I missed the point of fresh squeezed orange juice

We purchased some squeezin' oranges as part of my nephew's fundraising efforts. Then we pulled out the 1950's mixmaster with mechanical squeezer juicer attachment that I have from my parents. That mixer is comfortably older than me, but it works great. Each morning since we have had fresh squeezed orange juice.

My only issue was that the oranges weren't cold so the juice wasn't. I thought I would pop the freshly squeezed juice into the freezer to hurry the cooling process. Then I forgot about it. You can see the next day's result - a frozen block of orange juice on the side of the container. On the side since it was on its side in the freezer.

I am guessing that frozen freshly squeezed orange juice, besides being an oxymoron, defeats the whole purpose and is an abomination unto nature. All this freshly squeezed stuff is wasted on a cretin like me.

Bubbling water probably not a spring

I noticed this water bubbling out of a steel cover at the end of our street, but it was during a big rain storm so at first I thought that the storm drain might have been a little overwhelmed since we do live at the bottom of the valley that Shellpot creek runs through. I thought only a movie would give the true bubbling effect.

Now after a dry day it is still bubbling, and I notice the cover has WATER written on it. A call has been placed to the Wilmington water department (302-576-3891) and they are well aware of the leak. My fear is that I will get home today and I won't be able to turn into my street because of the big hole in the middle where they are fixing this problem.

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Two snowman enter, one snowman leave

One recent shopping trip to Marshall's reveals this snowman horror from something out of a Calvin and Hobbes snowman phantasmagoria.

Apparently these two snowman had a gladiatorial combat to the death and one won by cutting off the head of the other and celebrated by brandishing his opponent's head over his head.

Snowmen are so bloodthirsty (snowthirsty?).

(Howard reminded me of his Calvin and Hobbes snowman link from some time ago)

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Beach to close for groin replacement

Groin replacement, ouch! (groin, also groyne, in this context).

GUDTIMZ personalized license plate

Remember when we saw that GUDTIMZ license plate.

Good times, good times.

Will Rogers and his horse Teddy

Will Rogers is not only an Oklahoma native son, he has the Oklahoma City airport named after him and this lassoing monument out in front of it.

I think all my life I have been confusing him with Roy Rogers (whose horse was Trigger, hence the joke about Trigger burgers at Roy Rogers, now mostly at travel plazas) I do know the difference between those two and Buck Rogers. He is in the 25th century.

Time of the dinosaurs

I am stuck in Chicago with a brachiosaurus worth of time until my next flight. Snow in Chicago in December is not so unusual an occurance, and neither are cancelled flights.

This friendly Brachisaur is a replica of one in the Field Museum in Chicago.

Let sleeping birds lie

I had intended to put up some Christmas lights on the porch, but I had to move the extension cord and remove the Halloween lights. The Halloween lights haven't been on for a month but they just needed to be moved out of the way. I decided to do it tomorrow since very tiny but extremely fluffy bird has taken up roost right on the nail holding up the extension cord.



I thought is was a nest at first but then I noticed a tail poking out of a fluffy feathered body. You can see how tiny he is by comparing him to the plug of the lights into the extension cord. Another chapter in the continuing story of the wildlife refuge that is my yard.

When the cock crows thrice

From our recent Key West trip, where we went for the Stone Crab claws but also encountered polydactyl cats, and Key West roosters, I was able to capture a movie of one of the famous Key West roosters crowing. I waited for three crows because that is so traditional.



They really do say cock-a-doodle-doo.