Scott Kirby, Concert II..

Tuesday night my DW and I went to the Tuckahoe Inn to see Scott Kirby perform. Scott is one of our favorite musicians. He is a part owner in the Smokin’ Tuna Saloon in Key West. Scott seems to winter in Key West and spend the summer driving around the United States performing. The last couple of years we got to see Scott each time he was at the Tuckahoe Inn. This year was a treat since he performed there twice in one summer.

The Tuckahoe Inn is in Beasley’s Point, NJ. They are not far from Exit 25 on the Garden State Parkway. Here is a link to the pictures that I took that night of Scott and Lew London. I also shot some video which I uploaded to You Tube. That video can be found here (Scott Kirby and Lew London at the Tuckahoe Inn).

Enjoy the pictures and stop in and see Scott if you find yourself in Key West this winter. We surely will.

Namaste

 

 

 

 

Lunch without french fries..

Yes, I admit to eating lunch out today and not ordering french fries. That whooshing sound you just heard was the hedge funds dropping their potato futures.  Maybe they can buy a few more houses from foreclosure and then rent them back to the same people that lost them in the first place.

I went to a local pizza place for lunch today. I am a big fan of ravioli. We don’t eat them very often due to my DW’s efforts to remain as gluten-free as possible. The ravioli came with a (gasp) salad and unsweetened ice tea. No sugar, no soda and no french fries.  Maybe I just might live forever!  One meal does not make a diet, just remember (in my best Yoda voice).

While eating (here the real reason for the blog) I watched a mother, daughter and 2-year-old son eating their lunch. The adults were, well adults. The young child, he was all that. I watched him playing with his food while the mother and daughter talked and ate. At some point the child felt the need for some attention and threw his toy truck on the floor. He looked at his grandmother and laughed. Not a funny kid laugh, but (it seemed to me) a mean-spirited laugh that said “now you have to pick up my truck”. The grandmother looked at child and ignored the laugh and the toy on the floor.

I started counting to myself to see how long it would take for the child to scream since the throwing of the truck did not seem to have the desired effect. The grandmother picked up the truck before the child could wind up. That was good from my point of view.

Question: Do you remember throwing your toys on the floor to get your parents attention?  I understand that this is all a big game to the young child. That laugh sounded like it was more than a game.

And, the raviolis were excellent. Maybe I should take a nap this afternoon…

Namaste

Slightly used, seems to missing the mattress

Slightly used, seems to missing the mattress

Rebuilding the hot tub, part 1..

I imagine that this will be a three-part blog. In this first blog we will talk about the history and partial demolition of the hot tub. I think in the second part we see the midway point of the rebuild and the final blog will include the stories about the rebuilding.  Bored yet?

I would have to guess that the third part will probably be the most interesting. Why? Well given my limited carpentry skills, I seem to belong in the measure it three times and cut if four-time club.  There should be some intersting moments of hindsight.  At least I am honest in my appraisal of my abilities.

The hot tub was purchased back in 1999 (I think). We have gotten quite a bit of use out of it. We have replaced the electronics twice due to lightning strikes in the neighborhood.The first time I paid someone to replace the electronics, the second time I did it myself. BTW, it was not any harder than building a computer.

The cat used to use the sides of the hot tub to stretch and scratch. This did quite a bit of damage to the wood. Over the years the termites also found a meal or three chewing on the hot tub wood. The hot tub itself has spray foam all around it and can stand and survive the winter without the wood outside. The wood provides no structural support. That is good since I had to remove about 95 % of the wood due to termite and other insect or animal damage.

At this point the bad wood has been removed and the hot tub is waiting for me to spend a few hours working my carpentry magic.

Here are a few pictures of the hot tub without the wood sides.

Namaste

 

Back to school specials..

Did you participate in the back to school madness this year or have you escaped the back to school grind?  Here is Manahawkin, the grind appears to be over.  This past Sunday both of the college students packed their cars and drove back to Scranton. DS2 returned to Marywood University for his senior year. DS3 returned to the University of Scranton for his junior year. Right after they left we (DW and I) went food shopping.  As we are getting ready to leave, I glanced at her shopping list, it was still quite extensive. I asked, “If both of the boys went back to school, why is our list so long?” Her reply, “Well, they took everything with them!” Good point.

Our back to school shopping does not/did not include the Wal-Mart or Target. We were shopping in both stores over the last week and watched the families with children in tow choosing paper, pens, notebooks, backpacks.. The list goes on. In our world, back to school starts in July with student loan paperwork. Then the parents and students have to survive August. We had a car accident with DS2’s car. The damage was minor, the other party lives locally and were ok.  DS3 had the passenger window on his Mustang come off the track and fall apart. After 250 dollars and at least 8 hours of my life, the window goes up and down (more than once).

