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There's Is Something About Baking Bread

 I can't resist the pun about kneading to bake bread.  So that is out of the way and we now are moving on. I have lost my favorite sandwich bread recipe. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt to make it from memory. If it doesn't work I'm probably going to need mental health advice. As I often say things like this aren't a matter of life and death, it is slightly more important than that. I loved that bread. I never had a loaf from that recipe that didn't work and it tastes so good. I had my annual physical yesterday. Outside of mobility issues, I seem to be in rather good health. All of the plumbing works. (Blood circulation, heart, and digestive functions) The electrical is functioning. (Nerve, sight, and hearing) The controller is adequate. (Cognitive.)  Good news: I don't have to have any more colonoscopies. They will not be checking me for prostate cancer. Apparently, medical science says that if I have it I will die of something else first. That's reassuri...

There Is A Grin Behind My Mask

I can keep up and have a safe masked face to masked face communication with some of my friends because the restaurants can still serve outside. This advantage will die a natural death as the weather turns, and even the restaurants will give up outside service.  As far as outside dining goes, the exception might be the Hollander on Downer. They installed several plastic enclosures on their spacious outdoor service area, including the Downer St. side's parking space deck. (They refer to them as Bubbles)  They are habitable for dining or drinking, with the heater inside the enclosure. I have two concerns with this alternative to inside dining. Number one, the customers maybe be comfortable draping their coats over the back of their chairs, but what about the waitstaff, who are already running up the stairs to the second-floor kitchen to fetch the food, also have to run outside to deliver the orders? Outside of the justification for not going to the gym for a workout, this is a re...

The Older You Get

The older you get, the more you cry. It started becoming noticeable when I was watching a movie either in the theater or on TV. It's not as apparent with women because women rightfully are allowed to express their emotions from the earliest age. However, with us men, it can be downright embarrassing. Even women who profess they want their male friends to be more emotional can turn away in horror. Here I am creeping up on (age - This information has been challenged and will be withheld from publication until certified. We are having problems getting the necessary documents as our request has been challenged by the deep state.) , and some kid actor gets me trying to swallow my emotions over his reaction to his dog dying. I don't want to talk about what happened when I had to deal with the reality that I faced when I heard that my Lucy was put down. All of the scenes in movies that I used to call 'tear-jerkers' can create a tump in the chest and a tear in the eye. This kin...

It ain't the end of the world...

 ... but if you climb up on the roof, you can see it from here. At least that is what a guy I met told me about Wichita Falls, a small town an hour's drive from Dallas / Fort Worth.  We might want to equate that to the election we are involved in as I publish this blog post. I have no idea when it will be finalized. We are forewarned. It may not be by tomorrow. Depending on how many states secretaries officially declare the vote in their state is certified, it could be days, weeks, or maybe even months before we know for sure. Or maybe the anticipated landslide indeed flows, and the battle will be over quickly. Leave us to hope so. Livity aside, you might notice a large reduction in Emails and Instant messages tomorrow. I have developed serious muscle and coordination problems from trying to get President Obama, his wife, James Carville, Joe Biden, Kamila Harris, former Mayor Pete, Julio Castro, Elizabeth Warren, and an untold number of first name interns who were all telling ...