Hum.

I wonder about this barn every time I pass it, so I thought I'd put it on the Internet to see if anyone else cared to wonder about it.

Just a ghost

The other morning, having coffee on the back porch, I saw an albino Granddaddy Longlegs wandering across the concrete. Of course I don't really know if it was a Granddaddy or Grandmommy Longlegs, but it was a strange critter when compared with the standard, run-of-the-mill of it's species.

My Morning Coffee

We had quite a storm slam through night before last. The power went out a little after three a.m. and didn't come back on until after eight. Now I'm one of those critters that likes his morning coffee, but since this place is total electric the coffee maker sat there looking useless. About six in he morning I traipsed out to the shed and liberated my camp stove and percolator and started me some coffee perking. My wife called our daughter next door, and before the coffee was ready she was coming in the door. She's as bad about wanting her morning coffee as we are.

We've not taken the tent and camping gear out for about six years now. We used to do that on a regular basis when we lived in Vegas, just to escape from the city for a few days. Now we live in the country and the view from the back porch is a lot better than some of the camp sites we stayed in. There just isn't that need to get-away any more, but I leave the gear stored on the off chance we'll find a good reason to tent camp again. I always enjoyed the experience, and just as our little "emergency" yesterday, one never knows when it will come in handy.