Sunday/Monday

I didn't go out yesterday morning, Sunday, I just didn't feel up to it.   In the afternoon I felt I should really make an effort, and I went to the evening service at University Baptist.   It was rather nice, the newish pastor introduced himself, and the congregation were friendly.  I told the pastor I had met his wife - she was the lovely, gifted teacher in charge of STEM Education at the local technical college, who spoke at our Kiwanis group a few weeks ago.

Afterwards Pattisue and I went to the nearby ice cream parlour.

Today I tried to go out to pick up a few things I needed, and couldn't start the car.  By then it was just after 4 o'clock and Terry said he will be out in the morning.   I'm just praying it is nothing serious, I can't be doing with another big car repair bill.   I turned the ignition on, and it sounded alright, but won't turn the engine over.   Looking anxiously through the manual I latched on to the fact that it might be an electrical fault, not sending fuel to the pump, because a fuse has blown.   So I'm hoping that is what it is.

In the news..............

The tornado season is coming upon us.  I'm thinking it is time to turn my windowless middle bathroom  into a tornado shelter.   Throw the duvets and pillows into the bath.  Assemble the toys and the lanterns, some soft drinks and snacks.

There was a tornado this morning in Mississippi.

This is what it does. I am looking at this picture thinking I am not going to stand much chance underneath the duvets in my bath if the house is shredded like this.   Actually, I think I need a cycle helmet, that's on the list of what the emergency teams advise.  

I was intrigued at the name of the town 'Hot Coffee' and looked it up.   It is at the cross roads of two travel routes, and in 1870 a store and an inn was built.  The owner hung a coffee pot over his door advertising the "best hot coffee" around.  It was made from pure spring water and New Orleans beans, and molasses drippings for sweetener.    The popularity of the coffee led to the name of the community.

Back to drug smuggling.    This tunnel is actually 700 feet long, I imagined it would be a few miles.  The reporter demonstrated that the rock is very soft, so it didn't need explosives, it can just be scraped away.   I wondered how the little old lady running the drug cartel was caught.   I'm guessing the gang was infiltrated, especially as no one is saying anything.

 

 

People nowadays walk along the pavements, the sidewalks, and round the malls, not looking where they are going because they are all busy texting on their cell phones, and they are having accidents; serious accidents where they have to go to hospital.   Now, when I was young we didn't have cell phones, and it was taken for granted that when walking along the street, or anywhere outside, we need to look where we are going otherwise we will bump into things, or get knocked down, or run over, by traffic.  We didn't need doctors coming on television warning us of the necessity to look where we are going.            Whatever happened to common sense??