There’s no telling what you get tired of reading on these pages; obviously, and in a bit of understatement, Ellen and Reid have tired of it for a much longer time. There’s a great amount of repetition in terms of what’s written about and how often.
For example, rings. Gold rings. Found on the pavement. Who would believe such fantasy? But as is imprinted in the upper left hand corner of the New York Times, ‘All the News That’s Fit to Print.’ So you’ll just have to put up with blah-blah-blah about a pending hike, faux stones, a poor attempt at TV criticism and, of course, hit-and-miss kayak fishing.
Just remember the kiddos have patiently endured such drivel for a long time. But they’re family. There’s not much they can do about it.
August 28, 2017
Ellen/Reid: Reid, I’m about to join you in the boxed food category. Sondra and Jody are sending a parcel from Blue Apron and it’s kind of exciting to think about someone else preparing the food. Not sure what the box will contain, but if it works for Liz and you, all the better for your dad. Shopping for groceries is always kind of fun/mindless but perhaps it’s time to move into the brave New World of dinner preparation.
Things for Spain are slowly coming together. Bank of America will send me €300 Euros in the next couple of days. The money will slide into a money belt rather than a wallet. Tom suggested it and it’s a good idea. Apparently my ‘travel insurance’ includes some type of health care but a call must be made to learn what exactly the coverage amounts to. EuroRail is nice enough to send me reminders to get off my duff for rail connections from Barcelona to Pamplona to meet Jane and Dave, and then from Portugal to Berlin to visit Claudia and Frank. Some thought was given to hopping on a plane, but all that would show is the countryside form 35,000 feet. Where’s the fun in that? Last Friday was the first long walk with the loaded pack (15.3 lbs. with water) and three women who joined me put the pedal to the metal. We covered 12 miles and we were really hauling. What is showed, however, is my Salomon boots won’t cut it; they were too squishy and my ailing feet need a stiffer sole. So I bought a pair of Salewa boots. The store said I should try them out on a treadmill and if they didn’t work they could be returned. So I laced ‘em up this morning at the Y for 15 fast, uphill minutes and they seem to be a better solution. The Salomons are fine enough but if a size 10 would work for you Reid or Tim, let me know. What passed with flying colors was the Osprey pack. Incredibly comfortable. Yet I’ve still not gone through all the damn guidebook. I don’t know why I obfuscate and procrastinate like this. Not a very good personality trait.
It’s a bummer about the diamond not being a diamond. I left the jewelry store completely deflated if not a little embarrassed. But the gold is gold and that will be worth something. My friend Elizabeth suggested to not give up on the stone just yet. She recommended another vendor for a second opinion and hopefully will get that done this week.
How is it a diamond wedding band is still on the pavement a week after it’s matched pair was found? Yep, it’s 18k, too. Not so sure about the veracity of the stones.
But here is what is completely and utterly bizarre: Sunday morning I walked by the exact spot where the ‘diamond’ ring was found and there, not a couple of feet away, was the wedding band. It matched up perfectly with the stone. How I missed that the first time around is also utterly bizarre. Ring #2 also bore the ‘18K’ stamp. Maybe it was a bit of ‘too bad it was cubic zirconia’ karma. But it will be worth a smidgen of cash.
The Game of Thrones finale last night seemed a bit underwhelming. Perhaps that just shows I’m not much of a TV critic. Not that blood and guts ought to be the centerpiece but there was a little too much yakking/drama and not enough action. And now we’ve got to wait a year for the next round of installments. At least Little Finger met a right and just end. You knew the blue eyed dragon was going to go rogue.
Last week in Charleston was something of a bust after the blockbuster day of reds the week before. I left the video camera in the car otherwise that would have been great footage. At least a small red and just-under-the-slot trout were caught so there is hope.
Photos don’t get much more boring. A broken saltwater fishing rod. But Penn sent me a replacement. It will be put to the test today, Sept. 5 near Charleston.
A Penn rod was broken when I impatiently tried to yank it off some sort of snag. I’ll head to the store today for a replacement. Miss Emma and I will make the trip this Wednesday to give it another shot. Moderating temps make it easier on me.
Okay, over and out. You guys might return my calls once in a while, otherwise I’ll keep bugging you on a schedule that fits me.