CELEBRATION TIME!

A video made during one of our family 

Independence Day Celebrations. 

On July 4th we take over our little dead-end street to celebrate.

Neighbors either join in or leave town. 

July is the perfect time of year to enjoy a few fireworks.  

Sparklers are one thing the kids love 

and are relatively safe under supervision.

No one was harmed during the making of this video,

(as long as you don't count frustration during editing)

Wherever you are--enjoy your weekend!

BICYCLE ARCHIVES

If you've read my blog much you know that I escape and blow off stress 

by riding my bicycle.

Mostly I just cruise along back roads, breathing in the morning air,

letting the brain wander while burning a few calories.

But there is this HILL (made to appear even more intimidating

by camera angle) called Pole Line Road.  I've told myself that

as long as I can make it to the top, no matter how slowly, 

without getting off to walk, I still don't need to retire to a rocking chair.

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While downloading this picture to my computer I pulled up the photos

 I have saved with the tag "BICYCLE."  Here are a few:

Kids and grandkids on the way to a July 4th Parade

Grandpa showing off his bike while we wait for the parade to start

son, Bobert and wife ready to ride 100 miles (they did it)

near Zion National Park in Utah

The Californians in the parking lot

Outing with Bobert's family on a new bike trail near their home 

Shooting the neighbors from my front porch

Rescuing Beavis from a hail storm

Bobert again at a triathlon

Bobert's wife--same triathlon, transitioning from swim to bike

Beavis after riding to the top of Teton Pass, ready

to commit suicide by riding DOWN the other side

(he made it okay--whew!)

Thanks for hanging in all the way to the end and letting me

indulge in a little show and tell.

RUMBLE IN THE STREET

Thomas, a.k.a. “Fuzzball” a.k.a. “Speedbump”, likes to survey his domain from the window.

There he can keep an eye on vagrant crows, squirrels and other neighbors without dealing with cold, rain and snow.  When the weather warms up he’ll occasionally ask to take a stroll outside where he likes to hide in the shrubs and scare hapless birds.

He was on the step the other day ready to come in for an evening snack when Jet, his rival from down the street arrived on his turf. 

Thomas: Go home, pretty boy, go home you yellow bellied chicken!

Jet:  Who are you calling chicken?

Thomas:  I’m calling you chicken, 

big, tough, buddy boy.  Afraid of getting close?

 Jet:  Oh, yeah?  Come and get me you waste of fur. Afraid to slug it out?

Then Thomas puffed himself up and Jet could see his rival had the size advantage,

 probably unaware that it was mostly fuzz and flab.

Jet slowly, slowly, slowly crawled under the car.  

Thomas was going to wait him out, 

but a noise down the street distracted them both. 

Jet streaked for home and Thomas hurried to the step 

to see what all the racket was about.

Koda, the terrier from two houses over was coming to join the rumble.

He wasn’t brave enough to join in the fight...

but he threw in a few of his own taunts.

Koda’s owner came and collected him and things quieted down.

Thomas decided he’d sent the rabble packing and returned to surveying his realm.