Muse missing, send help..

The LimeGuy blog has gone silent for the last two ish months. As many of you have probably noticed.  I don’t have a plausible explanation other than the Muse Gone Missing, Send Help title.

Chaos has ruled my life for the last two plus months. I would be optimistic to say that the tide has turned and normalcy has returned. I have stories to tell and pictures to share.  They appear to be bottled up waiting for the return of my muse.

Stay patient, I am working your way.  I would say watch out once the dam bursts (overwhelming of the inbox warning)


Thanks for hanging in there


2013 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,400 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Chased by the sunrise..

Hurling west, 454 mph toward Chicago, eyes closed, IPod charged,headphones plugged in.  The opening strains of Thunder Road enter my ears. A huge smile and a slight tear forms in my eye.  Traveling Jones once again. 

A 6 am departure out of Newark (or any airport) has advantages to departures later in the day.  For one, your plane should already be there.  Another might be not having to wait to takeoff, like being number 20 in line for takeoff.

Disadvantages would include waking up at 4 am. We also watched the mobile de-icer truck spray the plane at the jet way before we could head out to the runway.  There was frost on the wings.  The jet way to A15 in Newark is decorated for Halloween.  DS2 and I got a chuckle out of the decorations.  Bravo Southwest!

Chicago beckons with the intrigue of a new college and possible graduate school for DS2.  He would like to continue his education after undergraduate graduation studying Music Composition for TV, Movies and Theater.  I think his dream job would be to write music for video games.

It is now nearly 7:20 am and the sun has not yet jumped over the horizon. I’m too cheap to purchase the WI-FI, so I will post when we land.


10.28.13 I edited the blog to change/add pictures and fix some grammar issues. Blogging on the phone is a challenge. Thanks for reading!

105 degrees and still alive!

Last night I took my first forge into the world of Hot Yoga.  After the 90 minute class the teacher singled me out and announced that I had survived 105 degrees and was still alive! I am more of a back of the classroom and follow along as best I can, type of student. I went into the class with an open mind. My DW had been attending this hot yoga class for the last five or six weeks and actually seemed to be looking forward to the class each week. I figured if she can do it, so can I!

Monday nights used to lacrosse nights for me. They hopefully will be lacrosse nights for me again.  I currently am in the PUP or IR list. (Physically Unable to Perform) or (Injured Reserve). As you may have read, if you finish reading the blog each day, I was recently diagnosed with Atrial Fibrillation. This is an irregular heart rhythm. Last Wednesday they shocked my heart in an attempt to “reset” my heart rhythm.  The procedure was successful, so far.  As part of the pre/post procedure medicine regimen, I am on several medicines including blood thinners. The concern with the blood thinners and lacrosse (a contact sport even at my level) would be internal injuries that could cause fatal bleeding. Not my idea of a good time. I am off the lacrosse field until at least Thanksgiving. If the atrial fibrillation behaves, I could come off the blood thinners and return to the lacrosse field.

This frees up Monday nights to do something other than sitting on my butt watching tv.  My DW suggested I bring a beach towel to cover my mat (soak up the sweat) and a bottle of water to drink.  We walked into the room after saying hello to the instructor and the thermostat was set to 105 degrees. WOW!  My DW said not to pay attention to the number. Over the course of the 90 minutes the instructor had, at one point, turned the heat up to 108 degrees.  I guess she was feeling a chill!  I did sweat.  My heart raced with the yoga moves. The hot yoga practice apparently has a specific routine that is done in each hot yoga studio. NJ, NY, Paris or India.  If you take a hot yoga class some or most of the class will be the same. My DW said the opening and closing could be different. The middle is the same.

I am still learning. The heat was not that bad. The moves and the pace of the class reflect the heat. The toughest thing for me was that it seemed that everyone else in the class had some experience and I had none. I really had to pay attention and look around for clues as to what we were doing and how the various moves were supposed to look. Am I going back? Yes. I need the exercise.  My DW put her head on my chest when we got home to listen to my heart. She did not have her stethoscope with her last night.  She said that the hot yoga class had “not broken” my heart.  That is a good thing!

