Our football viewing is limited. There are always the network national games to choose from, but we always want to watch the Broncos. The networks don’t always show the Broncos. (I know there is an expensive football package on Direct TV, but we don’t have Direct TV, we have Dish Network.) But we have options. First we check ABC, NBC, CBS, and Fox on the house television. If our game isn’t there, we haven’t exhausted our options. We go to the bus. We get our satellite TV there, just like in the house, but there are two wrinkles. First, we have the air-antenna, in case there is something being broadcast locally that’s not on the dish. Second, the channels work differently in the motorhome than they do in the house. We get all the local network channels, but only when we’re in South Texas. They’re “spot beam” channels. When we’re outside their range, we don’t get them. But there’s an “app” for that. We subscribe to a different service that gives us the network channels when we’re away from South Texas. (We also get them when we’re *in* South Texas.) There are two feeds: east coast and west coast. The west-coast feed didn’t help this week, but New York chose to show the Chicago/Denver game. That set us up for an afternoon picnic in the coach on a cool rainy day, heaters blowing, cheering our favorite team. The Broncos did their usual-this-year routine; pretending they sucked at football until there were only two minutes to go in the game, trailing 10 to 0. The Bears cooperated completely by going into a prevent defense which allowed the Broncos to march down the field for a touchdown. The Bears recovered the “surprise” onside kick, but then did a bonehead move to preserve enough time on the clock, after they went 3 and out, for the Broncos to get within range for a long field goal to tie the game and send it into overtime. The Bears had the ball in field goal range during overtime, but kept running plays until a Bronco punched out the ball and Denver recovered. Another long field goal, and Denver wins. Again. After a 1 and 4 start, the Broncos are now alone in first place in their division. 5 fourth-quarter or overtime comebacks. 6 wins in a row. 7 out of the last 8 since Tebow became the starter. Wow, when you watch him play, he doesn’t really seem that good. He just… What’s that? Kool-aide? For me? Yes, I think I’d like some. Yum. May I have some more please? Thank you. Tebow Time! Go Broncos! Go Tebow!
It’s not right
Henry is such a scruffy little guy when he hasn’t been groomed.
Then, when he does get groomed, he looks way too pretty for a boy.
It’s just not right.
Then, when he does get groomed, he looks way too pretty for a boy. It’s just not right. Paradise Pond
Paradise Pond is a seasonal pond. When there is enough rain and groundwater, it’s wet.
Lately it has been more like Paradise Prairie though; dry and overgrown with grass 6 feet high, due to the drought.
It rained a little while we were in Port Aransas, but not enough to change Paradise back into a Pond again yet. In time it will.
Lately it has been more like Paradise Prairie though; dry and overgrown with grass 6 feet high, due to the drought. It rained a little while we were in Port Aransas, but not enough to change Paradise back into a Pond again yet. In time it will. That’s us in 10 years
We find ourselves saying that a lot lately; looking at a couple somewhere and saying “That’s us in 10 years”. Sometimes now, we also give it a second thought and have to amend the comment and say “Wait a minute. That *is* us. They’re our age.” We were reminded of this foible by the “old-guy” joke sent to us by our friend John: I pointed to two old drunks sitting across the bar from us and told my friend Tim,
"That’s us in 10 years."
He said, "That’s a mirror, dip-shit." Thanks John.Happy Birthday
Judy. You know the drill. I get to be nice to her all day. (Oops, I mean I *have* to be nice to her all day.) We spent most of the day together; did all the errands together. We stopped for lunch at a Mexican food joint by the side of the road we’ve been meaning to stop at. (I don’t think it would qualify to call it a “restaurant”). We fought our way though the menu and ordered, even though the menu wasn’t written down anywhere and was delivered entirely verbally and in Spanish with no English clues. Our server was very patient with us. It was a lovely lunch and we almost got what we thought we ordered. The house is now decorated with Christmas lights (Judy did most of that part, but I helped with anything heavy or high). Just a few more hours and we can go back to the way things usually are.