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I love that first hint of green on the grassy hills.
4 years agoLooks like a native phlox, perhaps longifolia.
4 years agoThat's a natty looking bike, and its trusty Click Stand.
4 years agoHi Scott & Rachael!
Still keeping up with your journal and such a welcome distraction from the grim news otherwise.
So sorry about the nasty dog encounter and can understand you're more than a little nervous about dogs now. Another thing you might want to add to your arsenal are whistles if you can get hold of any. They worked like a charm for us in Italy. It sent a pack of dogs scattering before they got anywhere close. And at least you have the pepper spray for the stealthy assassins.
It's total lockdown in NZ and fortunately for us our numbers are low and improving daily. We have a wonderful prime minister at the helm unlike your buffoon. Hopefully no-one will start ingesting disinfectant. Surely he's self destructing. Here's hoping.
Stay safe and keep up the great work!
Yes, that made the shot for me too. Getting above those trees to a clear view was the main reason I climbed up the hill.
4 years agoLove the colour of those willows beneath the stormy sky.
4 years agoA wound nurse with smiling eyes and a colourful mask .. both good signs that your leg will continue healing well!
4 years agoPlease don't shoot, sir!
I'd rather be lynched today.
Overkill .. ha!
As the saying goes, 'Twice shot, twice as dead.'
Or the first to admit to it in public, perhaps. Verrry interesting; but stupid, as Arte Johnson might have said. And I’m not even that excited about blondes. Or threesomes, for that matter.
4 years agoYou might be the first person who ever dreamed of a 3-way with Mary Travers. At least it wasn't a 3 way with Ringo Starr's auntie and Meatloaf.
4 years agoWhat a wonderful story, Bob. Thanks so much for sharing it with us. We’ve both been through our share of horrible software projects too, and this brought back some memories. I remember one long month when I was helping the state’s welfare agency implement a new federally mandated work requirement. Long hours, long nights, in an age when you of course just had to be physically in the office to work. I remember abruptly waking up one night when my forehead hit the keyboard.
4 years agoScott, I decided I should probably bore you with a more detailed explanation. A long, long time ago, I was working on a software development project with two guys who were both on a temporary one year assignment from the UK. They were both huge Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy fans, and of course convinced me to read the series.
It was a long, difficult development project, with many late nights, and we would frequently get pretty punchy. So, whenever anyone asked a question requiring a numerical answer, the initial response was always '42', generally followed by lots of chuckling among the three of us, as well as confusion by anyone else who happened to be in the room.
So, to this day I cannot see or hear the number 42 without flashing back to those days. And now you know the rest of the story.
Bob
Dendritic! Brilliant. You must have a background in botany.
4 years ago
You know, every time I pull it out I think of you two. Thanks so much for encouraging us to throw them in our bags!
4 years ago