This Is Why...

...I love fall golf...absolutely beautiful morning on the links.

Didn't hurt that I played pretty well...handled my niblick around the greens almost like I knew what I was doing, hit my mid iron with some proficiency...

...and experienced a mi'racle with Calamity Jane on #3 when I dropped a 40 footer for par.

mi'racle   noun

mir-a-cle  | \ `my ra kul \

a contraction of "minor" and "miracle"...not divine intervention, but unusual enough to merit more than a passing comment.

As a bonus, I managed to finish with bogey, bogey, par on 7, 8 and 9.

Above all it was a delightful stroll through the countryside on a perfect autumn morning.

Couldn't really ask for more.

As always, Karen has been busy in the home improvement department.

She decided to paint DBV's newly exposed metal artwork, changing it from its original white...

...to a more mid century modern orange that looks better from the outside...

...as well as from the inside.

As our friends in France might say, Magnifique!

6 months ago, there was really only one place from which my IT fellows and I could work, and that was the home office.

But now...

note the hand sanitizer and tp

...there's really only one place from which my IT fellows and I may NOT work, and that's the home office.

Consequently, I've been working from home for the past half year and loving it...and one of my co-workers has recently been working from his cottage up north and doing the same thing (loving it, that is).

Larry has been enjoying beautiful sunrises before work...

...dazzling scenery on his lunch break...

...spectacular autumn colors on his trips to the store...

...and serene sunsets in the evenings.

We'll all be glad when this crazy time is over, but you have to give thanks for unexpected blessings along life's uncertain paths.

Heard some strange noises emanating from the garage today so decided it was the better part of wisdom to investigate.

Sauntering toward the source of the hubbub, I opened the door and was shocked - shocked! - at what my wondering eyes there beheld:

Mr. Bolts is not much of a conversationalist so I never really did get much traction as I tried to uncover what this gang of All Hallows E'en escapees were up to.

I finally surmised from their grumblings they were tired of being cooped up in storage when we're so close to the big day.

Heartless wretch that I am, I shepherded them back into their boxes - all of them except Mr. Bolts, that is - his box had been taken over by a mama mouse and her babies.

Not a welcoming sight - so he's currently standing guard in the back of the garage behind Mr. T.

2 weeks and counting...

Some random sightings from hither and yon...

saw this on the way home from the links today...I'm sure our liberal friends are horrified to be seeing double when it comes to the Bad Orange Man

Karen prepared a delicious meal tonight: Tikka Masala with chicken over rice, served with nan bread and roasted veggies, complemented with a nice glass of pinot noir...I do not deserve to eat this well, but I'll take it.

the view from the command center this evening while enjoying a kentucky cheroot cigar...not quite as good as toscano anticos, but at 1/3rd the price, they're pretty darned good.

Karen came home with a venus flytrap plant and waddya know?  it works...mr. mosquito landed for a blood meal and that was the last thing he did.

one cool morning last week as the sun rose over the trees

I'm happy to report we've successfully landed another excitin' flight of the Atomic Monster Cafe Aero-Express...

...and conveniently parked in the midst of arboreal splendor for your viewing pleasure.

The pilot ejected a while ago, so feel free to shinny down the trunk and make your exit at your leisure.

later, mcm fans...