Saturday Jumble

Sorry, this isn’t a word jumble…

More than one person has suggested that the average number of daily views for this blog would increase if I were to post less often. Well…in the recent week where I didn’t post (Sept 16-Sept 22), the number of blog views was 63 percent lower than in the previous week. This is consistent with what happens on those single days, which are not common, that I don’t post. The number of views is always lower, usually by about 40-60 percent, than the average of the previous week.

The competition for eyeballs on the Internet is quite fierce. New content drives traffic to blogs, especially since this blog now has a fair number of followers including those who have signed up to follow it via email and not on WordPress, per se. If the followers don’t receive notification of new content, then they almost certainly won’t look at the blog.


Some might consider this to have been an odd choice for a photo venue, but consider the source.



My taking the “sunrise” photo inspired at least one other traveler to take a similar picture. Obviously, these pictures were taken at Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix and they were taken as we were about to board our return flight home, our home for a little while longer, anyway. I just love looking at mountains; what can I say?!


Two more photos from the desert:



While much remains to be done before we complete the move, my wonderful wife and I are getting excited. She is particularly enthusiastic. Why wouldn’t she be? She’s going home.


On or near the day we had “a deal” to sell our house, I became quite sad and nostalgic. Although the magnitude of the repairs needed to finish the deal has pretty much removed any sentimentality, on that day I took a lot of photos of the house. Don’t ask me why, but this is the one I wanted to share.



My wonderful wife and I have spent countless hours in this room, almost all of those either on a giant green sectional that we brought from Texas or on the larger of the two pieces (the one in the foreground) graciously purchased for us by my wife’s mother. The two “sofas” and the table are among the few pieces that will be moving to the desert. We have already rid ourselves of the furniture in the two guest bedrooms as well as many other items.


I have to admit that if I had my druthers, then this would probably be the “new” car I would purchase after we move.


See the source image


The Maserati Gran Turismo coupe has four seats and a trunk so it could serve as a grocery car. It would not be a great taxi, but it could manage in a pinch. I think the looks are stunning and with its Ferrari engine it’s certainly no slug.

I will continue to hope that we end up with something like this. Who knows what the future holds, anyway?







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6 thoughts on “Saturday Jumble

  1. I’m at a point in my life where I loathe the thought of moving. Not that I would mind living elsewhere, just the thought of moving all my “stuff*” would be staggering. My last move was 12 years ago and the logistics were a pain. Since then my “collection” has at least doubled. I think if something were to happen and I was FORCED to make a move, I would sell as much as possible, then give away whatever I could. Anything left after that would make for a mighty fine bonfire.



      1. If I were to get serious about a move while still healthy, I could get my “must keep” list down to a half full car carrier and probably 2 semi trailers. Compounding the issue of a move for me; part of my “collection” is trailers and equipment used in our business. At the present time, I have a 20′ by 20′ metal building with tools and equipment, plus up to four 20′ long enclosed trailers to move tools and equipment to various jobs.

        Guess I’ll just stay put for the foreseeable future. Just thinking about moving makes my head hurt.


      2. I completely understand your perspective. Although I once moved 14 times in a 25-year stretch, we have lived in this house for 10 years and, of course, are older than we’ve ever been. I wish I could just blink my eyes and be moved. This is real life, though, and not TV.


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