Tuesday.. Just rambling

 Picture of the day.

Above is an AI generated picture. I asked for a secretary making a correction to a document on a typewriter.

Do you trust AI?  See any errors?  Just asking.

Oh yes, Myra, on Friday's entry, that was Jack Jr. to the left. Sorry to be late. ;-)

Now for today’s stuff:

I’m turning into a kid again, when Sherry says get up in the mornings, I want to roll over and stay in bed. ;-)

Our sweet DIL Corinne gave us a Kodak Frame, we enjoy sitting here and watching. It is one of those modern things, it has its own e-mail address and the family can send us pictures. WE sure get a kick out of that.

Many people earned your living with a typewriter. I was just thinking today how wonderful these apps are for typing and correcting errors, some even auto correct is possible. You that used the typewriter will remember carbon paper, when you corrected a mistake on the original, you had to flip thru every copy and fix them. NOW you just back up and fix it.

Mama got her first refrigerator when I was about 6 yrs old. Until then we had an ice box and had ice delivered weekly. Ice was scored in 25 lb blocks, mama usually got 50 or 75 pounds. As the ice melted it dripped into a pie pan that mama put under it. One sister Shirley and my chores was to empty the pan before it ran over into the floor.

Winter home heating for folks my age goes back to fireplaces, cast iron potbellied stoves, floor furnaces gas stoves, steam heat then to central heat.

Central heat and air hasn't always existed.

The first house I built had central heat but the A/C was window units.

Every house since then has had central heat and Air.

The fire place was the most inefficient, but to my memory as a child, it was the most fun. The whole family and a visitor or two sat in a semi circle and talked the old folks told stories. At times there was pop corn over the fire and parching p-nuts.

The fireplace was the least efficient, but to my memory as a child, it was the most fun. The whole family and a visitor or two sat around it  and talked the old folks told stories. At times there was pop corn over the fire and parching p-nuts.

Mama got her first refrigerator when I was about 6 yrs old. Until then we had an ice box and had ice delivered weekly. Ice was scored in 25 lb blocks, mama usually got 50 or 75 pounds. As the ice melted it dripped into a pie pan that mama put under it. Sister Shirley and my chore was to empty the pan before it ran over onto the floor.

(we missed a few times and put a stream of water across the kitchen floor)

Nite Shipslog

PS: Life is good....

OH yeah, I have been asked about our indoor pool of the past. Tomorrow I will get to that.