I slept in until alike 14:00 or something. Nat got lunch. Elle and I
are watching Reba.
There is an episode on where Reba is attempting to flip a property to
make money. It makes my skin crawl because so many real estate people
got bitten in the butt by attempting to flip properties. It extends to
me thinking about Reba and her hard life. If she, the character, is
still a real estate person she is in trouble. The whole pool of real
estate folks as thinned a bit since the housing issues this past
spring. I wonder if the show is still going. I wonder if Reba, the
character, is still a real estate broker/sell/agent or whatever they
It is the same episode where the car has an OnStar type service. It
is like Hal on 2001. The disembodied voice gets mad at Brock, calling
him Dave, locks him in the car and starts honking the horn. This is far
too funny. It covers some fears I have with that system. I don't like
someone in India or China having the ability to shut down that many
cars in the U. S..
Elle has attempted to climb in the window and cross country ski
using the cat scratching boxes. She has a room full of toys and refuses
to play with them. It must be the quest for new experiences. I remember
when I was a kid, it wasn't the number of toys, it was the constant
inflow of new information and new things to play with. I'm not sure
what stuck around. I've never thought about it.I used to use sticks and
stones for toys. I remember my father threatening to never buy me
another toy. He was just going to wrap up sticks and put them under the
tree from then on.
Last night there were people popping firecrackers in the field
adjacent to our house. We called the cops and now there are signs all
over the fireworks stand that say you can't pop firecrackers within 300
feet of the big yellow box. I believe that includes our next door
neighbors driveway. How cool. It just might be a more relaxing
Independence day. This evening we plan on calling the police and let
them decide if who is and is not in the 300 ft radios.
Yes, yes, we have officially become old farts.