A Wonderful Fireworks Display

What a wonderful fireworks display put on by the Hagadone family. Truly it was one of the best, if not the best, that I have ever seen.

Having said that, I would like to point out that it was especially good for me since I just had the cataract surgery on my right eye, but the left eye, the 'good one' (HA) is not yet done and scheduled for next week.

The particularly interesting thing about cataracts (at least mine) and the fireworks is that the display, even thought the best that I have seen, was made even more amazing by the cataract remaining in the left eye. With cataracts, at least mine, I don't see one light, as in light bulb or a single burst of light from a firework. Instead I saw a sort of 'halo' of light. This means for each light I see there are about 6-8 lights...on each side of the 'real' light in sort of a halo effect. The fireworks, when viewed from only my left eye were amazing. Everyone should have cataracts at such a time. Each single burst of light was seen as a wheel with spokes. You can thus imagine that with all of the kazillion different sparks going off and floating through the air that I saw much, much, more than one light. They overlapped and were quite amazing. I almost, almost, regret having the left eye, the 'good' one fixed.

So, thank you to the Hagadone family for such a wonderful display, and thank you cataract for allowing me to see that which wasn't really there to be seen.

(Speaking) Of Doors and Windows

Well, during the last little adventure into the wilderness, heh, heh, Matt and I were able to keep the 'old' landcruiser from sliding off the steep embankment in the snow. We were on the way up to a high mountain lake, and darn, there was some really slippery and wet snow. Traction was a problem, even for the LC. We did avoid the cliff (this time--weren't so lucky last Memorial Day Weekend with the 'new' landcruiser). The bad news was that the driver's side door that I had left open on the advice of Matt that "It would be easier to jump out if the LC goes off the cliff, if the door was open." Seemed like a good idea. However, I focused more closely on the cliff than I did on a tree on the driver's side as I was 'backing' (sliding down) backwards. Ha. Well, the door got tweaked. The good news is that Luckily a friend of mine, Brad, has some friends who know a lot about such things and these friends not only fixed the door, pounded out the 'dent', and got the window to work. It is amazing, after driving for a week, or so, (who was keeping track) with a door that wouldn't close all the way, and a window that wouldn't stay up, how nice it was to drive with a closed door and a window that works. HA! The 'dent' well heck by the time Brad's friends got through, it is really not noticeable what with all the other 'dents' on the LC. HA! Now if I can just get the heater to work. It is getting a little colder, and the snow will soon be 'in town' and not just up on some high mountain. Oh well, I guess that is why God gave us coats.

Of Beer and Wolves

A most astute point was raised by a writer that I know. He stated that he found that his ability to understand technical information and to write concisely was directly proportional to his consumption of beer.

Upon contemplating that revelation, I (immediately) concluded that the reason for that was that beer kills the brain cells that are weak and otherwise of little or no use making more room for, and providing more blood and oxygen to, the brain cells of "higher" intelligence.

Upon contemplating the matter further I analagized this little recognized phenomenon to the position that wolf advocates take regarding the wolves killing deer and elk. It only makes sense. Wolves only kill the weak and otherwise useless deer and elk, leaving the stong to live and prosper. Thus it only makes sense, in nature, that beer would likewise, in the natural order of things, only kill the weak and otherwise useless brain cells, leaving the intelligent ones to prosper.

I think that my writer friend and the wolf advocates drink the same brand of beer. Hmm, come to think of it, that is not such a bad idea. I need another beer. Now I just have to try and remember where I left them. Nope, not in the stove, not in the micro, hmmm, where could they be?

Dr. King...Says it All...Serve