Give it a try, only you can decide. I am glad I gave it a chance.  Maybe in a few weeks my story will change, I hope not.


Stories don’t come cheap..

The following short story was written to fulfil a challenge to write a fictional story about the killing of the last velociraptor in North America.  DS2, I hope you like your story…

So this is what mankind had become..  Millions of years of evolution, cultures and kings raising and falling. Each contributing something to the great story known as mankind.  I tipped my chair back as I looked around the old bar room. Dusty furnishings and people just as dusty sat around the tables and at the bar drinking the homemade liquor. All the real stuff had been consumed years ago.  Off to my right was a pitted mirror, still reflecting back the scene in the bar as it had for the last one hundred or so years.  As I picked up my glass for my final swig, the back of my right hand caught my eye. Hell, it always caught my eye. Maybe that’s why I usually drank and used my left hand. On the table sat my leather gloves. Why had I taken them off tonight?

The back on my right hand is covered in a brand. Not a tattoo, a brand cast there years ago by men around a campfire. There were five us in all. The brand was our way of joining or creating our group, our posse. That was a long time ago. I am the sole survivor from that fateful night. I don’t like to tell the story even though the story has provided me with a life time of free drinks, beds to sleep in and more than one offer of companionship.  I am writing these stories down knowing that my time on this planet is limited.

The campfire was believe or not, built-in the ruins of the old White House in what was then known as Washington, DC.  The president had long been evacuated to some mountain and the city was left to the survivors and dead. What happened to the city? That’s not the focus of the story tonight. Suffice it to say, people with power played chicken with each other and the end result was the near end of the world. 

One of the stranger outcomes of this conflict was the revelation that the government had been secretly working with dinosaur DNA. This may sound like a movie plot. It actually was a movie plot quite a long time ago. Did the scientists see the movie and get the idea or did the scientists leak the story to some writer who then made a fortune? I haven’t a clue.  The scientists had taken the DNA and in a few instances, created real dinosaurs. The dinosaurs were kept in pens, actually more like an indoor zoo that nobody knew of. When the power went out, the dinosaurs naturally escaped into the wilds of Fairfax, VA.

Dinosaurs for the most part are dumb. Big bodies and small brains. The exception to this was the Velociraptor. This dinosaur was smart and could learn. They were ferocious eaters and breeders.  Within three years of their escape, they had terrorized an area from Washington, DC to Savannah, Ga.  The army had fought them with everything they had left, but still the velociraptor’s killed at will. The President invited five men to visit the ruins of the White House that night. There was me, two dinosaur experts and two expert hunters. I was there as the “project manager”. I expect the other members of the group saw me as expendable since I did not have the skills that they possessed.

The army had, through the use of the last of their drones, killed all the velociraptors except for one.  The common thinking was that this particular creature was exceptionally smart having figured out the sound that the drones made and hiding when they approached. Our mission, was to kill the last velociraptor in North America.  The President offered any weapons or electronic tools that we might want. All through the night, under the cover of darkness, the five of us and the President kicked around idea after idea. The President wanted to keep the visit and the mission secret. A few of our team thought that asking the public for help might make the job easier.  In the end, it was decided that mission would include just the five of us.  The branding happened that night. We found a presidential seal in the ruin, heated it up and pressed the back of our right hands to the heated metal, forever marking our flesh. 

Our quarry was last spotted two nights before in the Fairfax, Va area.  Suprising at the time, was the notion that this particular animal had never strayed far from the laboratory where it was created. Most of the dinosaurs had moved south when the first winter set in. The army had established a 30 mile parameter around the area and the velociraptor had not tried once to escape the quarantine. We were flown by helicopter to the center of the hot zone and left with our requested equipment. What equipment? Does it really matter? Most of it was lost in the first day and amounted to the usual government overkill.  We needed to move quickly, quietly and being burdened by all the supplied equipment cost us one of the scientists and one of the hunters on the very first day.

