I heal fast. Our mileage varies.
Some folk have ‘Resting Bitch Face.’ Naturally, I respond with Cheerful Countenance. A Never Complainer, I’m blessed. Life is hectic.
Who said it was supposed to be easy? Eat or be eaten. Adapt or die. I happily take it with a snicker and smile.
Anger is useless against the unchangeable. Don’t forget– but never dwell on– the past. Look on the bright side. Always see the smiley faces in headlights.
Positive Distraction Dust. (Headlight out? Nah! Cutie’s winkin’ atcha!)
Despite two hip replacements and a traumatic brain injury requiring more hardware– I am still a fit, young man. On my frequent, non-ER jaunts to the hospital, nurses sometimes make a special face at me and my charts.
“A curious cat,” one called me. A Meaningful Glance followed and we sincerely chuckled. (Laughter does help, though not cure.)
I was known as “Short Fry” as a kid. I loved it. I still use it when talking to myself, referring to my elementary and competitive, base nature. I wrote a series on blindness in Fourth Grade. From “Effects on Life,” Dated March 3, 1997– two months shy of my tenth birthday:
“𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑠𝑒. 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛.
𝐼𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡. 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ. 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 “𝑠𝑒𝑒.”‘
I dress right in the US. One screw. A couple years later, the other hip got three. How do I add it all up in my Broken Bone count?
Reading that after nearly thirty years brought joy and a misty discharge from my eyes. My bubbly, ever-positive nature was present even then.
Teacher Evan gives Short Fry a proud Atta-Boy Hug and an A+++. (So does Patient Evan.)
I’m thrilled, relieved to know I’ve always had this mindset: Life is whatever you make of it. Don’t bitch. Make it happy. After my coma, I forgot who my family was; what language to speak; how to walk several times; and everyone forgets where they live often enough to require an emergency hotline, yeah?…But I never had to relearn my nature.
Never add ammunition to Hardship. I still have it far better than most. I never let anything bother me. That and risk-aversion simply aren’t hardwired into me. (Not always advantageously.) There’s nothing to gain from the casual chagrin I see in others.
Naturally being chipper helps keep every derailment in perspective. There’s always something to learn, appreciate or laugh at. (Or make fun of. Mockery certainly provides buoyancy for this lost soul.)
I sprinkle my own Distraction Dust: Put a smirk under those scars. Even if, and especially when nothing’s going your way, there’s always a seed of satisfaction there. I always find positive patterns, even if they spiral down horrifying paths.
(No one can insult me better than I can. My sincere self-effacement is therapeutic and provides great material.)
I’m a currently-clean, though heavily medicated, substance-abusing, brain-damaged epileptic. I have appointments with my neurologist and a team of psychiatrists, therapists and others in my calendar. I live with my parents. I detest my part-time gig at an elementary school. It ends soon. What next? I’m severely, acutely depressed, served with a smile. I’m currently focused on my online presence to find work, which direly needs updating. That alone may change things.
Me in Chur, Switzerland, in ’08. A rare, honest smile from me in a photo. I’m always smilin’. I just hate posing.
^^ From a proofread of the first draft. That last paragraph accidentally, though naturally, ended that way. Seemingly by instinct, I can’t help but add a Bright Side for me to look forward to this week. I’ve put fresh money on the felt. A newer and better edition of me. Each day, a fresh restart of System Ev.
Relentless, each morning comes groggy and dour, same as every other. But that last Evan was drained, mere practice for the next round. (Not the last.) My finished product simply needs more refinement. I may have lost, but I don’t have to like it.
Just as Short Fry said, this is no different than any other person.
Onward. Upward. Always.
My neutral expression strikes people as severe or serious.
If I’m not laughing, I typically only smile out of embarassment, which leads people to go “You’re smiling, I see it”. I hate that reaction from people, makes me want to hurt them. It doesn’t help that these assholes are usually family, so if I don’t tolerate the behavior, I alienate people I’m not trying to drive away.
You can tell my good moods by the number of bad jokes I make. The more of them – the more relaxed I am.
Humor is the hardest thing to write. Ad-libbed, on-the-spot talent is difficult, even (especially?)) slapstick.
