Another day in Paradox

Good morning GH. Well I made it until 7:00 AM today. I decided to stay abed when I had the chance to arise in the wee hours. I love the chance to use quaint words like abed and wee. Anyway, without further digression, I need to mention that the temperature here in the Editorial Office and Weather Center is a very comfortable 73 degrees, according to my digital instrumentation. Outdoors, it is a much cooler 60 degrees as we await the predicted showers that are supposed to cover 50% of the area. In the West, they are still experiencing very high temperatures and in the East, rain and flooding.

Sugar the Weather Dog and Mary are still abed and that is just fine with me. Sugar and I got in a good walk yesterday and I did some work in the man-cave on Mary's craft room cabinetry. When I re-installed the drawer that I had been working on, I learned that the slides in the main cabinet were also loose, so I have to fix them today. A retirees work is never done.

I have to make sure that Sugar and I go walking before any rain happens, as she is not too fond of being out in that wet stuff. That's funny, because the pictures I see on the internet of Corgis playing in the water are amazing. It must be the Beagle half that resists the water.

Mary plans to rest her weak ankle as she works today. A good plan, because every time she thinks it is getting better, it seems to get worse. Like me, she doesn't do illness well. I think we both have a high tolerance for pain, but the nagging pains are the worst of all.

I did get in some music making yesterday and that is always a treat for me. I may get in more time today too. Sugar wanted time in the "Bone Zone" during a beautiful afternoon on Monday, but today doesn't look as nice. Oh well, there is always tomorrow, or the next day.

In sports I'll just sum it up this way. Boys in blue, day off. Tigers, smoked. Beloved Red Sox, off day. Caps, hammered. In short, not much happening or bad results.

Pictures from our recent trip.

An old wooden boxcar with "Hobo" markings. One possible meaning for the word hobo is the contraction of the two words, Homeward Bound.  Most of the early hobos were Civil War veterans trying to get home after being mustered out and left to fend for themselves and get home, without money. The markings on the car were for information or warning.

GMs ill-fated attempt at a stream lined train in the go-go era of 1950s automotive travel. It was a great design that didn't last long. Too many mechanical problems and not enough speed.

This too was part of an early train, reminiscent of the Airstream trailers popular in  the U.S., then and now.