Day one: We arrived by helicopter and unpacked our equipment. We set up a perimeter fence that was both physical and electronic. The idea was that the physical fence would provide protection, the electronic fence would provide an early warning and give us an idea about what we were facing. There still were other, nonlethal dinosaurs walking around.  Our mission was to kill the last velociraptor in North America, nothing more if we could help it.  After dinner we choose who would work each watch. The plan was to sleep for four hours and be awake for four hours. If we alternated the start times we could always have two people on guard at any given time. 

Between 3 am and 4 am the  velociraptor entered our compound unseen and killed one of the scientists and one of the hunters as they stood guard. The rest of us were asleep and for some reason were not killed.  Our mission had a “no extraction” clause. This ment we went in and only came out when the velociraptor was dead. 

Day two: In the cold light of day we three survivors sat and discussed our next plan. Obviously the velociraptor knew we were there. There would be no element of surprise.  We spent the day fortifying our compound and doing some general reconnaissance. That night we did not have any visitors.

Day three: We set out in the morning on foot following fresh tracks that we found outside of our fence that morning. It would appear that the velociraptor was there the night before but choose not to engage us. The tracks led us straight towards the laboratory where the dinosaurs were created. We did not understand this at the time since the facility had been throughly searched and gutted.  The tracks appeared to just stop at the side of a wall. No doors or windows existed to allow entry or exit. Just a set of tracks leading to the wall. We looked around and not seeing anything ,we leaned against the wall for rest and the wall moved.

The entrance to building that the moving wall created was not in the plans that we had been given. We quietly walked down the path into the building, guns at the ready, spread out for maximum survivability.  Suddenly, the wall behind us closed and we were left in complete darkness. I felt a whoosh go past my face then the scientist screamed once and was silent. I slipped to the ground as quietly as I could. It would appear that the velociraptor was here in the passageway with us.

I took my machete out of my bag and held in my right hand. In my left hand I held a pistol. I waited. My eyes started adjusting to the darkness.  It was quiet, deathly quiet. Then, whoosh again this time going from left to right and the hunter screamed and his gun went off firing a few rounds harmlessly into the ground. I crouched down and took the machete in both bands  and turned to the right.  As I braced myself against the wall the whoosh came back toward me from the right and impaled itself on the machete. I was covered in a warm sticky substance. I hoped this was not my blood.

I pushed the velociraptor off me and got up and turned on my flashlight. What a scene. The velociraptor lie dead at my feet. To my right and to my left lie the two men that I had entered the passage with, dead.  I walked further into the passageway and found what appeared to be a nest. Inside this nest were ten eggs. I smashed those eggs with my machete.

Day four: I spent the afternoon of day three and the morning of day four exploring the ruins of the laboratory building. It appeared from the building diagrams that there was another entire floor under the published floor plans. I did not find anymore nests, nor did I find any other dinosaurs or people. I called for extraction and the helicopter came and took me out. I heard later that the army searched the mystery bottom floor as well then demolished the entire building.

Here I am fifty years later. I’m still alive, the world is struggling to stay alive.

The dinosaurs, they are extinct once again.

The End

Copyright @2013


What is the world coming to?..

Yesterday was Wednesday, October 4, 2012. There are 77 days left until the end of the Mayan Calender.  Wednesday,  we were supposed to go sailing on Barnegat Bay. Unfortunately, the fog that we woke up with did not burn off in time to make either a 10:30 am or a 2:30 pm sail. We will try again on Saturday morning.

Since I had taken the day off to go sailing, we both did our usual Sunday things. Like grocery shopping, paying bills, house cleaning. I even tried to fix our Roomba. The Roomba has a problem with the optical sensors that tells it when it hits a wall.  I bought the necessary parts and had the Roomba completely apart. I replaced the sensors and still the problem persists. Today, our Roomba was shipped off to be fixed. 

We had a nice dinner of mussels and clams in a white wine sauce.  We enjoyed some of the white wine that was left over from cooking, really.  DS1 came home from work all full of energy and went off to the gym.  After dinner we got caught up on some of the tv shows that we missed so far this season.

