Three Turkeys for Thanksgiving Edition of SORT.
As of Monday, November 23, 2020 at 9:00 PM pacific time:
| Sport | Off-Road | Touring |
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| 1991 Chrysler TC by Maserati | 1974 Steyr-Puch Pinzgauer 710M | 1988 Buick LeSabre Estate Wagon |
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| Chrysler quality multiplied by Italian manufacturing equals…yeeck. | Only a mother or an Army grunt could love this thing. | The perfect vehicle for gathering the family up to go to grandma’s house for an illegal Thanksgiving. |
Yesterday when I posted the photo of newly decorated Christmas tree to Instagram I kiddingly said we might just go ahead and have Thanksgiving dinner today. Well, it turns out I wasn’t kidding.
When we finally found our smaller dream sized 11 pound bird last Friday we didn’t have a room in the freezer for it. We put it in the mini fridge downstairs and cranked the knob to max cold, but by yesterday the bird was pretty much thawed out. This meant waiting until Thursday to cook it might not be that smart of an idea.
Seeing as we had already purchased every thing we needed for T-Day on our previous grocery shopping expedition, we just moved the holiday meal up 4 days.
For this coming Thursday, we’ll snag a couple of slices of pumpkin pie at the downtown market to go with some leftovers.
We have been buying Christmas gifts for the past week or so for the nieces and nephew up in Washington state. We should finish up tomorrow, but they will need to be wrapped before mailing. Trouble is we are unsure of how much, if any, wrapping paper we have. All our Christmas stuff was packed up after the end of the holidays of 2018, then packed into shipping crates in South Carolina in early October 2019, unloaded in Oregon in January 2020, only to be stored away under the stairs unseen.
Well, if we were going to go down and root around in the half dozen or so boxes of Christmas stuff looking for wrapping paper, we might as well drag it all out and start decorating…its close enough. The tree went up yesterday along with all the other seasonal bric-a-brac bits. We also took those multi-colored string lights we bought here last year to decorate the AirBnB and encircled the big picture window in the living room. Today we hung out the small yard flag, the big porch railing flag and wrapped that railing with some candy cane colored rope lights we bought last year at the after Christmas sale at Home Depot.
While we were decking the halls of Casa de K-Falls we were going through of all those boxes of Christmas stuff and weeding out things that we no longer liked or didn’t have a place for and set them aside. Today we donated a couple boxes worth of holiday decorations to Goodwill. Hopefully someone else just might want them.
They are going to have to drag my ass out of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue on January 20, 2021 and you better hope they check my luggage on the way out, as I have become quite fond of Remington’s bronze “The Bronco Buster” statue…
Backing Into A Corner Edition of SORT.
As of Monday, November 16, 2020 at 9:00 PM pacific time:
| Sport | Off-Road | Touring |
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| 2004 Mazda Mazdaspeed MX-5 Miata | 2019 Ford Ranger ProRunner | 1948 Cadillac Series 62 Club Coupe |
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| Not sold on the red accents (seats & brakes), but it’ll do. | An almost sensible sized pick up truck turned into an off-road monster. | The very epitome of plushness. |
Ever since I’ve been retired, my grasp on what day it is has been pretty fluid. This was perfectly captured in a Pickles cartoon that I featured here back in April. Today we were reading the paper and listening to Radio Paradise waiting for CBS’s coverage of the Masters to start, when the above song came on and it stuck in my head.
When 10:00AM rolled around and I swapped from the Roku box to cable I thought, hmmm, it is 1:00PM on the east coast, wonder which NFL games will be on, might delay golf it is interesting. A quick scan of the cable guide showed nothing but college football games. Oooh, that’s right it is Saturday.
Didn’t help either that our 4 times a week newspaper, had just last week, changed the Sunday Edition to a Saturday delivered Weekend Edition.
I’ve had nine previous posts here on LoB on this subject and pretty much everyone of them starts out with me saying that we don’t play golf1 and really only watch one golf tournament a year and the Masters is that one.
This is because we have actually trod the hallowed grounds of Augusta National. We moved to Aiken, SC in May of 1989 and when we found out that you could pay a measly $5 and get in to see a practice round2 in the first full week in April of 1990 we took that Monday off and went over. We got there early, walked the whole course, ate a $1.00 palmetto cheese sandwich and drove home. That weekend we watched, just to see where we had been and it has become a tradition like no other ever since.
We did go back over a few times over few years until they instituted a lottery and we stopped getting picked. One year my brother (who does golf) came down to visit and he was fun to walk around with. He could tell us the names of the pros (and some of their history at the course) we would see as we wondered about. Another year my sister came down with her husband (who also golfs) and wanted to camp at at certain locations to watch as the players golfed through. That was in 1995 and I know that because that is when the photo above was taken.
And the only reason I still have that photo is because it is in one of five directories that are remnants of the Seattle FilmWorks era when you would get prints back and for a small fee, a copy in that new fangled digit format, in a staggering 640 x 480 pixel size. As you can see, the images leave a lot to be desired, but it was whiz-bang back in the day.
Here is another one to gaze at in wonder,
me in front of the famous scoreboard: