The plan for today was to stay home, troubleshoot the Arlo camera app, watch too much Lone Ranger and watch the Big Parade in DC. Turns out the parade was over before I got out of bed. I watched on YouTube, but they didn't show the tanks, and what they did show was pretty lame compared to the 4th of July parades we have around here.
I watched one storm chaser for a couple of hours, until his chat session got taken over by two moderators on a power trip. Instead of chatting they were having emoji contests, dozens of them which essentially wiped out any chance of having a conversation. So I went to TWC and watched their coverage, which included a clip attributed to that chaser group, but the name of the chaser wasn't on the group's list. TWC guessed wrong.
Turns out while I was watching 4 episodes of the Lone Ranger, the chaser I was watching actually did come across a large tornado near a town called Chugwater. In Wyoming. He had driven about 300 miles from Buffalo Gap, SD to get there. The clip he shared was of an impressive tornado, but it was pretty far away and the bottom of the funnel was obscured by a hill in the way. No way to tell if it actually touched ground.
For lunch I made a small salad and microwaved a thai coconut chicken meal.
Spent some time on the porch enjoying the nice weather. With the help of Arlo's support pages I was able to fix the issue of the front camera reporting every passing car or pedestrian. But before I fixed it, it recorded my neighbor Lee carrying off the big table on my property between my house and her carport. She had asked to put it there more than a year ago, along with 4 plastic chairs, mostly because she had no place to put them and figured we could both hang out there with friends. Last week she said she was going to reclaim them. The table is bigger than she is, but it's light plastic so she didn't have trouble carrying it. She didn't take the chairs yet.
After fixing the camera settings, it will now only alert me if something is happening on the front steps.
Dinner was a production - the remaining 5 spare ribs in Bulgogi marinade. I placed them in the baking pan this time, sliced an onion and placed the slices on top and poured a little marinade on. Same recipe, bake at 450 for 15, flip and bake for 7 more. I thought about dessert but was too full.
Searched for the 4th of July fireworks on Tivo, and instead of it finding the ones in DC it found the Boston Pops. Queen Latifa was up singing California Dreamin' which struck me as odd for a concert in Boston, and she said as much after the song. I miss Arthur Fiedler. The new conductor conducts like he's on quaaludes. The broadcast was on the Bloomberg channel, and it was sponsored by the Harvard Business School. There were two woman MCs, so the conductor didn't have to show if he had a personality. They had quite a diverse array of talent, but Arlo Guthrie won it for me by starting with The Times They Are A-Changing, and later The City of New Orleans (which reminded me how very American that song is), and finally leading the whole cast in his daddy's classic This Land Is Your Land. The 1812 Overture featured a quartet of real US Army canons, staffed by real US Army soldiers in camo. Of course the Pops ended with Stars & Stripes Forever, but it always sounds lame when done by an orchestra instead of a brass band. And then they played canned music for 45 minutes of un-interrupted fireworks. It was a very impressive display.
Wandered back to the PC, ordered a pair of open toe slippers to replace my old Birkenstocks, which have begun to dig holes in the tops of my feet. And the cork is falling apart.
By then Trump's speech was online, I watched it all. He did okay. He did not say a word about himself. The speech was a history lesson, and stuck to a theme of how America has always been an innovator, and he made it clear that civil rights, women's suffrage and medical advances were a part of that. The theme of the day was the military, and for each branch of the service he started with its beginnings, pointed out major achievements, and there was a flyby of each one's aircraft while he was talking about them. He saved the Blue Angels for last. He is not a very good public speaker, but this time he stuck to the script, which was brilliantly written. It had rained earlier, and the bulletproof glass between him and the half a million unwashed was streaked with raindrops - someone really should have found a squeegee before the Prez came on.
And then this popped up on the Facebook Filker page, a very cute astrophysicist and Queen fan reviewing Brian May's doctoral thesis. https://youtu.be/noT8kkdl8hE
Once again there was a professional fireworks display somewhere that didn't make sense on the map. A mile or so past the other side of the mobile home park. But there's nowhere out there to stage a fireworks display. Meanwhile the neighborhood behind me was exploding cherry bombs and other single loud noise makers. Spook slept through it for the most part. When it got bad enough to make the dogs next door bark, she sat on the sill by that window and watched the dogs being scared. I finally opened the front door, and she stayed in front of it until all the loud noises were done. She was the opposite of scared.
Plans for tomorrow:
Go out somewhere. Maybe 7 Seas park.
Not expecting any recruiter contacts or deliveries.
There may be midwest weather to watch.