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on one lane roads.

We did end up on one of those, as we were making our way to a monument memorializing William Chisholm (a member of Clan Chisholm who died at the Battle of Culloden in 1746) and his wife Christina Fergusson, who composed the Gaelic song "Mo Rùn Geal Òg" (My Fair Young Love) - alternately known as "Cumha do dh'Uilleam Siseal" (Lament for William Chisholm) - in his memory.
 
Not being a USAian, I tried to work out (on google maps) how long that would take ... but the map stubbornly refused to tell me which St Louis you mean. ;) It shifted between St Louis (Missouri), St Louis (Michigan), and -- amusingly -- St Louis Park (Minnesota), St. Louis Lambert International Airport (also Missouri), and Saint-Louis-de-Blandford (Quebec).

Now ... I may only be a "darn'd old furriner" ( ;) ), but even I know that if you start in Missouri or Michigan ... much less Quebec ... it's a heck of a commute to get to Colorado or Vegas, much less San Fran. That's on the other side of the country. :oops:

Then I asked google maps for St Louis, California ... and that made a tiny bit more sense. :) Still, if you started in CA ... why would you go to Colorado and Vegas, then double back to San Fran, and then go back to Oregon? *shrug*

But if you start from St Louis, Missouri (the famous one) ... that'd mean crossing almost the entire continent to San Fran, and then going all the way back across the continent to Toronto. :oops:

I'm confused. America has too many St Louises and Saint Louises and San Luises ... ;)
I've a brother in Ottawa and, at the time (1996), another brother in St Louis, Missouri. The year before we married, we had time and energy, combined with a very modest budget, bought a car for 500 dollars and took off with no destination in mind, other than ending up back in Toronto in time for the flight home. My rough calculation was about 10,000 miles in the two months on the road. When I closed my eyes, all I saw was asphalt rolling down.
 
I ran over one of my sprinkler heads with the lawnmower. They're supposed to retract but this one was apparently just high enough. Annoying because the pressure drop knocks out the entire line. Replacement ordered. First World problems, but I don't feel guilty. Does that make me an asshole?
 
I really like a sink of hot, soapy water. There's something comforting about dipping your hands into hot, soapy water.
 
Not at all! That problem is comparable to mice chewing the dishwasher drain hose. What a nuisance!
Heh. One of my kitchen lines went down last week. All electrical failed. Smelling the aftermath, I knew before I opened the access panel that a rat had gotten to it and french-fried itself. It was the size of a small cat. Lucky it didn't start a fire.
 
I woke up super late today, but I still got a lot done. I think I'm about finished with the website design, though it's a pretty simple page. There will be just a few things to add come launch day, and I'll copy most of it for the Facebook author page.

It is WAY too hot today, but since I was spending the whole afternoon in my bedroom with the AC anyway, I baked a batch of peanut butter cookies. They turned out just great, nice and chewy, melt in your mouth delicious.

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