Random thoughts: It’s a small world (but I’d hate to have to paint it)
Posted: Friday, August 20, 2010 8:02 pm
Today, I have a lot of nothing to offer.
From the “It’s a Small World” Department: With the start of school, many students are reacquainting with friends they missed over the summer vacation.
While seeing each other in a small town is nothing out of the ordinary, running into a friend in someplace like Orlando, Fla., is another matter.
Such was the case for friends Alex Parks of Rives and Elizabeth Shanks of Union City.
The two were on separate family trips to Disney World when they ran into each other in — of all places — the line for the ride “It’s a Small World.”
Facebook frenzy: Several months ago, I joined the popular online social gathering spot Facebook, along with millions of other people.
While I was never very active on the site, I did enjoy catching up with some high school and college friends with whom I had not corresponded in many years.
Apparently, after ignoring my Facebook page for a month or so, I had great difficulty getting back on it.
It appears I used a super secret password for access, which I have now forgotten.
So I guess being a computer illiterate with limited short-term memory has put an end to my Facebook career.
I guess I’ll have to resort to communicating with those people via the old-fashioned route — e-mailing.
Medical update: Some of you may recall I had rotator cuff surgery a few months ago. Some say it’s one of the most painful surgeries from which to recover. I agree with those people. It hurts.
Other than the obvious pain, one of disappointments was the timing of the surgery, which took place in the winter but also knocked me out of springtime golf.
When I initially returned to the links, after the temperatures started soaring into the 90s, I found that my range of motion was somewhat limited.
Fortunately, now I’ve recovered from the surgery. Unfortunately, my scores are right up there with the temperatures.
Also on the positive side, my range of motion appears to be back where it was before the surgery, as I’m now able to throw my clubs just as far as I could prior to the operation.
Gotcha!: A couple of months ago, I borrowed a friend’s trail cameras, which are normally used for locating and studying deer in the wild. Hunters use them often to help determine the best places to set up to hunt. The motion-activated devices document traffic in day or night.
I’m not a deer hunter but I did have what I considered to be a situation where the camera would be perfect for studying my prey. For those of you who read a recent column of mine, you know the prey were my own dogs — three of the inside variety of various sizes and ages.
I had a problem with at least one of them leaving surprises around the house, sometimes camouflaged in oriental rugs, where they seem most likely to be discovered with bare feet.
While I suspected one of the dogs, I still decided to use my super-sleuthing skills — the trail camera — to confirm my suspicions.
After several days of the stakeout operation, I removed the memory cards from the cameras and studied the results on my computer.
Initially, I was concerned with my suspect list. I saw pictures of my daughters, their friends, our friends’ children and even my wife — mostly taunting the trail cameras. Concerned, but not deterred, I continued looking through the photos. Finally, I saw them — right there in black and white. The photos I was looking for were taken at 3:54 a.m., 2:01 a.m. and 3:23 a.m. on different days.
To my surprise, it was not the dog I had suspected and had reprimanded. Hopefully, she’s forgiven me.
As for the guilty party, we installed a doggy door for her. She’s doing better but I think some tough-love training may still be necessary.
David Critchlow Jr. may be contacted by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Published in The Messenger 8.20.10