It’s like hitting in baseball: Fail 70% ? Massive success.
If you can hit 30% of pitches, since you get three chances, you’re going to get on base most times at bat. Humor is one strike and you’re out.
Please tell that to the batters on the Phila. Phillies.
Objection: Ignores humanity. Pitchers and batters aren’t machines always ‘perfectly programmed.’ Every pitch is not the same. Nor moment and myriad other variables. Curveballs don’t move like other pitches. Obvious differences. Different pitches aren’t thrown the same amount, in the same situation, or even within the at bat. (Let alone facing hitters more than once in the game.)
Baseball is mathematically beautiful because it provides so many discrete samples. Projections are largely accurate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But humans be human. (And we ain’t all the same.)
You stepped on my next joke. I was about to respond to Creech with “Hey, Reality: you’re not following my statistical model!”
*SWISH*
I do good work every time I work, 30% every time.
But hitting .300 (which is good for the majors) isn’t hitting 30% of pitches. It’s getting a hit in 30% of your at-bats (which are not the same as plate appearances). Depending on the average number of pitches per at-bat, you could be getting a hit on 30% of the pitches (unlikely), or as little as 5% (theoretically possibly less, but I doubt the average at-bat for any player goes over 6).
Eh, I’m always brilliant and witty.
Compared to Bro..
I knew there was a reason I like you guys.
If we can’t laugh at ourselves who can we laugh at?
social justice warriors
That’s not funny!!!
Raising your voice like that to a monkey is a racist microaggression. Appologise and report to reeducation.
*BEEMS* Thank you. Honestly means a lot. You’re a big reason I like y’all. You’re two Evan’s-plus old. (I turn 37 in…24 days. It may have been Tundra that gave my name an updated age. Me much likey.) I have much listening and actually paying attention to folk like you and everyone here. It really is a place of sanity I’ve found throughout the world. I always fit in to every environment, but certainly on the fringes, even and especially when I squeeze into social nooks others wouldn’t.
(My brain vigorously fights paying attention to myself and others.) This was fun, therapeutic, and ultimately prescient writing. That makes me smile, getting rewarded for plugging along with a grin. I get that straight from Dad. Next step is keeping to my strict new work schedule. I’ve never worked in such a fashion. Adventures are such for a reason. This landing is an important one to stick, but I do quite well adapting to work and schedules.
That’s called astigmatism.
If we had a thick glasses contest I could be a contender.
I don’t know, your glasses are smart enough to darken in sunlight.
If we had a thick (not thicc!) contest, I could be a contender.
So, Thicc and Thicker?
Thicc and Thicker: A couple conniving crooks hustling dark, gaslit alleys. Or two sharks swindlin’ their schemes to the poor.
(Same-same, yeah?)
Well, I’ve got my first pair of eclipse glasses, so do those count?
Multiple trips to/through the ER with TT (and other… potentially problematic events) have typically been characterized as “adventures.”
Also, obligatory: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SJUhlRoBL8M
Life presents us with challenges but you and TT have overcome them, for which we are grateful.
We have “date night.” For every anniversary through, like, 10th, we ended up in the ER with one of us or the kids. So we would leave the ER, go to Walgreens to pick up RXs, and while we waited, would go to Taco Bell right next door for late-night munchies. One night, we got pulled over because I guess we were suspicious. We explained “date night.” The officer was semi-amused and let us go.
Now a major motion picture! 😉 https://m.imdb.com/title/tt1279935/?ref_=m_tt_urv
Look at you, producing site content!
If I was a car, I would have Resting Toyota Face. OMWC called me out on it once. It’s just my look. I am not unhappy.
Around other people, my look is mostly bemused. I am a pleasant introvert, as long as you keep your distance.
Yep! I have some older ones in the Archives. I’m gonna ask TPTB about some of the older ones. This has three of my submissions: (ONE is NSFW): https://www.glibertarians2019.link/author/evan-from-evansville/
The first was written a month after The Incident on September 22, 2019. (I was hit by a car and in a coma. I somehow wrote that. Proud of myself for that. Included is a pic of, no-shit, my removed skull on a surgical plate, along with a scan showing my brain damage. I’d say NSFW.
