• Dog Loose [Again], Officer Dispatched.

    And when we left the story of my vacation we were driving back to Albuquerque from White Sands…

    The next day was the trip to Santa Fe. It was punctuated with calls from the craftsman trying to get my mother to find a different way to get him money or a money order, (he had not bank account). We took a side trip in Santa Fe to stop at a Post Office only to find that that wasn’t going to be an option. And then we were off to find the part of Santa Fe that my Dad remembered and wanted to see. First we found a Farmer’s and Arts market that were just closing down. Getting parked to explore it was a challenge, the twists and turns for the underground parking were tight and blind. We were trying to find my Dad a hat and some sunscreen. The sun was really getting to him. We ended up in an REI store to find hats and his sunscreen. It was still tourist as we don’t have them in Florida, at least not Orlando. With hats and sunscreen in hand we headed back to the car. This wasn’t where we wanted to be.

    We found a couple that were able to tell us where the downtown area was from where we were and how to find parking, once again, underground. The nice thing about that is it’s a little cooler. So we find it get parked and go hiking to the main square. There we found the peddlers selling their wares, and something going on in the park. It was lunch time so food was on the agenda and we found it at the Cafe. I don’t remember it’s full name. The portabella burger was way better than I expected and as it’s New Mexico, dessert was Sopapillas. You must try these. Open a hole in it, pour in the honey and chow down. Oh yum. 

    It didn’t take long for us to see all we had the energy to see in Santa Fe and then there was the hike back to the car. There was the adventure with the automated parking machine. It’s one where you put your card in, it calculates and gives you a receipt if you want and you pay it not the attendant. Don’t ditch that card yet, you have to give that to the attendant to get out. And back to Albuquerque we go. But not yet.

    We didn’t go directly back to the hotel. We stopped at the San Felipe Pueblo Casino. Ok, I think it was called the Hollywood Casino or something close. I managed to walk away with $10 earned from a Penny slot machine. I like penny slots you can play for a really long time for little money. Noted here was that there were tribal members working in a variety of positions in the casino. It was doing what we thought the casinos on tribal lands should. It was employing people from the tribe. There are problems with this as well and some of the people were open to discussing some of the good and bad that has come with the casinos. And then back to the hotel and finding food. 

    The next day was our last full day to do anything in New Mexico. We finally settled on a trek back up towards/to Santa Fe and a place in the southern part called El Rancho De Los Golondrinas. It is a 200 acre living history museum. Look them up at: www.golondrinas.org. We got there on the last day of Mexico Days and so there was a Mercado setup with vendors from Mexico. We had a great time wondering around and seeing the buildings that were used for so many centuries. Some a part of the original ranch that was operational into the 1900’s and some that had been brought in. There was a compound that included living areas and cooking and worship and lead to the stables.

    If you wondered further from then entrance and down the hill you found the working mill. They can’t use the grain but it does work. And they demonstrated it. If you took the time to ask questions of the volunteers stationed in the various rooms and facilities you found out not only about the ranch, you also found out about them and that several of them have been volunteering there for years. If you go even farther back you can see the fields where they grow food crops as they would have when the place was functional. Also I found the tanning shed, a second mill, a carriage house, and a second coral or pen. I didn’t go up to the chapel It was a much farther hike and we were getting close to closing the place down as it was. I did get a view of it from a distance.

     

    It was our last day in New Mexico and it had been the best of the outings. We enjoyed everything we saw and were happy to get to see what we did, revisit some places and see new. In all it was a really nice stay. It gave me the chance to figure out why my memories of summer or my youth do not include very many days of sweltering heat that you just didn’t want to do anything. New Mexico, while in the mid to upper 90’s didn’t feel as hot as Florida at 90. Oh, yes, it is a dry heat and that helps. The other thing that helps is the near constant breeze. It make such the difference.

    Our visit to New Mexico and especially to the ranch reminded me of the trips we took when I was a kid. We stopped at Forts and National Parks. We looked at cool historical places and natural wonders. I’ll have to do more of that it was fun.

    And finally, on a plane to Oklahoma City. 

    Yes, Oklahoma City. Ok, wait, they do have the Cowboy Hall of Fame. Oh and there’s the Cherokee Nation. More than that though, there is family. We went to see my Grandfather. It’s always fun to visit with him. He’s in his 80’s and goes dancing several times a week does his silver sneakers exercising, goes golfing with his buddies and I’m not sure what else. We got in around lunch time and he was waiting lunch for us so as soon as we got unloaded we went out for food. Aside from visiting we didn’t do much else with the day and that really was ok. This was the relaxing part of the trip. I rented a Chevy Aveo, it was smaller than what we had in New Mexico. Figured that should be ok as we weren’t planning on doing as much driving. We had to have something though, Grandpa drives a little pickup. 

