It’s finally coming to an end. This year’s hurricane season winds down at the end of the month, and thankfully the last couple of months was blissfully quiet and uneventful. Gaston, which was the only significant storm to affect us this year, got upgraded to a hurricane. Time to pack away the hurricane kit for another 6 months.
Bye bye old vacuum, hello Roomba!
We decided to get a Roomba. Went for the Discovery model after checking it out in the store and reading a few reviews. Hopefully it lives up to the some of the rave reviews I’ve seen about them online. There’s a lot of carpet in this place and it’ll be interesting watching this thing wander around doing the vacuuming for me. And it’ll go under the bed too.
While I’m at it, I need to remember these sites:
Roomba Community Forum.
Roomba guts
You know you’re a geek when…
You know you’re a nuclear medicine geek when you look at the tail lights of one of the newer Honda Civic Coupes and see horizontal long axis slices from a cardiac scan.
Chill in the air, smoke in the house.
All over the apartment complex this morning, there were smoke detectors ringing. Not because there were any real fires going on. It’s because of the weather. As the weather cools down, people naturally turn the heaters on. In these apartments, the AC/heater units must have some kind of heating element that collects dust, because as soon as you turn them on (after being idle for most of the summer), there’s invariably the smell of something burning. The accompanying smoke of course triggers the smoke detectors. There were plenty of smoke detectors going off this morning as I walked back and forth on trips to the laundry room.
Happens every year.
Reply to Flanders Fields
Oh! sleep in peace where poppies grow;
The torch your falling hands let go
Was caught by us, again held high,
A beacon light in Flanders sky
That dims the stars to those below.
You are our dead, you held the foe,
And ere the poppies cease to blow,
We’ll prove our faith in you who lie
In Flanders Fields.
Oh! rest in peace, we quickly go
To you who bravely died, and know
In other fields was heard the cry,
For freedom’s cause, of you who lie,
So still asleep where poppies grow,
In Flanders Fields.As in rumbling sound, to and fro,
The lightning flashes, sky aglow,
The mighty hosts appear, and high
Above the din of battle cry,
Scarce heard amidst the guns below,
Are fearless hearts who fight the foe,
And guard the place where poppies grow.
Oh! sleep in peace, all you who lie
In Flanders Fields.And still the poppies gently blow,
Between the crosses, row on row.
The larks, still bravely soaring high,
Are singing now their lullaby
To you who sleep where poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.– John Mitchell
