How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh? Ten Tickles

It's Corny Humor Wednesday

I was behind a Buick this afternoon with AZ veteran plates and a bumper sticker that said, "WWII Vet." That war ended 70 years ago, and if we assume the driver was 20 in 1945....

Welcome to Sun City.

I bought two flash drives today, one a 16GB and the other a 64GB. Or are they thumb drives? Or memory sticks? I dunno. 

I'm going to use the 64 as a backup device and load the 16 with music for my next drive to OR in a couple of weeks. The head unit I put in Pam's Kia has a USB port. I asked the guy how much music I could get per gig and he said to take the size number and divide it in half. So that 16GB stick will hold 8,000 songs. I had no idea! I also don't have one tenth that much music. 

I'm going to have to figure out how to select songs from a USB stick. 

Pam leaves in the morning for almost a week in MI to visit her mom. She asked me to load up her iPod with a stack of CD's she has, so I did that this morning. I think she's in love with James Taylor. 

I keep an eye on the weather in Elmira, and they're going to get a pretty significant heat wave next week, with highs in the mid 90's. The good news: overnight lows are high 50's to low 60's. If we were living there we'd work at home until noon or so and then make the one hour drive out to Florence on the coast, where the temps will be 20 degrees cooler. Picnic dinner overlooking the Pacific Ocean; one could do worse. 

I've been doing misc. tasks all day, several of them Pam needed done before leaving in the morning. Because she's worked three 12-hour shifts in a row she hasn't had time to do much of anything, including pack. So I've loaded songs, done some shopping, made another trip to Verizon to get our phone issues resolved, loading pics of the OR property onto her computer so she can show her mom....

I'm glad to do that stuff. It's easy. 

Easier today because our dear friends in Newberg OR are grieving the death of their daughter/wife/mother Rachel, who lost her battle with cancer last night. Oscar is old enough to carry memories of his mother through life, but he should have her, not memories of her. And John must feel terribly alone. What would he give to do errands for his wife?

I'm sorry, Macys. Sorry for your pain and grief. Death is a terrible thing. Death at a relatively young age after a long battle with cancer is especially sad.