Random Musings and Observations

If you are going to drive on a regular basis like a flying mammal fleeing an infernal region, putting 1) your child’s name and school, 2) your place of worship, 3) your political affiliation, or 4) your employer on your vehicle is not a really great idea.

If you are approaching a small town, and notice everyone else on the highway is starting to slow down well before the first change speed sign, this might be A Clue.

A cat’s interest in your lap is directly proportional to your interest in using a laptop computer or notepad.

Don’t bother planning a trip to Central Texas in mid-summer if you aren’t resigned to heat and humidity. And no, down there it’s not a “dry heat.”

One of the nicest things about being in a foreign country is the lack of US political news. And US celebrity news, and US sports news, and . . .

You always find the perfect book for the trip on the leg home, or after you return.

There’s nothing like finding an e-mail message from your boss when you get back from any trip to remind you that vacations are finite but work expands to fill all available space and time.

Nothing likes the July heat except cacti and tomatoes, and even tomatoes like a little bit more water.

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13 thoughts on “Random Musings and Observations

  1. Back when I lived in Phoenix, one of the local radio stations ran a series of pseudo PSAs with the tag line, “You’re not from around here are you.” Two that I remember: “We just bought a brand new black Mercedes.” and: “We’ll plan the company Fourth of July picnic for two in the afternoon.”

    P.S. When it’s 115 and your shirt is soaked with sweat, it’s not a “Dry Heat” next to your skin.

      • I spent almost a week in Vegas in August last year for a conference, and the aridity does make a difference. 100-110 degrees with virtually no humidity was pleasant in the shade, and tolerable for short periods in the sun. Stay hydrated and all so long as we didn’t spend too much time in the sun.

        The last day we had time for an outdoor sightseeing tour. It was a bit cooler, but somewhat humid, and was far more brutal. Short walks to viewpoints had us dripping in sweat, unlike a half-hour walk in the shade earlier in the week. Ugh.

        • I’ve lived in both Nevada and Texas. They’re both hot.
          Being out of the sun and in a breeze helps either place.

  2. I sketched a design for a laptop extender, with cat space below it. Then I realized kitty will have the penthouse anyway, and climb up top. Never mind.

  3. If you are approaching a small town, and notice everyone else on the highway is starting to slow down well before the first change speed sign, this might be A Clue.

    Way back when, I lived a few miles beyond the end of US HWY 51 being a Divided Highway (just north of Merrill, WI). There was work to extend the Divided Highway up to at least Tomahawk (MUCH needed. I recall a 4th of July trip to Tomahawk that never got out of third gear). Being local, I was well aware of the local construction speed limits… AND… the spots that were *ideal* for a cop with a RADAR gun to lurk.

    One morning, returning from night-shift work, I dropped to 45 mph as per signage. And a whole bunch of vehicles (almost all with Illinois plates…) passed me… and got waved to pull over by Mr. Cop. Me? I was waved right on through… and yes, I had a grin that might have been visible from Neptune it was so beaming.

    • There is a certain ignoble satisfaction when some scofflaw blows by, and then you see them a mile down the road in the company of flashing red and blue lights.

      • I was getting tailgated by a trade van on OR 140 crossing over the Cascades. Finally, the guy passed on the double yellow, then passed others unsafely. I noticed that the car immediately behind me was a very black Dodge with state-owned plates. When it was safe, I slowed down a bit to let him pass, and he flashed his lights in thanks.

        A mile or so later he had pulled over the trade van, with the unmarked car lights blinking nicely. $SPOUSE and I laughed for minutes…

  4. We were stranded in Qanah, Texas many years ago in July when we lost the transmission in our then-current van. The high temperatures for the eight days was never below 102F. I grew up in Louisiana, and managed folk. My wife and daughter didn’t fare so well.

  5. Yep, it’s NOT a dry heat, but neither is an oven… And there is always Esteline… sigh… Re the book, it’s ‘usually’ the one I left sitting on the kitchen table that I ‘meant’ to pack.

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