Thursday was back to work. Having Wednesday off was like having an extra weekend this week. Work for me was busy all day. I went out at lunch time and bought two headlight bulbs for my DW’s mini van. One of the bulbs burned out Tuesday night on the way to yoga. Tonight after I dinner, I rushed out to replace the bulbs since I was driving that van to Thursday night lacrosse. After I finished the headlight swap, I got an email from the Thursday night lacrosse organizers that the game was cancelled tonight due to weather up in Manalapan. Hmmm. Two cancellations in a row due to the weather. What is the world coming to?

Collage children, no contact since the weekend. I guess they had enough mom and dad time over the weekend. DS3 posted on Face Book about his Army PT test scores.  He said that he needs to run more. 

Tonight’s pictures are from Sunday’s trip home. The fall colors have already started in Scranton. Enjoy!



If you haven’t used it in 10 years…

Maybe it’s time to throw it away.  This seems to be the theme this weekend.  Many items have been dragged out of closets and revisited. Most of them have very little useful or sentimental value.  Their value lies in their ability to collect dust and fill the top shelf of the closet.  Note to my children away at college: your precious things have not yet been throw away. They may be on an “inventory” list that gets looked at (discussed) some time when you return home from school. Take notice of the word “yet”

Quiet Saturday here in New Jersey. What a difference a week makes. Last week the humidity and the visitors from out-of-town were unbearable. This week, cooler temperatures and crazy people may have just figured out that the summer is over and they should stay home and do stuff in their own neighborhoods.  I picked tomatoes, a cucumber, carrots and brussel sprouts today. Their picture is at the bottom. This is the end of the carrots. The greens were starting to look bad, so I dug them all up and cleaned them in the sink. The brussel sprouts are a work in progress. They will be part of Sunday night’s dinner. The lonely cucumber will be enjoyed the week. We had home-made pickles with dinner made from the earlier summer harvest.  The tomatoes may get crushed up and frozen for sauce this winter.

DS1 went to work today. My DW and I were off. We worked at home.. No kids in the house, nice weather. We had a decent day doing our Saturday chores. Tomorrow I head back into the cellar for a few hours of waterproofing work. Dinner tonight was cheeseburgers with beef from the local butcher and fresh mozzarella from the same butcher. The burgers were good. There are leftovers that will be lunch Sunday and maybe Monday. DS2 continues to work on writing music. He sent me (via Drop Box) the first seven minutes of the song that he is writing for a student film being filmed by a student at his school. I was impressed. I will find some pictures to go with his music and make a slide show.

DS3 had a good day off. Some homework, some goofing off. Tonight is movie night in his dorm room.  I spoke with his high school lacrosse coaches last night at the football game and they told me that one of the current high school lacrosse players was in Scranton looking at Scranton and Marywood. They bumped into DS3 while they were on their college tour. Small world.

Tonight’s pictures have captions as necessary. Enjoy!


Monday night in NJ..

Monday night lacrosse, hour two is currently underway.  The old guys are resting, critiquing the play of the young guys.  Typical post game bull session minus the beer.  Whoever is on beer detail tonight was a no-show. DS3 and I played on the same team tonight.  I was never open when he had the ball. I had five shots tonight and on goal!  That is pretty good for me. The goalie we faced stopped four point-blank shots from me. We all had a good time.

So far, no catastrophes today. The day is still young.  Work for me was busy, busy. After the phones being out at the office for two days, there was quite a bit of pent-up demand for help. I got to work early, worked through my lunch and left late. Not my idea of working for the man.  My DW had a full day. Her hand seems better, or at least she is not favoring it and suffering in pain ( that I can tell). She went to yoga tonight while we played lacrosse.

DS1 worked a full day. He should be asleep when we finally get home tonight and out of the house before I get up.  DS2 was off today.  DS3 was off today. I know DS3 was at a friend’s house swimming at some point today. The a/c is back on, again. 90 today, mid 90’s tomorrow.  Summer time weather.
Here is a picture from the visitor gallery looking at the field.  Enjoy!



What storm?..

