Wednesday, January 21, 2015
"It was that kind of day, when every cat one strokes flies in one's face"
I can't remember where that quote came from, but everyone has days like that.
I watched the sunrise today on a web camera, because there was a cold wind blowing and when I went out on the porch it was just too chilly. Seems strange to do that but it works. I always look at the sunrise on the beach at Tybee Island the same way every morning anyway.
Went through my list of blogs I read and thinned it out a bit. There were a lot of them that aren't posting anymore, and haven't for a long time, so it seemed pointless to keep them on there. A lot of people who used to blog regularly have just quit. I read somewhere that advances in social media have largely made blogging obsolete, and it's declining as a result. I don't know anything about that, but I do know there aren't as many writing as used to. At least in my areas of interest.
Set out for the waterfall but turned around and came back about half way there. I guess I'll have to start taking the truck and using the old forest service road. This morning it was too cold, and that makes the joints uncomfortable. The dogs were puzzled, they knew where we were going and they like the waterfall, didn't want to turn around and go back home. They can ride in the back of the truck next time.
I had an email from a friend, who was thinning out his gun collection. He had some nice pieces, and it was a good opportunity to add to my collection. Unfortunately, I'm not supposed to do that anymore as my wife and kids have concerns about handling all that when I croak. It seem morbid to be preparing for when you are not around anymore, but then it would be foolish not to. You don't want to leave a big mess for your kids to have to sort out. When you get older, sometimes you are torn between wanting to just go on along like you always have, and the knowledge that you need to start wrapping things up to some extent. It's not morbid, it's just good planning. Prior planning prevents poor performance, as the saying goes.