The other two are about my journey to Sri Lanka! That was an interesting trip. ‘An obloid of a beautiful memory,’ I think.
Aaaaaa 😱 aaaaaaaaa
Well, now you go on further encouraging me. Ev no know what a boy to do. 😋
Well, you came out of it better than Spalding Gray.
*Looks him up*
Um. Yep. I see goofy similarities in more than that, as well. I’m not sure if it’s inspirational or haunting. A movie could be made about me, and natch, I’d play me. This would(n’t) be a great idea.
He’s awesome. Very intense, yet humorous. He did a whole show about his retinal detachment.
e.g. (not from that one):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QI4NvgpjXYo
‘Resting Bitch Face’ is the result of gravity.
If you can’t exercise your facial muscles more, apply duck tape.
Then you just end up looking like some kind of quack.
Ugh. More fowl puns.
They do tend to migrate from thread to thread.
Just trying to goose the comment count.
You had to bring that up, didn’t you?
So, Bitch is Facing Green?
I only look at the pictures…
This was written right before my contract was signed. I had my only in-person sesh with my new gig, BCforward, grading tests for (I presume) ILEARN, Indiana’s state high school whatever. It was called ISTEP back in my day. It’s gonna be highly regimented, and I’m pretty much a factory worker on the clock. (Not “on the cock,” as my first typo indicated.) Just grading tests on a strict rubric. No room for outside opinions! “Test Evaluator” is my contract title and I’m not even positive what project I’m working on. An 8-work journey into New Blue Collar Work. I’ll get my first Ev-Sized paychecks in over a year.
The project, including the rubric training, begins April 22. Working from home, with no other technology technically allowed, will be a necessary leap into something I’ve wanted to do for quite some time. It will be a(nother) form of paid meditation. Me likey.
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life *whistle — whistle whistle whistle*
Your story reminded me of this one I came across recently.
https://www.historynet.com/always-look-on-the-bright-side-of-life-that-one-time-british-sailors-sang-monty-python-as-they-watched-their-ship-burn/
Brits used have a great ability to laugh at life.
Linked within. I had no idea they declassified inquiry.
https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2017/oct/15/revealed-full-story-behind-sinking-of-falklands-warship-hms-sheffield
The anti-air warfare officer had left the ship’s operations room and was having a coffee in the wardroom when the Argentinian navy launched the attack, while his assistant had left “to visit the heads” (relieve himself).
The radar on board the ship that could have detected incoming Super Étendard fighter aircraft had been blanked out by a transmission being made to another vessel.
When a nearby ship, HMS Glasgow, did spot the approaching aircraft, the principal warfare officer in the Sheffield’s ops room failed to react, “partly through inexperience, but more importantly from inadequacy”.
The anti-air warfare officer was recalled to the ops room, but did not believe the Sheffield was within range of Argentina’s Super Étendard aircraft that carried the missiles.
When the incoming missiles came into view, officers on the bridge were “mesmerised” by the sight and did not broadcast a warning to the ship’s company.
Bonus:
The board also concluded it was “unfortunate” that the Sheffield’s captain, the submariner Sam Salt, and his second-in-command, a helicopter officer, had “little or no relevant recent surface ship experience”.
That’s not looking at the bright side. 😕
Im sure his EXO was upCET with his behavior.
Has your writing style changed much since the big incident?
Interesting question. Absolutely, but executive editing for the Tribune taught me clarity through brevity. I haven’t gone over my several thousand-pages of notes during and immediately after post-Incident. Haven’t really had the heart. I’ve read a few pages, here and there, but it would require a lot of BS along with any nugget gold panned in the muck.
My writing from before, my other travel-stuff, is much different than what I would do now. I wouldn’t say the Incident *itself* led to any change, other than the experience avenues it opened. I’d be curious what you and others have noticed. I’d say age, AP and experience have greatly affected my style, but not altered otherwise.
My temporal quasi-absence episodes are tiny and…unnerving when my brain can’t make simple connections. The one I use cuz I remember involved a story where 35-14 was ‘important.’ I couldn’t get to 21, over and over with distinct alleys being blocked off along the way.
Not dementia from thread about this, , but *being aware* of losing your mind is absolutely dreadful. Further insanity spiraling into, eating itself.