Oil changes, windshield wipers, brakes and headlights… The list goes on and on. Our shopping for back to school is just a bit more expensive than the Wal-Mart or Target families.

We are heading back to Scranton Sunday to see them. Yes, it has only been a week. And no, we are not in withdrawal.  Sunday is the Italian Festival in downtown Scranton. There are supposed to be fireworks Sunday night. I need to figure out where the fireworks will be. We are planning on dinner at Doc Magrogan’s Seafood House.  This Sunday and Monday they have their Buck A Shuck oyster sale.  Shucked oysters will be a dollar a piece. I’m looking forward to that.

Buried deep in tonight’s blog is a sidenote about the LimeGuy being diagnosed with Atrial Fibrillation. I’m not sure if this is the proper forum for this sidenote. This entry into the A Fib club has curtailed my lacrosse playing for the time being.  I did attend yoga for the first time in three weeks tonight. It was nice to do something active (yes, yoga is active) again. My knees have healed from the fall I took while playing lacrosse in Lake Placid three weeks ago. All I need is the all clear from the cardiologist and I will be back to playing. Further medical details can be shared by you the reader, emailing, texting or calling me directly.

Here are a few pictures from the back to school weekend with the boys.  Here is a Drop Box link to the entire group of pictures.

Thanks for reading,

Namaste

A distinct dislike for August..

Seems like the past few years, this being the third year in a row, that things and I just don’t get along on August. They break, get lost, break again and so on. Here are a few examples from this August.

  • My knees at the Lake Placid Tournament
  • DS3’s driver’s side window. It was a misbehaving. One child put the window down and then up. It has not worked correctly since. DS3 and I have replaced the window motor and parts. Today we replaced the window. Still the window will not stay on the track. This week before he goes back to college (hopefully) the car will go to the mechanic and see what he can do.
  • Last Tuesday was an election day here in New Jersey. We also had a tornado in our town. This is quite unheard of. My DW drove her van though a large puddle and the fan belt came off. The van got towed though the tornado zone and the fan belt replaced.
  • Saturday, DS2 re-ended a SUV on his way to work. The bumper, hood and other front end stuff are messed up The radiator was not punctured. The mechanic says that the problems are cosmetic and the car is driveable. They got the hood to close correctly.
  • Tuesday, while eating my Election Day lunch I chipped a tooth. I will be visiting the dentist soon.
  • Tonight, DS1 came out of the bathroom and asked why there is no hot water in the house. I guess I will be making that call tomorrow.
  • Friday, my laptop battery would not charge, I ordered a new battery from Amazon with Saturday delivery. By the end of the day it became apparent that the laptop was plugged into the wrong laptop cord. I now have an extra, new battery.
  • On the plus side, the student loans appear to be complete so the two younger children can go back to school.
  • The garden is between harvests. That is to say the cucumbers are about done and there are a few green tomatoes waiting for the sun.

Overwhelmed, I am. But, I will carry on. Due to my knees being bad from the tournament, yoga, lacrosse and bike riding are currently out of the question. Time for a new hobby, perhaps?

Here is a video from the storm that spawned the tornado in town. I was working the poll and went outside for some fresh air.  The person running across the parking lot was my DW. The siren in the background is the lightning siren at the ball fields adjacent to the polling place.

Enjoy!

Namaste

 

Dust up at the Windmill..

Not really, but pretty close.  Dust up, means a fight or argument. Much more than just words passed between two people or groups.

So, into story telling mode I go.

The date was Wednesday, August 14, my first day back from my “relaxing” vacation. My knees hurt and I was a little overwhelmed by the events of the past few days. See the previous blog posting to get up to speed (or not..).  I went to the Windmill to get two hot dogs with chili and cheese. A comfort meal for me. And I had a coupon, so one of the hot dogs was free. I walked into the Windmill and there was only one person seemingly in line.  He was kind of standing where the line goes, kinda looking spacey and lost. I stood behind him and waited my turn. He got his hot dog and turned suddenly to go and get some condiments, nearly knocking me down. I just smiled and he walked around me and got his relish and stuff, walked back the counter, paid for his food and went to sit down.

