I've been getting repeated reports of my blog's inability to allow visitors to comment. I SWEAR I have all the setting set to allow anybody to comment. "It's a GLITCH, a TECHNICAL MALFUNCTION!" -(Gus Grissom after the hatch blew and the capsule sank to the bottom of the ocean.)
Having tried all sorts of things, I decided to change templates. They can be very sensitive and problematic, I know. Fingers crossed.
Update on the weather here in Kansas City, which is in Missouri: summer heat and humidity has slacked off somewhat, and the forecast for the foreseeable future promises lower high temps and a more reasonable dew point, which is the measure of how big the puddle of water around your ice tea glass gets.
Furthermore, we are looking at cars. We have a 12-year-old car now which, while in good condition, is starting to show its age, plus it doesn't have a backup camera, and it's difficult to get in and out of, speaking of showing age. We're looking for a small SUV, just for the ease of use, ingress and egress, plus backup camera and a higher eye-point. Candidates so far: Toyota Rav4, Subaru Crosstrek, BMW X1, Ford Escape.
Well, I drove an Escape yesterday, and what a piece of junk. A brand new car that was noisy, difficult to maneuver, and with a weak 3-cylinder engine with a quirky turbocharger. This thing would be hazardous to drive simply because of the hesitant and slow acceleration.
The problem is that the car we have currently is a BMW 328i, which is pretty much a high-performance sports car. I've said before it's the best handling car I've ever driven, and possibly the fastest with the exception of a couple of motorcycles. I'm no hot-rodder, though you might say I used to be. I just recognize a good car when I see it, and the fact that sometimes the best escape strategy in dicey traffic situations on the Interstate is straight ahead. In fact, I kind of hate the idea of getting rid of the BMW, even though logic tells me to do so.
The most exciting thing right now is our potential move from the Midwest to the San Francisco Bay Area. It sounds illogical, you say. You may be right, but we have no ties here and no reason to stick around, and we are both getting tired of the crappy weather, not to mention the political and ideological strain. How shall I put this? No; never mind. Anyway, planning stages right now, so no hard commitments at this point. I'm excited at the prospect of returning to my old stomping grounds; we're zeroing in on a town of which I have many positive memories. I informed my son of the plan and he responded in his typical Yogi Berra fashion with, "That's great. This may be your last chance to be where you are."