    So after food I called my Father. Seems he didn’t know I was coming. He knew my Mother and Dad were. Yes, the family relations sound a little strange and I’m not going to explain them. Anyway, my Father teaches computers at a Tech school and he has suggested before that I should take a trip out and come speak to his class. And my Step Mother had not been doing well but should be better in a day or so. We were planning on going out to Cherokee Nation the next day. Mom was looking for something and we thought the Indian shop there would be good. So the meet up with my Father would take place the day after the trip out east. 

    The day comes for us to head out to Cherokee Nation. We’ve got Mom’s GPS and it and Grandpa help us get headed in the right direction. I keep being amazed at how disconcerting the freeway system in Oklahoma City can be. Then again, I didn’t spend many driving years there so I still see it through the eyes of a 16 year old new driver. And finally we’re on 40 headed east. And we’re driving, and we’re driving and we’re stopping for a drink, and we’re driving, and we’re driving and we’re stopping for a bathroom and we’re driving. Yes, it was supposed to be 3 hours. I think it was. I didn’t think it had been that far the last time I made that trip. Oh well. We went through several reservations, the Sacs and Fox, the Muscogee (who are either Creek or Seminole) and several others. I saw signs for Creek and Seminole that I didn’t expect. And then the Cherokee. Cherokee Nation is a sovereign nation inside the state of Oklahoma. The issue their own drivers license and license plates. The capital is Tallequah. I have yet to go there.

    After the visit to the Indian Store we stopped at the Casino. As in New Mexico, several of the tribes in Oklahoma have casinos. Unlike in New Mexico, in the casino we stopped in, it did not appear that there were many tribal members employed. I don’t know if my Mother asked them about it. We played penny slots again. Mom did well this time. The trip back to the city was longer as we had to stop for some dinner and then the bathroom a few times. And we made a stop at Wal-Mart for Grandpa to get a few things and for us to get him something.

    Several years ago my Mom and Dad stopped through and got my Grandpa setup on a computer and we set him up on the Internet. Later my Father stepped in and  made repairs and upgrades and now he helps out my Grandpa with the computer. Well we noticed that he still had a 17″ CRT monitor. The big monitors that take up so much space and not a lot of screen space. We decided that a good birthday gift and thank you would be to upgrade his monitor. He now has a 22″ flat panel monitor. Everything is so much bigger and he has more desk space. He’s loving it.

    More visiting and stuff the next day and lunch with everyone and my Father and Step Mother who is feeling better. Then Father goes back to teach the night shift and I head over to speak to his class. I had to sign in and get a visitor card. When you sign in you have to put a reason for visit. I hope the read them. I put Shanghaied for my reason. I spoke to his class about real world IT work and they had some questions and I hope I was able to give them some information that will help them be better techs. 

    The next day was the head home day. We spent extra hours in the Oklahoma City airport, by choice. And we spent 4 extra hours in the Houston airport, not by choice. 

    What this vacation did for me was remind me of how it used to be no big deal to drive for a long time to get to something you wanted to see. It’s made the idea of going to places on the weekend that may take an hour or better to get to, not so overwhelming. It’s made me at least thing about being more willing to make those types of trips at home on the weekends. I may start to see more of the places near where I live now. There is adventure to be had at home if you look and are willing to take a little longer to get there. 

    Originally published at: suguayproductions.com/joomla which has been discontinued.


  • Mother Nature’s Mercy Only Lasts So Long

    Ah, summer. In Florida and the Southeast United States that generally means Hurricane Season. It starts here on June 1 and ends November 31. Most of you probably know that.

    This year has started odd and then mercifully quiet. We had a big rain system the end of May that had it occurred a couple of weeks later might have been the first named storm of the season. It was outside the time frame and not tropical enough so we got days and days of rain and flooding and no name for that system. And then hurricane season started. Nothing. June comes and goes with nary a whisp. July comes and goes with a hint but nothing. Then we get to August.

    August is usually when things really kick in. In August we have the anniversary of some of the most recent not to be forgotten storms. We had the 5 year anniversary of Charlie on the 13th and coming up on the 24th is the anniversary of Andrew. Yes, 1992 had a quiet start to the hurricane season. I can say that until then I didn’t really register hurricanes. Central Florida isn’t usually impacted by hurricanes but minimally. 