My turn, yes, comfort food approaches. I am somewhat of a regular at the Windmill. I usually go there three out of four weeks each month. It really depends on the coupons and what is on special. I tell the lady at the counter what I want, and she relays the order to the lady working the grill. She stepped away from the counter to fill my drink. While she was gone, two older (older than me) women came in the stood next me at the counter. Not behind me (like in a line or que), next to me. Ok, I thought, tourists that don’t see the need to wait in line. They tried to get the attention of the grill lady who saw them and looked away. She knew what they were up to. Lines were not for these two. Not today, not ever.

I got my two dogs and the ladies were still next to me chatting. I wanted to put mustard on my dogs, but the ladies were between me and the mustard. I asked the ladies to excuse me so that I could get the mustard. The lady closest to me said, NO. I raised one eyebrow and looked at her. She stepped back. I said “It’s a good thing you moved or I would have given you a shot with my elbow!” They just stood there and watched as I put the mustard on my dogs. They made some other comment as I walked away to find a seat. I  expressed another thought to them not quite under my breath.

Wow, that sucked, But comfort food. Yum. I sat down at the middle table outside. Behind me were four elderly gentlemen eating their lunch. In front of me was a 30 something mom with a baby in a car seat. The baby and car seat were in the middle of the table. The mom was working on getting a bottle ready as the husband and daughter went inside to get some food. Then an elderly couple in their late 70’s, maybe early 80s, walked up behind me and sat down at her table. I figured they were the grand parents. I thought that table is going to be crowed with the baby and all those people.

The mom says to them “My husband and daughter are going to be sitting in those seats”.  Hmm, I guess they are not the grandparents. The woman says that they just want to sit down and that they had eaten already. When the mother asked again about them sitting there, the elderly women told her that a friend was in the bathroom and they were waiting for her.  Ok, not my problem. So the husband gets up from the table and sits at my table, with his back to me. Never acknowledging that I am sitting there. I watched all this so I’m just going to let them slide, for now.

The elderly women asks the mother about the baby, trying to make small talk since the barged in uninvited. The baby’s name was Kennedy. Oh, the elderly women exclaimed. And then the mother offered that the daughter in the restaurant was named Reagan and that the have a son named Logan. The elderly lady remarked that they named all their children with Irish names.  So, the friend in the bathroom comes out and they get in their car and drive away. End of the story? Almost. The husband comes out and sits down with the daughter and mother to eat his lunch. The mother looks at the husband and asks “Did you know that we named our children with Irish names?” He just looked up at her and looked back down at his food.

I don’t have any pictures to go with that story. Here are a few from Monday afternoon when we got home from Lake Placid. This seems to be my personal little black rain cloud.

As I write this, DS1 asks why there is no hot water in the house.  Just breathe…

Namaste

Empty account at the Karma Bank..

I don’t really understand it.  How could my good karma account be overdrawn?  Maybe the “issues” that I did not see nor have to deal with exhausted my account.  Karma Bank, what is that? Well, when you do good deeds and help people out for no personal gain, you get credits in your karma bank. Then when FATE stops by to smack you on the head (because it can), you can use some of your good karma like a get out of jail free card.  Or maybe that is just my way of looking at things. Either way, the last two weeks have been bumpy.

Two weekends ago, my DW and I went to Lake Placid so that I could play lacrosse in the Summit Lake Placid Lacrosse Tournament. I play on the Ohio Wesleyan University alumni team.  I am not an alumni. I am a friend of an alumni. About 60 % of the team did not attend the university.  Everybody knows somebody and you are on the team. Our team won out first three games which put us in the Championship Game on Sunday at noon time. That is pretty exciting stuff. We won our division in 2009 and went to the championship game the next year and lost.

Sunday at noon and we ae looking around on the sidelines. The face off guy who won 70 % of the face offs over the last three games had gone home. Several of our attack and midfield players from the previous three games, had gone home. The bench area was pretty barren of players on the OWU sidelines. We lost the game by a score of 6 to 4. Not bad considering the players that were missing. The other thing to note is that the winning team had scored 10 plus goals in each of the previous three games. We held them to 6 goals. 

Me, I am still injured from the weekend. In the first game another long stick defensive player (on the other team) took some offense to me and swung his stick like a baseball bat connecting with my shoulder and chest. I still have the bruises.  Saturday I was going for a ground ball and went out-of-bounds trying to keep my balance until I finally went down on my hands and knees on a cinder and mud roadway. Both of my knees still hurt. I am walking better and hoping not to have to call the doctor about them. Two years in a row I got hurt at this tournament. I’m starting to rethink my future attendance.

Sunday after we lost my DW and I drove to the top of Whiteface Mountain. The view was spectacular. There are pictures from the top of Whiteface.

