Snapshots: Beneath These Western Skies

I had as sad coffee situation this week, since I use a French press to make my coffee and I broke the glass insert while I was washing it.

Boo.

I ordered another, but while I was waiting for it, I had this rather elaborate set-up with a jar, a funnel, a strainer, and a coffee filter.

Way too much to keep track of first thing in the morning.

Thankfully, my replacement glass thing arrived on Friday, so I only had to do all of that for a few mornings.

Speaking of things that work again . . .

My shiny new Honda has not only a working radio--the old Honda had no stereo component that still worked at all--but a functioning CD player.

I realize CDs are hopelessly outdated and everyone uses their phones or something now. I still have a lot of CDs, though, and haven't had anywhere to play them since the CD player in the van stopped working five years ago*.

But now I have a CD player, which is really, really nice on the very long drives I often have to take.

One of the CDs I've been listening to is Chris LeDoux's greatest hits. The last song on it--and my favorite--is "Western Skies."

I always appreciate the appropriateness of this song, as this is usually what I'm looking at as I drive:

Western skies, indeed.

This week's big entertainment was a rather elaborate ship game that included a sail with the name of the ship painted on it.

It's hard to see the name if the wind isn't right. It's The Dying Falcon.

I had to ask why they went with The Dying Falcon. Because there have been too many Flying ones, apparently. I guess that was in reference to The Flying Dutchmen? Who knows.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.

* Well, it technically still works, it's just that one CD has been stuck in it all this time. Given our location, that means that our options for the last five years have been either the one radio station that comes in sometimes, or Billy Joel. That's a lot of repetitions of "We Didn't Start the Fire."