Saturday, October 21, 2017

Life is better...


This post is dedicated to the CDP bloggers who live on a farm; especially Mary Beth and Michelle.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Pencil Chair


One of the nice things about this "pencil" chair is that if you want to change your decor you can just erase it!

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Monday, October 16, 2017

The Good Ol' Days in Florida


This very attractive mural is found on Main Street in downtown Deland.  Deland, about 70 miles east of Ocala, is a city of murals.

Jill Cannady is the artist and the mural is the only line art, sepia-toned mural in the city.  It was dedicated in 2010 and shows a diverse group of people in 1920s clothing interacting with one another.

It seems that Ms. Cannady meant to show how in the 1920s some people were left out of many conversations - specifically in this instance, women and blacks.  Notice the men are involved in a game of chess while chatting earnestly among themselves.

Notice also that the women's faces betray their frustration at being treated as 2nd-class citizens.

Some people might say that little has changed in this regard since the 1920s.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Set Me Free!


This poor, beat-up old chair is chained to a pole on a dirt path behind a subdivision. The dirt path dead ends in another 100 yards. So why lock up the chair? It's a conundrum! I mean, really, who would want the thing?

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Golf Cart, circa 1893


Can you imagine this as a golf cart? It would be pulled by a horse, of course, or a jackass. The players would sit in the front of the cart with their legs hanging down. The golf clubs, encased in old canvas bags, would lay on the floor in the back of the cart.

There are a couple of problems, though. Coming up a steep hill, the golfers and bags might slide right out the back of the cart into the muck and mire, while the horse goes galloping off into the distance.

Or, when going down a steep hill, the golfers and bags might go flying off the front of the cart, bumping into the rear end of the horse, and the poor animal, not knowing what was going on, would be jolted into escape mode and drag the poor golfers and their clubs into the nearest pond.

Maybe this is why, up until relatively recently, most golfers walked the course?


Friday, October 13, 2017

God


I'm sure you all know that the word, god, is simply dog spelled backwards. That must mean something. I think.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Wanted


Psst...the word on the street is the these three guys are members of the White House staff.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Frogs galore!


Highway 41 runs through the Everglades from Miami in southeast Florida to Naples in southwest Florida.  Along that stretch of road you will find several restaurants - at least one of which is owned and operated by Native Americans.  You will also find that frog legs are on each and every menu for they are considered a delicacy in that part of the country.

I've had people tell me frog legs taste like chicken.  But that doesn't entice me.  I've never tasted them.  And if I want something that tastes like chicken, I shall buy myself a chicken.

It turns out that our new home in the Trilogy community is very attractive to those little green/albino tree frogs.  They get up in between the wooden ridges on our lanai and sleep all day, pooping meanwhile on the lanai.  In other words, they are inordinately pesky.

We've been spraying vinegar and water on them, but that doesn't do much good.  So we're going to try some other solutions in the future.  I must say, though, there aren't as many of these frogs as there were when we first moved in.  

The frogs are harmless, but frightful when they jump from the top of the patio and land on your nose, holding on with those sticky little feet!  And they are good in that they eat certain bugs and mosquitos.  However, it appears that, no matter their benefit to the environment, they're going to have to go.

The question remains:  How?

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Mojo Grill


Mojo Grill started out in downtown Ocala. After some success they moved into a building that had been a "Roadhouse Grill" a few miles east of town. Then, Mojo's opened another restaurant farther out on the east side in a building which has a English Tudor look to it.

We ate at the English Tudor building a couple of weeks ago. Incongruity is the word. The first time we ate at Mojo's was at their 2nd incarnation. It was very much a "roadhouse."  The tables held metal buckets full in peanuts and you were invited to toss the shells on the floor.  The food was OK but it was wild and very loud.  Here's how one person described it:

"Funky, music-themed eatery featuring American-Mexican pub grub, including vegetarian options."

Now to incongruity.  Imagine the inside of an English Tudor building and then look at the above photo.  This is the Mojo out on the east side.  Incongruity aside, the wait staff was very pleasant, and the food was good but the ambience was still a little too loud and wild for old folks like us. 

