Showing posts with label The Bubble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Bubble. Show all posts
Sunday, June 29, 2008
One step towards less fuel usage
We made the decision and investment in getting a golf cart. It took almost two years for us to finally get one. I think we are on the farther edge of average before finally making this purchase. I'm sure there are many residents who don't have a cart and never consider one as the cons outweigh the pros for them. I'm starting to think if you do anything within seven miles of home, it's worth it. I read a news blurb, that it's not unlikely to see $7-10 per gallon of gas in the next two years. This has got to get people demanding alternative fuel sources, and I'm not talking about corn. Food is expensive enough. Goof says he's probably going to take Das Panzerwagon to work more often when it gets very hot. The afternoon heat is just exacerbated with his truck sitting in the sun all day, versus mine which is lighter and reflects more heat. I have errands to run in the cart tomorrow. Registration, library, post office, and still take Stinky to school and back. He's getting the hang of driving the cart. We need a few items installed on the cart, and hopefully they will arrive before Friday. We plan on wandering around town, watching the parade, and the fireworks at the lake later that evening.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Too much drama too close to home
Yesterday I drove Stinky to the county parks and recreation department for his camp. I got lost and made a U turn at an intersection. The rest of the day went off fine. The buses left late, but Stinky is now enjoying camp. What is too much is that the intersection I turned on, was on the news later that afternoon. I didn't watch the news but we had the tv on when the WCW stuff was on. I wasn't paying attention to the tv, but I heard, it making noises of a tribute to Chris Benoit. So I asked what was on the tv. Goof wasn't paying attention to it either, so we both grab the lappys and start looking. OMG, he killed himself and his family. That intersection led to his house. Eight hours before the police went there, I was wandering lost in that area. Spooky. Now our little town is in the spot light. The Bubble has burst. The local paper's website has been logged down with all the interest around the world. Freaky. Like I said too much drama too close to home.
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