 When I left work this evening the sky to the north looked ominous. It has been 90 to 100 degrees and humid for the last three days.  The skies lighted as I drove south. We never had any thunder or rain this evening. Maybe later tonight will be our turn. One of the two customers that have my personal cell phone number called after dinner in a panic since his credit card software was not working. I needed information from the office so I got connected to my computer at work. Almost immediately I was disconnected and could not get reconnected.

I brought up the regional radar and there was a huge red and purple blob over my office. I tried several other machines at work and eventually they all dropped off when their battery backups failed.  Tomorrow should be a joy as people get to work and find out that nothing is working. Me, I have a 7:30 am appointment with a customer working from the kitchen table. I may work from home after that. 

Tonight DS3’s car came home from the shop. The mechanic said that their was no damage to the suspension and such of his car. The car did need tires, we knew that when we bought it. We put four new tires on the car. They also put a few screws into the plastic part of the bumper so that it would not hang down. Our next project (DS3 and I) is to figure out if we can replace the plastic bumper cover.  It would appear from doing web research that the part is available for 50 dollars new and the old one should un-bolt and the new one should bolt back on. I hope the damage is just cosmetic.

It seems that DS3 (according to Facebook) is back in a relationship. It’s tough to keep track.  Back on Sunday when we had not heard her name for a few days we asked and were told that it was over. I guess not.  DS1 worked today. He spent a few minutes after he came home telling me stories about work. That was kind of neat. DS2 worked the evening shift. He came home a few minutes ago. He is battling with his employer to get more hours. They want to keep everyone under 30 hours. It’s tough to pay bills and set money aside during the summer when you work less than 30 hours a week.  DS3 was off today. He hung out with one of his high school ROTC friends.

I ate lunch in Belmar at the boardwalk. It was nice to breathe the salt air and eat my sandwich. It really was not very cool at the beach. Maybe next to the water it was cooler, but back on the boardwalk it was as warm as back at the office (10 miles away). My DW worked a full day. She went to yoga tonight while I worked tech support. I was going to go with her. I need centering..

My pictures tonight come from my visit to the boardwalk. Enjoy!


Day 327, Vacation starts here..

Tomorrow I fly to Houston for my youngest sister’s wedding. I have not been to Texas in a long time.  The weather forecast (not to jinx the weekend) looks good. 90 for a high, 70 for a low. Instant summer.  We did not get any rain here today so my DW has offered to water the garden while I am away. Yes, I am traveling solo on this adventure.  No rental car, sleep on the couch.  Like the good old days. Maybe not the good old days, but a couch for sure.  I am flying Delta this trip.  It should be an exciting weekend.

Work, work and work.  DS1 walked in the door at 9:30 this evening. He left at 6 am. His employer was on vacation for the last week and returned today. From the sounds of it, it would appear that the employer attempted to pay for his vacation in one day. DS1 is pretty beat.  He had a shower and a snack and probably is off to bed.  I remember days working on the fishing boat or the dock and getting up, working all day, eating sleeping and doing it again. I’m glad that I currently don’t live that life.

Work for me was steady. My morning work ran late so I had a late lunch. Late lunches are good because it seems that you come back from lunch and it’s time to go home. My DW had a steady day as well. DS2 worked a full day. When I came home he was sleeping on the couch in the tv room. I woke him up for dinner. He is working the rest of the week as well. With a good weather forecast, the store he works at will be busy all weekend. Next week things will quiet down until we get closer to July 4 th. But, if the weather remains nice in June, the store can be busy straight through. Where he works on LBI.  30,000 people in the off-season, 150,000 during the vacation season. People and cars.

DS3 is enjoying Senior Week at the U. Today they (not sure who they are other than DS3) are at a “lake house” enjoying some fun time. At the bottom is a picture of him and a friend in the lake.  I bet the water was cold.  It looks like he is having fun.  Once again I was the last man standing this morning. I pushed the button and “Roomie”, our Roomba, went to work cleaning the floors. His picture is at the bottom as well.

Good night from New Jersey. See you in Texas.


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