    Until that is 2004. That year had a slow start to the hurricane season and then Mother Nature let loose with a fury. First there was Charlie and then just as things seemed to be getting back to normal there was Frances, about two weeks later. We were finally cleaning up from both of them and giving thanks that Ivan decided to take a different route. It still didn’t miss us. It went to the Panhandle and knocked them to bits and came back around and socked us as a tropical storm or depression I’m not sure which. And the finally Jeanne ran up off the cost of Daytona Beach, did a loop-de-loop before she decided to come ashore right about where Frances did. There was a place in Polk county that the paths of all 3 of those hurricanes intersected.

    And that’s the historical or recent historical bit of Mother Nature’s seeming mercy only to see it wane in August. This year is yet another example. Here we are just a few days after the anniversary of Charlie and we have not 1 not 2, we have 3 systems in the tropics and once again, Florida looks like it is being targeted on all sides. Ana, Bill and Claudette. What a crew. 

    I’m still hoping for a quiet season here in Central Florida. I’d like to not have to exercise my hurricane plans and check all the batteries again. I’m just really not interested. And yet, Mother Nature will do what she will do.

    Cheers.

    Originally published at: suguayproductions.com/joomla which has been discontinued.


  • Finally…Entropia…Goodbye

    I have finally managed to extricate myself for the world of Entropia Universe or Planet Calypso as they have become.

    Yes, it took me long enough. It’s most amazing that when you set out to loose you often find you do just the opposite. It’s happened to me at least twice in recent memory.

    I noticed earlier this week when I launched Entropia that there was an announcement that Version 10 would be deployed on the 17th. It was/is to be a 4GB download and you can get it ahead of time using BitTorrent. Normally, they use FTP for download. It’s painful at best and 4GB is not going to make me happy. This was just the push I needed

    to play until I had little enough left that I wouldn’t feel like I was giving away money.

    It took me at least 4 evenings to spend the game money. I went hunting. I was hunting things that would use a lot of bullets. Problem was they were dropping loot that would fetch a decent return. I even his a HOF, a loot worth more than 50 PED. Then I would loot several items worth 5, 10, 15 PED in a single session. Then I remembered that there were mobs near by that don’t drop loot as often and don’t always drop valuable loot. So I started hunting on them.

    I finally got down to 10 PED worth of bullets and decided I was happy enough with that. On Friday I uninstalled Entropia from my computer. I feel great relief at this. I’ve discussed some of my frustrations with the game and the creator previously so I won’t rehash those here.

    Sometimes it’s just too hard to keep up with multiple games and you have to narrow your field so you can be most effective and advance at a reasonable pace in the ones you are playing.

    And thus, I have finally managed to leave the Entropia Universe and Planet Calypso. To all the citizens left I wish you best of luck and high hopes for version 10.

    See you in the machine.

    Originally published at: suguayproductions.com/joomla which has been discontinued.


  • Dog Loose, Officer Dispatched.

    I took vacation recently. It probably wasn’t what most people would do for their vacation though it was very reminiscent of the types of vacations we took when I was growing up. I live in Florida, for my vacation I went to New Mexico and Oklahoma. Yes, really.

    The New Mexico part of our trip found us based out of Albuquerque. Most of the barrels are gone from the freeways from when we lived there. The place has really grown. Though Old Town Albuquerque is much the same. People still selling their wares on the sidewalk. Shops with kitsch and t-shirts and some not. And a great restaurant. While in Old Town we met up with a guy from the San Domingo Pueblo and he gave my mother some help with information about her turquoise ring and as promised, after we looked at his jewelry, he pointed  towards a really good glass of iced tea and a really good meal at the Church Street Cafe. Oh, and bonus, Flamenco Guitar music played live. I’m a Flamenco Guitar fan. This was truly a bonus.

    The next day we decided to head down to White Sands. It’s only a 3 hour drive, if you don’t take the scenic route.

    Man am I glad I upgraded the rental car to the luxury model. We took the scenic route to get there. And while I joke it really was cool. We dis see a lot of open land like this.

    Lots and lots of it. It turns out that there are or were, depends on how you look at it, lava flows in New Mexico. You can be driving along and in the distance you start to see this dark patch that almost looks like a lake. It’s not. It’s solidified lava. Like along the road there. Or like this…

    As you can see we had to get out an have a look. 

