Sitting on the highway waiting to catch speeders, a state police officer saw a car puttering along at 22 M.P.H. He thinks to himself, that car is just as dangerous as a speeder. So, he turns his lights on and pulls the car over. Approaching the car, he notices there are 5 old ladies, two at the front and 3 at the back, wide eyed and looking like ghosts.The driver obviously confused said,”Officer, I don’t understand, I wasn’t doing over the speed limit!, What seems to be the problem?” “Ma’am,” the officer said, “you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be dangerous”. “Slower than the speed limit? NO SIR! I was doing exactly 22 miles an hour”, the old woman said proudly.
The officer containing a chuckle explains that 22 was the route number, not the speed limit. A bit embarrassed, the woman grinned, thanking the officer for pointing out her error. “Before I go Ma’am, I have to ask, is everyone OK?
These women seem badly shaken and haven’t uttered a word all this time” “Oh! they will be alright in a minute, Officer, we just got off Route 142.”
Carpeting should happen after the drywall is done.
Other than that, Tori is still here and informed us yesterday that she’s be here for another 2 weeks. Ya think she could stay at a motel or something! 😎
We went, we saw, I took a few pics. Talked to Jerry Ingram and wife Sally. Jerry is one of the artists that shows there regularly. No real sales on his end, but many have sold out already and their booths are abandoned.
This dude was in the Lone Ranger movie.
I know that chick!
After Indian Market we decided that going home right away was less than a good idea and went 4 wheeling up on the mesa. We were surprised that the dried up ponds were actually showing water for the first time in years. It amazes me that a pond that was dried up for years, 5 minimum, could show dragon flies and frogs right away after filling up again.
A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”
Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.
She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”
She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”
Lunch with Joe, Dennis, and Steven at the Ranch House in SF.
Dinner with Nina at Blue Corn Cafe in SF.
Erin has attended her second funeral this month. According to Tori she was very good at Earl’s funeral, but then I didn’t expect any less from her. She returns home on Sunday.
Indian Market this weekend and we hope to attend. People watching and flame roasted corn! Yum.
We should know next week when we will shut down for the line up grade. We will be closed for 5 to 7 days.
Andy & Debra have gone camping for the weekend. I hope they have a great time and wonderful weather.
Tori’s house is huge and I have taken no pictures yet, but I will soon. It’s just been so hectic here lately, taking pictures is not a priority. I’ll post them here and the family board.
Anyone need a wheel chair? We’ve got a spare.
Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.
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