenly I was in Amsterdam. And the download worked just fine.
When our son Chris called today to wish me a Happy Father’s Day, (I, of course, wished him one back, I told him I could have really used his help yesterday. And when he asked what for, I told him the trials and tribulations of my brake job yesterday, and that the biggest problem was lifting the 85# tire up and getting it on the lugs.
He got real quiet for a few seconds and then said, “Yeah, it’s gotten a lot harder for me lately too.” I told him to just give it another 20 years and see how it feels.
It’s hell getting old. But it sure beats the alternative.
Thought for the Day:
Every time you get dressed, remember. If you die, that’s your ghost outfit forever.
dghg