Monday we drove home from Lake Placid, a fairly uneventful drive until we go into Ocean County, NJ. This is the same county where we live.  The people down here on vacation are nuts. Period. Driving like it’s the last day on earth. Tomorrow (which was a week ago) the world ends. Obviously not. I can’t wait for the summer season to be over.

Pictures, here is a link to the Whiteface pictures. And a team picture from Lake Placid. Enjoy!   Thanks for reading,

Namaste

SMP Farms..

Maybe the title should be “A Tale of Two Gardens”.  Last Saturday, my DW and I traveled to Annapolis, MD for a professional lacrosse game.  Wes stopped by SMP Farms to visit DS1 at work. He has been working at this job since last spring and we had never visited his work place. He works about 50 miles away from home. The GPS took us over the river and through the woods since we opted to avoid toll roads. I wanted to see what the route that he drives each day is like. I don’t think I would want to drive that route everyday. I would suck up and pay the tolls and set the cruise control. His route has too many lights and 45/50 mph zones for my taste.

There are of course pictures from our visit. I will add a few at the bottom and a link to the Drop Box folder so you can see them all.  The farm/nursery is huge. I really had no idea how large the business was. We were both quite impressed. DS1 met us when we drove in and gave us an hour plus walking tour of the farm. We met the owner. He was a lot younger than we expected. I thanked him for keeping DS1 employed. I have a habit of thanking the children’s employers when I meet them.  We also met several of his co-workers.

We watched DS1 do his Saturday job which is being a salesperson to the plant needy populace. We also watched him drive the tractor using it to load a tree into the back of a pick up truck. DS1 shared some business wisdom with us on Saturday. He told us if the potential customer arrived in a pick up truck, the chances of closing the sale were much greater than somebody showing up in their car looking to “kick the tires”  We picked out a couple of Day lilies and a Sago Palm Tree to take home.  DS1 got the honor of delivering them to our home and planting them Sunday afternoon. The Sago Palm was not planted since it can not take the New Jersey winters.

Here are a few pictures from the farm.  Enjoy!  And thanks for reading!

The two gardens? Her (DW) has the flower garden. Him (me) has the food garden. Saturday’s visit was a flower garden visit.

 

Namaste

 

Domestic – ness..

A Noun, meaning to do or be domestic (duh!). Straight from the Lime Guy Dictionary. But really, just some more catching up on the mundane and not so mundane day-to-day.  Now that the first sentence has sent the slackers off to click Like and read another far more exciting blog, we can get down to the domestic – ness of the day.

July 28 was DS1’s birthday. He turned 25. I did not receive an email from my insurance agent telling me that his car insurance had gone down. Funny how that happens. There will be a picture or two down below from the cake ceremony. You know, where everybody sings and blows out the candles.

Yesterday DS3 and I picked up the washer and dryer that we bought at a garage sale last month. The garage sale was in the “better ” part of town. The family had sold the 5 bedroom house and was moving to a slightly smaller, but brand new house. The new house had a washer and dryer already, so the LG front loaders (4 years old) were expendable. We bought them and the family upright freezer. The freezer replaced our freezer which was in the house when we bought the house in 1987. It was time.  We put the washer and dryer in the back of my mini van. When we got them home we had to remove some trim and a railing to get them into the cellar. This morning at 6:45 am (I could not sleep),I was in Home Depot buying the necessary parts to hook up the gas dryer. At this point today, we have done about 8 loads of laundry. Things got a little backed up after our old dryer died a week ago. Pictures below.

Today around noon time DS3 texted me to say that his boss was bringing a load of stone to the house to put down in the driveway. It was a good thing I was working from home today. They dropped off the 2320 lbs of red stone and went back to work. I started raking the stone out at lunch time when DS3 came home for the day and helped me out. He likes to work (or at least he works without complaining). Pictures below.

Tonight in place of lacrosse (the Thursday night season is over) we (DW and I) went to “Restorative Yoga” The yoga studio has lots of props. Blankets, pillows, bolsters and stuff. We used all these props in this very slow-moving class. I think we did six posses in an hour. Everything was quiet, slow and restorative. This was my first time doing this kind of yoga. My DW has now taken three of these classes. She was less lost than I was. I’m not sure if the class is for me. I will go back in two weeks when I am home and looking for something to do on a Thursday night.

Garden? Nope, I did not pick vegetables today. It rained off and on. The really only dry time was during the raking out of the rocks. I will find time tomorrow.

Pictures, of course!  Enjoy and thank you for reading.

Namaste