Got my air fryer out today, just to make some french fries.

While the fries were cooking I looked at the package the fries came in and a question came to mind:

The brand name is Ore-Ida. Potatoes come from Idaho.

Why is there a reference to Oregon in the brand name?

Something to ponder while I enjoy my french fries.

Wait - FRENCH fries?

Will the questions never cease?

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I'm sure a day like today is where the term

'taking a brisk walk' originated...

as I found out firsthand on my daily walk.

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A few minutes after I had walked away from my computer because I couldn't figure out why my printer wasn't printing,

it came to me why.

In a stroke of sheer genius, I realized I had forgotten to take the tape off of the ink cartridge.

At least I didn't spend too much time worrying about the problem...

I was just quicker to figure out my idiocy.

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... it's another.

My printer messaged me I was almost out of ink, so I bought another ink cartridge and installed it.

Then I got another message that the printer head needs to be aligned. So I did that, too.

So I decided to test it out.

I picked a page at random and hit print.

The printer whirred. The process began.

the page came out...

blank.

After 20 minutes of searching and trying to find the problem,

I decided that, since nothing is working,

to leave it for now and mull the problem over in the back of my mind for awhile.

To be continued...

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I had a couple of strange dreams last night, but I'm not going to relate them.

The important thing I learned is why I have the odd dreams occasionally.

BBQ.

Any form.

Last night I had some bbq potato chips.

The time before that, bbq ribs.

I may not be the swiftest at realizing these things, but eventually I figure things out.

It's like when I was suffering off and on with vertigo.

After a while I realized I have a bout if I consume more than two alcoholic drinks two days in a row.

I now limit myself to no more than two drinks at a time for no more than two days in a row and it works.

I have found out, the older I get, to pay attention to my body.

Spicy food and drink is a younger man's game.

And I'm o.k. with that.

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I watch old t.v. shows that are in syndication.

I've seen every episode of the old Vic Morrow '60s classic Combat! at lest 4 times.

I occasionally watch an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The same for the old Robert Conrad series The Wild Wild West.

Just about every day I'll watch a little The Big Bang Theory and Modern Family because those shows were comedy gold.

In fact, I watched an episode of Modern Family before I went to bed last night.

This morning I awoke from a dream in which the character Claire Dunphy (Julie Bowen) had somehow become my mother -

and she is 18 years younger than I am.

For a second I thought maybe I should dial it back on the show.

But then I thought, why?

She's a babe and this could get interesting in the future.

Looking through some old papers of my parents, I found out that the house I grew up in was built in the 1930s.

When our family moved into the house, there were only 6 houses in the neighborhood. By the time I was in the sixth grade there were houses everywhere.

According to city census records, by that time there were over 2,000 people living in my 'hood.

One of the houses was a block over from my house. It was originally a hotel and by the time I started first grade it was an apartment building.

Later it was owned by a single family who ran a little candy store out of the garage that was on street level below the house.

Sometimes you find some really interesting things if you're willing to dig a bit.

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I really, really, REALLY thought I'd already contributed something here today.

Senior moment, maybe?

;(

Temperature is 34 degrees, but wind chill makes it feel like 9.

When I go for my daily walk later I'll be easy to spot.

Just look for the rolly-polly guy with too many clothes on.

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At the time of the Blizzard of '78, I shared a house in town with an old schoolmate.

The first night of the blizzard, I had my housemate drop me at my parent's house to see if my car that was being worked on was ready.

Got snowed in.

Spent 3 days helping a buddy dig his jeep out of a snowdrift so that I could get back.

Finally get back and find out my housemate had a party while I was gone.

My fiance got wasted and slept with my housemate.

No, I don't have any fond memories of the Blizzard of '78.

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