Finally, Something!

Note: I wrote both parts of this many days ago. During this time I was unable to access my blog. I’m not very tech savvy, so after hours and days of trying to figure out what was wrong, I finally called tech support. They fixed the problem.

So I thought it would be easy to write this blog today. Boy, was I wrong! Windows installed a lot of updates and wanted me to reboot the computer. It spent a lot of time at 15%. When it finally got to phase 3 it finally rebooted. But it took a long time. When I brought up my word processor everything was running super slow, so I ran system mechanic, which took up more time! Now everything is working at normal speed.

Well, we survived the flood! When I say that, I mean days of flooding! The experts predicted tides higher than we experienced during Sandy. I was skeptical. During Sandy, we evacuated, and during the height of the storm 2 feet of water leaked into the garage and we lost a lot of items. I didn’t want that to happen this time. My main concerns were one bicycle, an expensive one, and my mobility scooter. We planned on getting out of town just to save our vehicle. Just a few weeks ago, we lost another car parked in the street. Floodwaters totaled it. In the end, we decided to stay. This was unusual for my wife, who usually wants to get out of town at the first sign of a major storm.

Okay maybe it was risky, but I didn’t think it was that risky. I remembered the storm of March 1962, and the main things missing this time were a new moon, and torrential rain. Also the winds in 1962 were much stronger, although the experts predicted stronger winds this time than what we actually got. Yes we had sustained winds in the 20 to 30 mile-per-hour range with gusts somewhat higher, and this pushed tidal waters into the back bays. In 62, the winds were so strong that the tide never really went out. This time I was heartened when the marshes reappeared after each high tide. Tides never reached their normal low points but it was obvious that there was some tidal movement.

Okay, to the garage. The water actually made it to the door, but never came in. The reason I was so concerned about water coming into the garage was because after Sandy we had to have the garage mucked out, and the garage door sensors weren’t working. We’re on our third freezer since we moved here. At first we were devising a plan to temporarily move it to a higher location, but I said freezers are so cheap that we would just buy another one if we lost this one. When we bought it we put it on concrete blocks to protect it from minor flooding. We are quite thankful that things worked out the way they did!

So the millennials came up with a new way to demonstrate their stupidity. It’s called pinching a cell phone. Yes they hold the phone between the thumb and forefinger and hold the phone over something dangerous to the phone. I saw one person putting it inside the grate of a catch basin, holding it with most of the phone sticking through the slot. Another was holding the phone over a fire. Or, just for a thrill, one held the phone or the edge of a dropoff on a mountain. Yes, pinching it over deep water, such as off a fishing pier. One young lady had hers on a selfie stick over a toilet. The phone fell in. What did she expect?

Here we go again. Everything above was written over a week ago, and I intended to finish it much sooner than now. Instead of just finishing it, I’ll see how much I can add.

Here on the island, all three municipalities keep many of their traffic lights working throughout the winter. I find it interesting that so many people complain about exhaust emissions, yet I find myself sitting in my car with the engine idling at traffic lights where there is no traffic! How many traffic lights do they need on the island during the winter, considering the anemic flow of vehicles? Why is there, at any time, a traffic light at Aster Road and Park Boulevard? In fact, why is there a traffic light anywhere on Park Boulevard, with the exception of Rio Grande Avenue? And what’s with all these no turn on red signs? Yes, more wasted gas for no apparent reason. In the past, NJ DOT used to require meeting a certain number of warrants to justify a traffic signal. I understand that is no longer a requirement. If the municipality wants to put up a traffic light it just puts up the traffic light. Who cares that there is no traffic to regulate? In the past, I’ve heard that they do this to slow down speeders. I thought that was the job of the police, right?

If you think you’re crazy, you’re probably not. Idiot in England had his ears surgically removed so he would look more like his parrots! His face is tattooed to look like feathers. Nothing wrong with that, right? Now he says he wants a beak. What comes next, wings? Believe it or not, he has a girlfriend who must be as loony as he is.

I don’t usually eat hotdogs, but when I do they’re almost always all beef, and that’s pretty much what they sell at hotdog joints. Right, all beef, very healthy, right? Wrong! Anyway, I remembered what hotdogs used to taste like, you know the ones with all the nasty parts ground up, with not a trace of beef? Well, I told my wife to buy some of those, and yes they taste much better. Well, why not? They have more fat in them, and that gives them flavor. I think the best hotdogs were the Burk’s hotdogs that used to be sold all over the boardwalk. That company is no longer in business.

It’s getting harder and harder to find food that isn’t genetically modified. No, don’t tell me that GMO food tastes the same, because it doesn’t. Jersey tomatoes used to be exceptional, but I certainly haven’t found them the past couple of years. In fact, the last really good tomatoes I had was when we lived in Woodstown and grew our own. We grew some on our deck two or three years ago, but they didn’t taste as good as the ones we had grown in Woodstown. Monsanto is making a fortune with this stuff! They are selling biotech seed to farmers for most crops.

Monsanto sues farmers who save seed. They say their seed is patented. Okay, so even if it is, the farmer already bought the seed, so why must he buy it again every year? It reminds me of the record industry, which has changed considerably due to a number of factors. In the past the artist made money from record sales, but someone decided that recording a song should be the gift that keeps on giving, so they started charging commercial enterprises for every time that song was played. Of course, no one kept track of that, so they came up with a system. Representatives from one of the music systems would inform the business how much it should pay annually, based on its profits.

Anyway, farmers always saved seeds, and it makes sense. They bought the seed initially so they shouldn’t have to buy it every year. What a country!

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