Sonnet Challenge #22

Just in case you were wondering, there are actually a lot more sonnets being written than I post here, but I thought I’d put this one up as I was reading it to D yesterday and we had a good laugh.

 

Flip flops
Flip flops are such a comfy thing to wear,

the shoe with a relaxing attitude.

Slip on vacation hooves and then you’re there –

Flip from a boss into a cool dude.

Your toes feel freedom, something that’s so right.

No more stuffy socks inside the thong!

They’ll fit feet that are narrow, deep or wide,

and waterproof!  You really can’t go wrong.

If it’s too cold for flip flops, stay inside

and flip around the house until it warms,

then hit the beach and dip them in the tide

,the sand won’t chafe your heels, you won’t get corns.

And when you crave a lazy day that’s tops,

kick off the pumps and slip into flip flops.

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Tales from the field #9

Well, well, well.  Seems like spelling is not a prerequisite for the City of Calabasas!  This trash can was at the back of my booth on the weekend.

Misspelled trash can sign

I guess someone will need to recycle themselves back to remedial spelling.

Monthly Mailing May

Here’s my monthly mailing newsletter – reaching out to everyone with whom I cannot reach out face to face.

Tales from the Field #7.

Sometimes the trip to or from the show is as eventful as the show itself.  The trip to the Phoenix area I particularly enjoy because there’s a short-cut from Mecca to the I10-eastbound up Box Canyon.  On the outbound trip, which is during the day, the geology is very scenic.  On the inbound trip, which is usually around 10pm, it’s one of those dark-sky zones where you can stop and enjoy stars without the interference of city lights.  The alternative is to go up to the I10 in Indio, but the Box Canyon cut-off is 25 miles shorter.

On the way to Carefree, I got to the top of Box Canyon, where it joins the freeway, only to find the on-ramp was coned off and blocked by several pieces of heavy machinery.  The next on-ramp to the east is at Chiriaco Summit, maybe 4 miles, and to the west, the Indio on-ramp.  Yes, a 50 mile round trip.  Aargh.

Just to complicate matters, I’d been having some slight thermostat problems with the truck.  Although it wasn’t overheating very much, from the last trip, it seemed that if I stopped to let it cool, it got hotter.  The plan had been to try to drive to Blythe to get a replacement thermostat, if necessary, doing the work in the parking lot.  I had not planned on stopping between home and Blythe – a 2 hour leg of the trip.  And it was starting to look like I was going to have to stop at Chiriaco anyway, that second cup of coffee was working overtime, and I didn’t think my bladder would make it another hour to Blythe.

I hopped out of the truck and talked to one of the workers who pointed me in the direction of the foreman.  He said that at the last bend in Box Canyon was a side-road, marked by two cones, which went up to Chiriaco Summit.  Perfect.

detourtochiriaco1

Desert definition of ‘road’.

However, when the foreman used the word ‘road’, he didn’t quite say how ‘roady’ this was.  At first there was a dirt stretch, followed by gravel and more dirt, and eventually panning out into ancient blacktop for a while, then changing between the three options before it joined I10 at Chiriaco Summit.   I had the ‘road’ to myself.  It passed little bridges where washes ran down, and these were inevitably full of trees and bushes.  Ah, if ever there was a road I could leave the truck running at the side of it and run behind a bush!

Road between Box Canyon and Chriaco Summit

Ah, relief is in sight!

No need to stop at Chiriacco!  When I got to Blythe and bought the thermostat, I think the truck realized I was serious about doing this open-hood surgery myself in a parking lot without a mechanic in attendance. I’ve not had a problem with it since.

Tales from the Field #6

I do love staying in Airbnbs.  The price is right and you get to meet some nice people.  I have a few favorites and have made some friends.  There is one particular couple I’ve stayed with about four times, I know where everything is in the house.  They have three airbnb rooms.  The last time I stayed there, they were away for the weekend and kinda left me in charge of the two young guys staying in the other rooms;  I got to be the house Mom.  They also mentioned that one guy had left a suitcase for later pickup in the garage.

The first night, I hadn’t been in long when the doorbell rang.  It was Fedex.  I signed for the package, put it on the hall stand and texted them that the package had arrived.

The second night, I hadn’t been in long when the doorbell rang.   It was the former room guest returning for his suitcase.  We found the suitcase in the garage and I texted them that it had been retrieved.

On the third night, I was microwaving my dinner and decided it needed to go in for another minute.  HummmmmmmmFFFZZZZTTTT.  Oh ****. I tried resetting the GFCI on a nearby socket, but no go.  The microwave had been plugged into a socket apparently on a different circuit.  A few sockets behind the stove were off, but the stove was on still and the microwave could be plugged into the GFCI socket and I could continue dinner.  I texted them what had happened and said that it wasn’t a big deal, they could wait til Monday to fix it.

After dinner I went to put water in the freezer for the following day. Oh no, the fridge is off – plugged into the same circuit as the rest of the dead sockets!  So now we’re on phone calls.  Grabbing the flash light from my truck I followed their instructions to the breaker box, but wasn’t getting any joy from resetting the marked circuit breakers.  There was one of the other guys in the house, and after we ascertained that he wasn’t going to lose anything when the internet went down, we rebooted the house electrics.  Still no joy.

By now the couple are planning to abort their trip and drive home.  However, the young strong man (they’re really handy sometimes) easily pulled the fridge out of its alcove and now we had access to the plug.  Back to the garage and rummaging for their extension cords, we ran a line to another area that was working, and we were back in business except for…. the tripping hazard across the kitchen floor.  So, warnings to both other guests that the kitchen light needs to be left on so we don’t trip on the wire, my hosts unpacked their suitcases and went back to their trip.

Artificial Intelligence.

They say that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity, but I’m beginning to wonder.  I have an additional monthly fee on my Verizon cellphone bill that allows me to make international calls (for a costly per-minute fee) and with rearrangement of new technologies, I no longer need it.  So I went on the website to cancel it.  Could find how with a couple questions to the FAQ bot, so I clicked for a Chat person, thinking I was going to get a human.  I didn’t.  At first I wasn’t perturbed by this, but a couple lines in…..  this is the transcript of the conversation.  I’m the voice in blue.  Verizonrobot

It gave me one answer four times and another twice before it finally realized it was out of its depth.  By then my session had timed out in the other window and I was connected to a black hole.  I followed a different track later to get to a real human, by which time I didn’t really care if helpdesk was being outsourced to Alpha Centauri, it was a sentient being…..

 

 

Tales from the field #5.

There’s something to be said about driving one of the most popular vehicles in the country.  When you get to the parking lot, you get to park in the Silverado Section

Silverado Section

Oh look! Another Silverado. Oh look! Another Silverado…………..