We had a good time.

You can check out Mojo Grill here if you're interested.


Sunday, October 8, 2017

The Waterfront Inn - Lake Sumter Landing, The Villages






The Waterfront Inn is a rather special place in The Villages.  Positioned along Lake Sumter, it offers an elegant hotel experience.  Persons from all over the world stay here while checking out The Villages.  Other guests are local - friends or relatives of current residents of The Villages.

The infamous sinking ship has been positioned in the waters in front of The Waterfront Inn for a number of years.  During that time, it gradually deteriorated to the point where it really began to sink.  Check our the black and white photo and you will see what I mean.  That's when the powers-that-be stepped in and did whatever was necessary to keep it afloat.  

The rusty old bucket, a shrimp boat, I believe, has become iconic.  I'm guessing several million photos have been taken of it by residents and visitors alike.  Heck, I've got about one million myself!  

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Golden Pen Pals


This little canine was wearing a nice, gold necklace. I asked her where she got it, assuming it was a gift from her master or mistress. But no...

"I'll have you know," she said with just a touch of condescension, "it was a gift from Rin Tin Tin." Then she grinned, toothily.

"Oh, c'mon, Rin Tin Tin's been dead for years," I replied, backing away just in case she decided to punctuate this nonsense with a piece of my leg.

"Well, I guess I should explain. I'm a very old dog even though I don't look like it and many years ago, Rin Tin Tin and I became pen pals. I did a bit of commercial work and I'd see him on the set of one of his movies and we became good friends. Not long ago, I received this necklace in the mail from one of his descendants. Evidently, when his will was read, the executor of the will missed the paragraph where he gifted this to me.

"And he was a great jokester. Sometimes he would jump on top of actors in the middle of a sex scene and run away before anyone could catch him, barking happily the whole time." Then she stopped and put a paw up to her face, obviously in deep thought. "Damn that Rin Tin Tin! I'll bet this isn't gold at all. Look at it again."

So I did. "I'm sorry, my dear, but this is made of tin, and painted gold. I knew when I felt it that it wasn't real."

"Well, I'm not surprised, and I'm not angry. It's kinda nice just to think he thought of me before he died."

"How did he die" I asked.

"Exhaustion," she sighed. He jumped into the middle of so many sex scenes and had to run so fast and so far all that exertion finally caught up with him and his forepaws gave out and then his heart quit!"

"What are you going to do now?" I asked. "Well, I don't have a will, so I think that when I pass on and go to the Doggie's Happy Hounding Grounds, I'm going to get in touch with Lassie and we'll figure out a special trick to play on him." She stopped for a minute, then her eyes lit up,

"I've got it!", she exclaimed. "Rin Tin Tin hates tin! Something to do with his name, I suppose. That's why if the woman in a sex scene was wearing a gold necklace or bracelet he'd rip it off and carry it home and put it in a special hideout, an old Spam can. He knew no self-respecting dog or human would eat or even look in an old Spam can! And the woman, so involved in the sex scene and so surprised by Rinnie (that's what we called him) jumping on her that she never realized her precious jewelry was missing!"

"So, I'm going to ask Lassie to make a very special, one-of-a-kind post-humous lifetime gold achievement award using this necklace. Lassie loves to do that kind of stuff. Then we'll invite all the heavenly dogs to come to a big party in his honor and we'll have a true hero, a service dog, present him with the award.

"When he waddles up to get his award, we'll all start barking 'It's not gold, it's 'tin, it's tin, it's tin, Rin Tin Tin!' That will just curl his tail and he'll crawl to the back kennels (which are still pretty heavenly) and he'll mope for an hour or two, but some little pup will ask him to come out and chase balls and he's not very bright, so he'll come bounding out, his award in his teeth, barking 'Tin is gold, tin is gold, I'm tin, Rin Tin Tin, and I'm as good as gold'"

"Thank you for this scenario." I shook the little dog's paw. "You are truly delusional.  So even though it's a good story I'm going to have to check it out the next time I see a Golden Retriever."
"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." — Henri Cartier-Bresson