Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Caturday, Wheelizens!
I got nothin’ else; need moar coffee.
Happy Saturday, GN! Moar coffee indeed,Fatwa. I’m right with you.
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
We got back home last night and have begun the unpacking process.
When we left the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, it was snowing with strong winds. Today it should be 82°F. What a change!
Welcome back, Paddy.
Good morning gentle Gerbils.
Good morning, Mac!
I was just reading through the week’s gerbilly postings.
Happy birthday, mmph of mumble, TeX!
Sorry work continues to suck, Sven. I understand what you mean about working where you aren’t appreciated and seeing nothing better in sight.
Cell and internet availability this past week has been interesting. For the first time in more years than I can remember, my cell phone said “Roaming”. Is that still a thing? That meant very, very limited data availability. Internet usage at the hotel was limited to one device per room at a time, and reminded me of the old dial-up days. I let everyone else use the internet during those few hours we were in our room, except for one day where I needed to check a voicemail left on my work number. It turned out to be chinese robo-call.
Welcome back, Paddy. Glad the trip went well.
Was watching some of Mrs. Bush’s funeral service and then listening to the comments on the leftie cable news channels. They all love Barbara Bush now and describe her a s a remarkable woman. When she was alive, I doubt that had a single good thing to say.
My conclusion: for the Left, the only good Republicans are dead Republicans.
Does anyone remember a blog from maybe 10 years ago that was written by a woman from Texas who loved and owned dogs, hard a sharp sense of humor, conservative, and then moved to Italy for a few years. I remember she came back to Texas a few years back, but I’ve completely forgotten the woman’s name or blog. She used to post pictures of her dogs in funny costumes or hats and then laugh at people that got offended by it.
It’s been bugging me that I can’t recall.
Sorry, Sven. I have no idea.
On our trip to the Grand Canyon, we witnessed a motorcycle accident about a half hour outside Kingman. The rider was about 1/4 -- 1/2 mile ahead, slowing down as he approached the crest of a hill. He slowed so much that a semi pulled out and passed him. When we crested the hill, he started to wobble, then drifted to the right, onto the shoulder. I thought maybe he was having mechanical trouble, but instead of stopping, he just drifted into the k-rail on the right side. He rode against the k-rail for about 50 yards, until it ran out. After a gap of about 15 feet, a traditional metal guardrail started. He hit the end of it square on and was launched from his bike into the ditch. As soon as we came to a stop, Teh Older and Teh Younger rushed out to render first aid, while Mrs. Paddy called 911 and I gave her location details. He was laying face down among the rocks, with road rash on his right thigh, where he scraped against the k-rail and some blood coming from his nose. Two other couples eventually joined us, including an off-duty EMT. We had to work hard to keep him calm and keep him from trying to roll over. A state trooper and EMT’s arrived about a half-hour later and we stepped back. We left before transport arrived. I hope his injuries were minor. I was very proud of my sons for the way they rushed to the scene and handled things.