I can't promise you much excitement in this picture post- a lot of gray. But I will attempt to spice it up with this- a few days ago, someone (not me of course) hit the big Powerball jackpot for some obscene amount of money. They say the odds against were like one in 292.2 million. So I asked grok about comparable odds, and I will sneak the answers I got in as we go.
First up is the 22nd, I believe that was Monday...
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| Everything was frosted over! |
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| We saw this crew at the south end of the woods. Weren't sure what was up, but they had a Kendall Electric truck with a cherry picker with them. |
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| What there was of the river was frozen |
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| so of course we checked it out |
So the odds are better of you getting hit by lightning- 19,000 times! Or being eaten 79 times by a shark, or nailing 23,000 holes in one...
Tuesday comes...
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| Not so frosty- but cold |
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| The main excitement- 3 bluebirds of happiness! |
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| Along the back road, several trees were chopped down.... |
The odds of hitting that jackpot were approximately that of guessing correctly one specific person out of the entire population of the United States...
The Christmas day walk, about midmorning...
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| Much warmer, and sunny |
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| Squirrels were honestly everywhere |
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| At least a few people joined us in celebrating on Christmas Eve, apparently |
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| Misty eating the last of the snow she could |
Another close approximation of the odds would be picking the correct precise second out of a 9-year-span of time...
Finally, today, which we spiced up with a fictitious detective story...
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| Not near so bad as yesterday (nothing but drizzles and fog!), but still damp |
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| When the only thing interesting in the woods is an oddly-hanging dead branch (and a grey squirrel who wouldn't sit still)... |
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| I'm guessing this was put up at some point to hold signage for a cross-country run. Right now, we will call it, "the sign about nothing"... |
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| So that crew must have been the same ones who cut down the other trees, probably to keep from falling on electric lines... |
Now, here's where our (not true) story begins. One of our Kendall Electric guys got a wash at one of the giant car wash palaces springing up around town. We'll assume he got the platinum single on the company dime. Later, we find a Holiday Inn bill for electric exec named Pazolozzo (or something similar with a lot of z's) for $143 buckos, up on Mushroom ridge.
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| Misty senses something off, but can't pinpoint it. Probably her daddy. |
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This is Misty being mad that the river is now a mudflat she cannot drink from.
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Just before this, we found our third piece of "evidence", a card for a $100 gift card to nearby swanky restaurant Baker Street.
Finally, on the way home, one last piece of evidence...
...a Topps Quinten Post basketball card! Apparently, Pazolozzo took in a game at the Plex before checking out...
Okay, enough of the silly, back to the silly! The last comparable grok gave me was you will find a pearl in an oyster at a restaurant 29,220 times before hitting the $1.82 billion winning number! But don't despair- according to grok, you'd still hit the numbers 31.6 BILLION times before you picked a perfect March Madness bracket (assuming you had NO knowledge of basketball- much like Pazolozzo, since he lost the Topps card of Golden State's second string center!)
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