Floating village

Here’s a floating village in Alaska. Loggers used to live there. Looks like fun, as long as you’re not subject to motion sickness. Which I am. So it doesn’t look like fun after all.

Extreme Short Shrift. It’s Monday night, I couldn’t get home until 7:30, and it’s getting late. My loss is your gain, Loyal Readers.

Thanks to Anon for noticing a missing word in Wednesday’s post. I’ve been writing the blog on my iPhone, and I’m still getting the hang of typing on a virtual keyboard. It must be my phone’s fault. Yeah, that’s it.

Great campout over the weekend. The campground itself was a parking lot (literally), but the park was very pretty, we had hookups, and there was a free performance of Richard III. The one by Shakespeare, that is. It was better than you would expect for free. Several of the actors were very good, in fact. All in all, it was great to get away and we enjoyed it.

I’ll leave you with yet more food violence. The Ding Dong Dang Dairy has been robbed! How low can they go?

See you tomorrow.

One Response to “Floating village”

  1. Andy Morrow Says:

    Perhaps I'll play devil's advocate. With a name like "Ding Dong Dang Dairy," wouldn't you hold it up at knife-point? Perhaps they had it coming to them.

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