Skyrockets in Flight in T Minus Two

Two days until our national day of independence. Do you have big plans? Are you someone who wants to go to a live fireworks show? Or will you have one on the T Vat home? Or do you even care about that? I have several dozen photos of fireworks shows in the past, but it has been a few years since I braved the heat. I do think we have something planned with the GRANDS, but I can't remember at the moment.

Speaking of rockets, did you see the recent tweets from an astronaut up on the International Space Station? Go see several of them here. Very nice.

This feels like an apropos time to share the next installment on There's No Mayonnaise in Ireland by Will Stanton. Part one was in yesterday's post.

Then there was the time my wife sent me next door to borrow a couple of eggs, and I came back with an Easter chick. She looked at it, and then at me. "This one's a real challenge," she said. "Let's see—you walked in without knocking. . . ."
"Eloise was on the floor," I said, leading her on, "reaching under the bookcase..."
"That's enough," she said. "Naturally, you asked what she was doing, and she said . . ." My wife studied the chick. "Got it! Eloise said she was trying to catch a chick, and you said how much, and she said, 'Fifty cents,' and you said you'd cash it. So Eloise got up, you handed her 50 cents, and she said, 'Well, well, you have just bought yourself…”
"Isn't there anything to drink in this house?" I asked.
Even when I recognize the pitfalls in time, I still have a problem. I'm thinking of the woman who told me she didn't know what to do about her husband's coffin. I didn't know what to do—or say—either. I'd have felt like a fool if I'd asked about the services and then found out that all he had was a bad cold. On the other hand, if she really was a widow, I didn't want to recommend some brand of cough drops. Compromising, I mumbled, "No man is an island."
"Oh?" she said. "What do they put on their sandwiches?"

I imagine every family has one, but ours is the Son of a Preacher Man. I am talking about a tinkerer. A Jack of All Trades. Yes, I am talking about you, ZKW. I saw this and it felt like something you would/could/should build. It has your fingerprints all over it. Ha ha. A joke within a joke.

Speaking of jokes, maybe it's time of a little clarity...of vision, that is. Ha ha. Another joke within a joke. Today's is a new spin on car recalls.

Before I drove in this morning, I had a whole diatribe I was going to share. Now, I can only remember that I wanted to remember that. I wonder what it was about?

I am using the Lumosity app everyday on my smartphone, but I guess it is not working, huh? I had better go do some real work to stretch my between-the-ear muscle.