Not being *aware* is pretty damn sweet for the individual, but can be many nightmares for others. One pro of my character: I’m an excellent patient. I am naturally chipper with them. Cute Korean nurses encouraged this. My ex, Saint Lady knew it was just me being playful, which it was, and also joked about it. It eventually led to getting treated better (humans don’t rush to see a troublesome, nasty patient)…and eventually learning how to escape the hospital itself. Unhooked from IVs and all, would sneak out. I’d get booze, smokes, and even have a couple, outside before returning. Hospitals in Korea are hilariously open about folk going out to smoke.
I was not reprimanded for my repeated escapes.
Dear TPTB and no worries: Do y’all still have archives from 2018/19? I know I still have my Kazakhstan adventure including the drunk dude who tried to steal my tablet on the Soviet-style train. There were a couple of others, I’m sure (of varying quality).
At the top of the web site.
https://www.glibertarians2018.link/
https://www.glibertarians2019.link/
From the header:
2018 archives
2019 archives
Huh. Mine used to show the 2017 and 2018. I still have the ’19. I fear recent issues may have led to this, or maybe Chrome is just not working with Glibs. Very well could be my computer itself.
The solder mask is 100% immune to isopropyl alcohol and acetone, they just made it clean and shiny.
I did develop a technique using the heel of an exacto blade (the end of the sharp edge furtherst from the tip) where I was able to scrape it away easier than using the tip of the blade, and having it out of the handle gave me more feedback on the texture of the surface I was scraping, so I had better control to avoid removing copper. It’s not ideal, as my hand hates the grip, but it is the fastest method so far.
On the bright side, I should be able to assemble a clock of my own design by this evening
😄
After that, do a time travel machine! 😃
I already did that next century.
and forked off into a different timeline.
You should be thankful I had version control on and came back.
We are thankful
Good, ’cause there were a lot of bugs in the other fork.
You don’t eat the fork.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/83/98/08/8398089861b2354e08ece4f75f7a4bad.jpg
“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
~Truth, supposedly ‘by’ Yogi Berra, sage of the diamond.
UCS,
I don’t think you have the chemicals needed to dissolve the PCB epoxy. We typically need to use fuming nitric and or hot sulfuric to remove epoxy or mold compound. I would not roccomend either if you do not have a chemical hood.
Possibly potassium Permanganate, but again, not very friendly for use in the home.
Unless he really likes purple. And later brown.
I was looking for an easier abrasive method, people mentioned chemical solvants, I only tried the ones I keep on hand.
Fine point dremel?
Nice article, Evan. Attitudes are contagious. If I come to work grouchy and snarling at everyone it’s going to spread to others. If I come to work and am pleasant and amiable, then that tends to spread also. I know what kind of environment I’d rather work in, so I try to contribute to that end.
I try to save my snarling for when I’m alone.
Attitudes are contagious.
I hoped it would be that, et voila 😉 One of my all-time favorites.
Great article.
I like it.
I thought about ending with an admission of my Deadly Sin: Acceptance. It intersects with the same virtue.
My chipper fluffiness can spiral into Meh-Mode for existence. (“This is OK. So it’s all OK. Yeahyeahsuresure and whatever.”) It’s a fairly standard baseline. BUT. Completely new adventure coming up! With a paycheck! And I’ve done that before in different continents. This is the same, just while ‘chillin’ at home. Hrmdinger. It will be interesting.
HA! From Update from Ev: Spud, Oct 25, 2019: “That’s a tragic story but you’ve found some positive in it.”
See below about my acceptance. I’d like to be hungry again. This new gig with damn-quick money for me, is a hellu-van incentive.
Greetings from North Nowhere Vermont. Yesterday there was no snow anywhere and in the afternoon I spent a few minutes exercising my Adirondack chair just to be able to say that I did because for the weather forecast. Right now there’s ten inches and it’s still snowing.
The current National Weather Service forecast for Monday is “Sunny” which means that all those goats I sacrificed to the Weather Gods since 2017[1] must have worked. The sun is still scheduled to go out for 3.5 minutes at about 3:30pm.
