This is going to work just fine, I think.
I got he idea while messing around with my parental units’ computers, networks, and all the toys they have. After all, Pa Wetzel is a retired engineer, he needs lots of toys to keep him happy. I suppose it runs in the family, too. Dallas was rainy and cold. Not cold, but not warm. Just damp, maybe moist. Maybe Dallas is always a little moist, and it’s the most gray city I can think of, more gray areas in Dallas than any other place. See: Ft. Worth, now that’s a blue jean city. Austin is a floral shirt city. Someplace like London? That’s a black city [black as in black humor, or black as in soot on everything, either way> The briefest shower, right after I took a shower, reminded me that I was in Dallas, still, the rain beating an asymmetrical rhythm on the roof. It’s all a matter of degrees, too. I got back to Austin, said “hello” to the cat, took a nap, went for a short haul around the trail, and decided I was going to “do it” – finish this up and get the web log – journal – everything hooked up right. Once and for all. During the walk, I was listening, then watching as the rowers were goaded on by their coach. “The Hudson River, it’s windy **all the time**, so get used to it!”
