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The title of this post is pretty much what I feel right now over a myriad of things and people.

Summertime, And The Living Is Easy

Last night on the 11:00 news, the weatherazzi I was watching gave a summer report -- when comparing June through August of 2012, we had 53 days with temperatures over 90.  For June through August so far in 2013, we've only had 18 days with temps over 90.  And in that same period in 2012, we had 10 days with the temps over 100.  Blech.  Thank goodness that hasn't happened so far. 

So to sum it all up, this summertime, the living has in deed been easy.

Farmtown Update

I apologize for being remiss in posting pictures of the garden here at The Compound, but I'll give a quick update.  After just a few days of picking, the tally is as follows:

Green beans - 7 quarts canned
Tomatoes - 11 quarts, 1 pint canned

App Of The Week

It's back-to-school time, and I've heard from quite a few friends in the past week how they would rather be shot than to have to shop for school supplies.  Not having kids to school shop for, I can only go on heresay.  But I digress. 

I found an app this week that might make your shopping -- be it back-to-school or otherwise -- easier.  It's called Shoptopia.  It will use your location and find you the best deals on whatever it is you're looking for.  
You can download at the iTunes store or wherever you download your Android apps.  Happy shopping!

Security Tip Saturday

Farmtown is in full-swing right now, and the 'Rents spend a lot of time out in the garden every day.  They've started doing one simple thing without me having to ask or remind them, and that makes me proud that they are thinking in "security mode".  Whenever they go out to the garden, or just go outside for that matter, they've gotten in the habit of locking the back door. 

With the current rash of "clipboard people" going through neighborhoods acting like they're selling something door-to-door, we've all got to be alert and take precautions, and locking your door when you're outside is something we all should be doing. 

And I'll take this one step further; while you're in the house, you might as well keep the doors locked, too.  One of us is usually in the family room, and you can see out the French doors and notice if anyone pulls in the drive or is walking up the driveway, and we used to think this was enough.  Not anymore.  You hate to feel like you're on lockdown, but we can't be too safe anymore.

Flashback Friday

This is a personal flashback today.  I thought back to this day in 1992.  I was still in the hospital after my wreck, and this day was the pivot point on my recovery and rehab.  It was a Friday, like today.  I had been in the hospital for almost a week, and the time was about 8:00 or so; I remember the time because "Family Matters" with Steve Urkel was on and it was the show I was watching in my hospital room. 

I had a bad day with the physical therapist.  They came on Friday morning and took me to therapy and gave me a pair of crutches and told me that I had to learn to use the crutches before they would discharge me.  The first therapy session was Friday morning and it ended in tears.  I was in a lot of pain from my hip area where they took a piece of bone to put in my foot.  The second therapy session didn't go much better; I still had a lot of pain in my hip area, but I did manage to use the crutches to go up and down two steps in the therapy area.  Back in my room, I was disgusted.  I called home and talked to Dad (who had just left my hospital room just a couple of hours earlier when he and Mom were there visiting).  He gave me the attitude adjustment that I needed.  He told me to "suck it up".  It wasn't what I really wanted to hear, but I'm glad he said it.  After I hung up the phone, I called for a nurse.  When she got to my room, I asked her to hand me my crutches because I wanted to take a walk.  Then she and I proceeded to walk, albeit slowly, down the hallway, but I was moving on my crutches.  And I was discharged the next day.

Something You Don't Hear Every Day

And I quote:

"A homeless man stole my good scissors." 

Hand to heaven, I heard this today, and it is a true statement.