Some sources expect 250K people to come to Vermont for the eclipse. The roads are likely to be likely to be slushy and muddy. It’s going to be great entertainment.
Footnotes:
[1] The “Great American Eclipse” which in NNW Vermont was just partial.
Right now, we’re on track for a partly cloudy Monday for the Eclipse here in the CLE. There’s some road closures and parking bans that have already been announced. Places that usually aren’t open are going to be open because it’s both the eclipse and the
IndiansGuardians home opener (which they’re doing AFTER the eclipse… pansies). Some places are just now announcing events, and I feel a bit sorry for them, since most people already booked things, or are just staying home. Girlfriend and I picked up some cheap tickets (plus extras, they were $10 each) for access to one of the local clubs that’s opening up their rooftop. The ticket includes eclipse glasses and rooftop access.There has been some entertaining drama with one of the neighboring counties though. Lorain county put up billboards saying:
TOTALITY is ONLY visible in Lorain County
I checked with the calculators online, Lorain (the city) will experience totality for 4 seconds longer than the city of Cleveland.
The schools are out for some reason here in NE Lousiana. We aren’t even in the path of totality… I have no idea what the rationale is for this nonsense.
“Oh no! It is going to be a bit less bright for a few hours!!”
The schools here are nearly (I would remove this, but I’m not sure) all closed on Monday. Anyone working in a hospital or with emergency services have been told they’re working during it.
We have the day off. This eclipse is perfectly situated for Indiana. The Indy Speedway is likely to be packed. Kinda tempted to go up north to Peru, Indiana, hilariously in Miami County.
I bet the rural atmosphere will attract enough people to subtract that as an advantage, though I also know some folk up there and haven’t been back since I left the Tribune last June. I can also go on our porch and enjoy totality that way. I may spend it with the Lt. Gov’s daughter, whom I’m ‘friends’ w. It could go much further. Open, therefore dangerous, invitation. Hrmdinger…
I’ve been planning an Astronomical Event party up at a neighbor’s camp high up in the valley for years. We’ve done lunar eclipses, solar eclipses, and a transit of Venus across the sun. Most of my neighbor’s grandchildren are old enough to appreciate what’s going to happen and the schools are closed that day for the event which is nice. What isn’t nice is that my neighbor died early February, 42 days after a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer. This will be the first event up at camp since then and it’s going to be a bittersweet affair.
Every single organization in town is holding an eclipse event. There are practically as many organizations as people and you don’t need to go anywhere to see the sun in the afternoon. I think there’s going to be a lot of disappointed fundraisers.
Weather forecast for SW OH on Eclipse Day is not encouraging – considerable cloudiness and a 20% chance of rain. We’ll send the tourists your way.
The Burlington Free Press, an hysterical liberal rag, is already ranting about Touristageddon! Hotels and motels are kicking out the (State sponsored) housing-challenged to honor reservations made in 2017.
Vermont is so small that a single concert can increase the population by a good percentage. I went to the 1995 Grateful Dead concert in Highgate Springs because it was just a few miles from my family’s cottage. 90K people showed up and only a third of them had tickets. I had a ticket.
At least the hotels are honoring prior reservations, which is unlike what I understand some hotels are doing. (“Sorry about your wedding, but you should have gotten married sooner.”)
Forecast here is for partly cloudy and 60 degrees. Should be decent enough for the partial eclipse.
We get nothing but after the winter I’ll take a sunny day over a dark one. We’ll see some dark days this summer anyway. After the election I’m guessing there will be a lot of dark days, we’re seeing a preview now.
Biden wants all flavored ciggies gone, Minorities hardest hit.
Fourscore! I was just given two half-gallons of this year’s maple syrup as compensation for some networking work I did last Fall for a producer. One is an old Mason jar which makes an interesting sight. It reminds me of a quart jar of syrup that my mother said was from her great-Aunt in the late 1800’s. (Yes, as a kid I opened it had had a taste.) This year I’m sending Honey Harvest a dozen half-pints for you to distribute to worthy recipients.
One sister lives west of Austin and gets about 3:30 of totality.
The other sister lives east of Dallas and gets 4:04 totality.
If I didn’t have an elderly father I would have booked a trip down to Texas to see my sisters.
Eclipse Coolness