"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work." - Thomas A. Edison

111 today. I think that sets a record. If it doesn't, it should.

Came out of the gym at the rec center to see an old guy wandering around, clearly looking for his car. That's not uncommon here where the average age is 83, so at first I just let him wander figuring he'd find it soon enough. I was in my car ready to start it up when I decided he was beyond temporarily forgetful, so I got out, walked over to him, and said, "Having trouble finding it?"
"I can't remember what color it is."
Huh??
I asked him what kind of car it was and he said it was a Volkswagen. One quick glance around and I spotted a newer blue, four door Passat. "Here it is," I told him.
"Oh, yes. There it is."
He was standing eight feet away from it and had looked right at it several times.
I watched him get in and drive away. At some point you gotta let it go, but he should not be driving.

I spent time shopping today - not my favorite activity. In this case it should have been more fun because I was shopping for parts for the truck. I started at O'Reilly's to take advantage of their typically lower prices and save the shipping I'd pay for anything ordered from one of the six online suppliers of parts for vintage trucks. I got an old guy who was a new guy and who seemed completely befuddled by everything. He had to ask for help to find where the brake master cylinders were, couldn't identify a valve cover gasket, and pretty much bailed on everything else. So I gave up and came home to search online. Not much better. I need a wide variety of things that seem to come with a wide variety of prices. Trying to figure out what to order from which supplier was more than my brain could handle on a Monday. I'll try again tomorrow and probably decide to get everything from one place just for the ease of ordering. That may save on shipping, too. Most of this stuff will fit in one box.

We miss having chickens. We first had a flock at our house (a parsonage) in rural Prunedale, CA back in the late 70's. Couldn't have them at our next home in Riverside, CA, but after living in two different "city" houses in Michigan we moved out to the country, and chickens were an early priority.
This morning I fixed myself the every-other-day b'fast of three fried eggs and three strips of BACON. I cracked the eggs into the pan and shook my head in disgust. The white was so watery it immediately ran to the outside of the pan.
Pam's comment when she saw that: "And most people think that's normal."
It's not, folks. It's wrong.
A fresh egg has a thick white that hits the pan and stays in a nice tight circle around the yolk. You can tell how old an egg is by how much the white runs, and these were NOT fresh. Pam got them from the store on Saturday but that doesn't make them fresh.
Besides, chickens are a hoot to watch.