What a weekend.

 I'll intersperse some pics (darn few this week) with a rant about the many things that went wrong.

First, of course is the computer.  Running slow Sunday, I decided to re-boot.  It decided it didn't want to.  I tried again, it suggested I try the "Startup repair".  Boy, was that a mistake.  It started back up again all right... but it disconnected my anti-virus, which I needed to get to my bookmarks to fix, which I couldn't because my browser decided that my system was too out of date to mess with.  Couldn't get anything but a blank screen, even though my bookmarks bar was right there (albeit non-functional).  Two hours of battling, and a chat with my Anti-virus outfit which the helper never really got the problem, seemed to end the chat before I was finished, but nevertheless supplied me with enough info to figure out the problem- much of which hinged on me switching my default browser back to Google Chrome.

Cloudy Thursday night

Lots of discers, no critters

Except for a bunch of sound asleep ducks

Long story short, I had to redo almost all my passwords, delete the desktop picture I had, since it would only show black, and resign myself to returning to GC.  Today, however, I accidentally hit the old Firefox Icon and it gave me a box that said I COULD go back on FF- IF I started a new profile, which still left me without my password, and which it refused to do yesterday.  So now, much like the Colossus of Rhodes, I straddle two browsers, trying to decide if either one is worth a full move in.

Oh, we found out what the container at the river landing was for- it contains the gear for PFW to do a kayaking night.  If you look carefully, you can see a piece of the Awning against one side that is branded "Check in".  There was one kayak awaiting a rider, but Misty had other plans.

AKA Aquadog...

This was also amusing.  Dude came clear down to the curve, saw the tent, the cars, and us, did a u-turn and parked right there at the Swamp. When Misty and I got within a long arm or so, he lit out again.  Bit early for the afternoon joint, dontcha think?

Problem two was this new prescription outfit that I'm stuck with.  Like my other, it's from Canada so I can get it gratis.  But their first attempt at shipping to me has yet to arrive. Friday, I went back through tons of deleted e-mails to find their "track package" message (yes, I know).  Finding it, I learned that it was due for delivery Friday- with the caveat that "Wildfires may delay your delivery date."  So I signed up for Canada Post's text message alerts.  Haven't heard anything.  I kept the link- in the bookmarks that got erased.  Now the e-mail with the link, which I TOLD myself to save, is nowhere to be found and Canada Post is pretending I don't exist.

Friday morning, still cloudy, but nice.  We went around the duck pond...

...and somebody had to run us through all the stickers she could find.

Daddy spots a varmint...

...and the chase is on!

My rant now shifts to Saturday.  My sister told me her son-in-law is an investor in a local brew outfit called Chapman's.  As they had a local branch about a half-hour away, we thought to try it out.  Well...

- They were staffed on Saturday lunchtime, apparently, only by a kitchen manager and a bartender.  The Kitchen Mgr was underage, and the barkeep called in sick.  We got there at 12:30... the next bartender wasn't due till 2.  This girl- who never served before, knew little about the cash register, and was the ONLY one there, save us- she busted her butt working for us, even texting her boss- NOT at our instigation- to she if she could slip us a beer "under the table".  Now, if I was a boss, I would have said no (which he did), BUT I would have had my ass there to take care of customers (which he did not).  I messaged the owner, describing the situation, expressing a) Whatever he paid his kitchen mgr was NOT enough; b) That if he can't staff a place properly early, maybe he should rethink his open hours; and c) They are supposedly opening another location at Fort Wayne's big Electric Works project- and I said, if you're going to half-ass your effort like this one is, why bother?

NOTE:  That girl made a mean hamburger, opened up the pool table for a free game when they didn't have a change machine (Which is more nitwittery considering the pool table and several video games), which makes her 5 star in my book.  However, I also have to bash the place because on the restaurant side, they had Alt on, which was competing with big band coming from the bar side...

Saturday sightseeing

Misty was having a "mark it if you see it" day.  She was stopping so much that I was counting to find out how many steps I could take before it was time again.  In the midst of this, this nice lady started a conversation with, "She has to leave her mark everywhere!"  On the southern half of the trail she averaged every 45 steps.  More on this later.

Once in the woods, I noticed those times lengthening.  I had a theory.  I started counting again when we came off the back trail into the woods itself.  By the time we reached the north end where we go into the addition, she was averaging every 100 steps.  But in the 4/10 of a mile of sidewalk to go home, she shrunk that average- even counting the woods- down to 60.   Stopping to mark is her way of saying, "This stretch of trail is Boh-Rinnnng!"

Other odds and ends of the weekend:

-KC got into it with his job inspector and said goodbye to the railroad life.

-Martin Truex had his right rear tire "punctured" by something right off the bat and crashed out of the race.

Sunday was a bright blue day

Discers literally everywhere

Prepping the FWPD/FWFD charity soccer game

And finally, Monday...

Believe it or not, a single fawn out in broad daylight

Misty hunting varmints

Eleven years I've walked this path, never noticed that...