Yeah, I've considered that although it's kind of late to get a gardening gig going now. No one here would hire me, anyhow. Once again, there would be many more oportunities in Durango. I can also start my own rose business in Durango like what I used to have in the City. It would be a gamble, but I think there's enough money in Durango that I could pull it off.

I've already started packing. If I'm gonna go, it has to be soon. Stupid economy. Stupid Congress. Stupid, dishonest financial jerks.

OK, rant off. :mad2:

Awww....so sorry to hear about the job, Sam. If Durango is better, then move. Ok, I'm just saying that. I hope things will get better soon. :hug:

I'm going on a 300 mile bike ride next week (Chicago to Detroit).

I hope it's going to be cool, with low humidity.


And a tail wind.

Why don't you see if the Durango Community Shelter would take you in for a bit until you get a job?

Hey cool, HLJ! Which route are you taking through Indiana? Maybe I could set up a little Cellar Pep Station for you on your way!

That would be so cool! :)

I don't know - my brother designed the route. We're probably going right under the lake.

We could avoid these triple-digit temperatures if we would just switch to the metric system.

Will you go through Ann Arbor?

Send a fan with her, that's what we did.

when my power went out last week (for four days) I used my silk Oriental fan that I bought for a buck in New Orleans. Best purchase evah.

Musquirt.

So the cafe and all its mini-cafe offspring have those big containers for condiments. Mustard separates, right? So you push the little handle and you get musquirt. It's disgusting. But I don't dare try to shake it, one of the haughty line cooks got mad at me for not showing due respect to the mustard dispenser. He said something about how they don't work right if...to which I replied that maybe they aren't such a great idea, then. At the very least someone could shake it once a day. I've worked in college cafeteria...attention to detail my friends, attention to detail.

I like mustard on chicken tenders. I don't want the Dijon Beijing Relished Mustardo Extraordinaire with Real Peanuts and Barbed Wire. I just want mustard.

Is that what they call a Musquirt Ramble?

Rant, ramble...either works.

No, we'll miss it by about 10 miles.