Haven't a thing to blog about, really. Or at least no one big thing.
I went to see Mom last night and she looked and acted hugely better, very much her old self. One of her meds seems to have been most of the trouble; recovering from heart surgery is tough enough already without that! Looks like she'll be in hospital for a day or two, then back to rehab and able to really rehabilitate this time!
Tam drove, with her new GPS navagating. Or nagging, with Tam telling it to give proper directions or shut up. (It was occasionally determined to make her drive directly away from our destination and kept calling for a 180 on the freeway.)
The TV is still milking the Tucson outrage for sobs, concentrating on victims relatives who will parrot the "guns're baaaad" meme. --Yes, so bad that they'd give anything for there to had been a policeman, security guard or other armed, skilled individual on the scene from the get-go; the only problem these ninnies have is that they don't trust their fellow-citizens to go armed unless they are creatures of the State -- or least wearing a spiffy uniform.
Locally, it appears a fellow out to steal copper tried to steal a live power drop about 3:30 this morning. I guess if I was truly soft-hearted I'd feel bad for him but sheesh: say Hi to Mr. Darwin for me! Bonus: most power drops (at least around here) use aluminum wire.
One of the local FMs went off the air on a hot afternoon last summer and when staffers arrived at the site, all of the air-conditioner plumbing had been hacked out and stolen. Meanwhile, the fat, plastic-jacketed Heliax copper coax, 3" or 4" OD? Intact! Almost a pity, as there are a number of ways to check out trying to steal that stuff, none of them nice.
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