One of the things I did on Saturday was place a new cache. This one is a night-time only cache that uses reflectors to lead you to the final cache. I have been wanting to place a night cache for quite some time now. The problem was finding the reflectors. I looked at Wal-Mart and similar places but finally had to send e-mails to the people who had used these small reflectors before. They answered “Academy” and then that same night, Bobby, Ian and I ended up going night-caching and found one that contained as a prize a pack of 50 of these trail reflectors! Yay!
Inconvenience Store
Saturday was spent doing political things like putting up big signs and planning strategery (thanks W!). About 3 I got home and printed off clues to go geocaching with the dogs. We all had a great time. I’ve gotten 83 caches now and I’m only 7 away from having all the Frisco caches done.
I took some water for the dogs in a squirt bottle like usual (they love to drink it that way – it’s refreshing, and it’s fun!) but I didn’t take something for me. I decided I would splurge and get a soda, a Coke C-2 was what I wanted – that’s the one with half the sugar/calories. I pulled into a convenience store that used to be branded Mobil, and I won’t buy from them or Exxon for a variety of reasons. Now it’s branded Shell so now I can stop there.
Phones Are Good
The telephone in our house pisses me off. It almost always rings while I’m in the middle of something, like taking a nap or preparing meat (and therefore having yucky hands). Plus, it’s almost never for me. Sometimes I don’t even bother looking at Caller ID unless it rings more than twice. And I guess I’m getting old, because if the phone rings after 10 pm I think, “it had better be” one of only a handful of people.
So tonight the phone rang around 10 and it was Tim, my closest friend.
If you follow the link, Tim would be the non-baby guy. The girl is his wife, Kate and the baby is their baby, Isaac. Got it? Tim is, I believe, the only person in the world who has express written consent to call me any time of night for any reason, trivial or otherwise. He has excercised this right on several occasions in our younger days, and some of those calls are the subject of legendary stories which maybe I’ll re-tell here one day.
Look What I Made!
Finally got around to placing my first geocache. James went with me to walk the dogs and find a cache, and we stopped at Sam’s on the way home to pick up a few things. I stayed with the dogs in the car, and to pass the time I made a cache container by pulling out the innards of a Bic pen that no longer wrote. I found some paper and rolled it up tight into the pen cylinder (I’m not clever enough to have thought of this on my own – someone has a cache like this) and I put it out nearby and captured the coordinates in the GPS. It finally was posted to the site this morning, and somone found it within two hours and posted this comment:
The Power of Music
A very close friend, Ian, posted a really great thought about the power and beauty of music, and how important his music is to him. Well, music has always been very critical to me, too, and I commented there about this Elton John song.
So there are a lot of songs that mean a lot to me, and that’s probably true for a lot of people, and maybe periodically we can talk about them on our blogs. I’ll mention one that is a good song, but not necessarily important to me, but really illustrates dual (or multiple) meanings of songs. Jimmy Buffett recorded “Savannah Fare You Well,” written by someone you’ve never heard of named Hugh Prestwood. The author grew up in Savannah, Georgia and wrote the song about escaping the constraints of a dying relationship and the town that represented it. Read the lyrics in the link with that in mind. The imagery is very strong, and the meaning is clear.