    After we took pictures and looked at what were likely snake holes and then started hearing disturbing rustling, we got back in the car and continued on our way. We made a wrong turn. Ok, I did. I didn’t believe the GPS or Dad’s directions, it just looked odd. We got to see a really nice looking church though. And then on we went. We stopped some place and got drinks and Mom had to get this peanut candy thing that turned out to be too sweet to be eat. And a local paper. She decided to read the police blotter outloud to us. Why not, we can use the entertainment. Seems there was a recurring theme. Maybe you can guess what it was. We went through Tularosa, where I made some really funny turn arounds and arounds and stopped so Mom could take a picture of a cool gate and then at a store so she could get pictures of the ristas out front. It was her desire for those pictures that prompted the funny turns. Inside she got a rista and Mexican Vanilla.Yum. 

    We finally made it to White Sands around 5pm. Since we got there so late we went through the welcome center and the gift shop first. Money was spent and I learned something cool. Seems that what makes the sands there white is gypsum. This is the stuff in wall board and plaster of paris. It also turns out that White Sands is the world’s largest gypsum deposit and 40% of it is protected by the White Sands National Park and the other 60% is protected by Uncle Sam because it is within the bounds of the White Sands Missile Range. It was a really cool sight to see. I was glad we got there as late in the day as we did. With the sun reflecting off the white sand it was still very hot and it was bright. Talk about eye strain. After we had been there a while, and probably because I was driving, my eyes were really fatigued. Yes, the sand really is white.

     

    The trip back from White Sands had it’s own amusement. Dad drove, Mom rode in front with him. I tried to sleep. Not easy to do while he’s going 75 miles and hour trying to figure out the cruise control in the dark. And then there was the check point. We were so close to Mexico that they were stopping cars and checking for illegals. Mom started a count down with the clock and gps as to how long it was going to be to get back to the hotel. I slept finally.

    To be continued…

     

    Originally published at: suguayproductions.com/joomla which has been discontinued.


  • I suppose I should protest it.

    In these economic times I’ve been fortunate. I’ve taken a hit or two and yet nothing like so many out there have. And so today when I got a letter from one of the credit card companies that gave me an account that said they were closing my account because of inactivity I probably should have gotten indignant or something and called and protested. Really, after all it was my first major credit card and this means my FICO score will probably take a hit. And yet…

    I’ve already resigned myself to the idea that due to the current economic claims and a change in my living arrangements/status that my credit will be getting hit by a likely foreclosure here sometime in the next year. While this doesn’t make me happy it was/is an inevitability. Then credit card company probably should upset me. It doesn’t. I haven’t used the card in over 4 years. It was probably time.

    Keeping these two things in mind I guess I could panic and get all upset. It wouldn’t really do much good. I am in better shape than at least one of my neighbors. I work hard to at least maintain my job and a place to live. I meet my bills. I am very blessed and thankful every day. 

    So moving forward I have the options of, when things all work their way through, I can work really hard to rebuild my credit. Or I can decide to go back to just paying for things and move on. It means I will have to put off my wants and put my needs first. It means I won’t have as much room to be impulsive without a little planning first. It means that I don’t have to pay more for everything I purchased on credit. It means that when it comes down to it I will have the opportunity to have more cash each month and not be at the mercy of a credit card company who might decide to up my interest rate or change my due dates or any number or other things that they have the power to do. 

    No I have not had such extreme treatments. I have, along with many other people, had the interest rate on my primary card increased. I understand it even if I don’t like it. It wasn’t worth calling and getting worked up about. And no I probably won’t completely quit having a credit card. They are handy for some things, like renting a car. 

    I will strive to be more mindful of where I spend my money and hopefully that will lead to being more mindful of how I spend my time. And perhaps it will help me to do that little bit that I can to help keep the world from facing an economic mess even bigger than this somewhere in the future. 

    We forget that we have the power to make a difference just by doing. Or not doing, as the case may be. Sure I could protest. It will raise my blood presure and upset me for the evening and even if I could get the account reinstated it would likely be at the cost that I have to use the card. I think I have only one card with a higher interest rate. Who wants to protest that. Please I want you to charge me more for that item. Please here take more money for that $10 item. I’ll give you $10.50 for it instead. 

    No, I see no reason to protest. I will move forward in the world with the opportunity to live in a more responsible finanical manner and take solace in the thought that it is one less opportunity to get myself into more debt.

    Why protest a fortunate event.

    Cheers

    Originally published at: suguayproductions.com/joomla which has been discontinued.