An Internet wormhole is a search into a topic that continues and continues and continues because you never reach the end or find a definitive answer.

They are easy to do and hard to stop… It’s like going down a circular ladder that never ends…

From Guff.com (a very fun place to start your wormhole…)

Going down an Internet wormhole is utterly addictive. While you’re falling through it, you know you really shouldn’t be going so deep. You know you should just stop. And you can actually make yourself stop. Really all you have to do is stand up and walk away from your computer. But you can’t stop. And you won’t stop. That freefalling into the abyss that is known as the Internet is too intoxicating. So you plunge further, not knowing where you’ll end up and, frankly, not giving a damn.

I’m prone to falling into Internet wormholes, especially at night while ‘watching’ television. Really I’m just listening to TV while I surf.

Ever get caught in a wiki-wormhole?

wiki-wormhole

When an insignificant curiosity starts on Wikipedia and becomes an involved series of following links within wiki pages to other pages, until you can no longer remember where you even began. Hence, the wiki-wormhole effect. From Urban Dictionary

Last night I got into a wormhole about fascism.

There’s a big brew-ha-ha going on here in the Boise area about the homeless.

Five days ago the mayor implemented action to disband Cooper Court–a tent city located near downtown Boise that was home to about 135 residents.

The city decided to close it down, among other reasons, because of the health and safety concerns.

There are multiple shelters around the area that had vacancies, but many of Cooper Court’s residents declined to stay at either the shelters or the temporary shelter set up specifically for the move.

There is obviously a lot of animosity from the homeless towards the mayor. And at a city council meeting a few days after the tent city shut down, protesters tried to take over the meeting.

The protesters included both the homeless and some of their advocates. They yelled at the mayor and prevented the meeting from continuing.

The agenda did not include anything about Cooper Court, and the protesters were told that they would have to wait until a specially convened meeting the next day to voice their opinions and concerns.

At the special meeting, everyone in attendance was given two minutes to speak. And that proceeded as planned, but when the mayor tried to speak many in the audience chanted, “Do something now!” and prevented him from speaking so the meeting was shut down.

But here’s the deal… The actions by the homeless and some of their advocates backfired.

Several RV parks in the area had said that they would house former Cooper Court residents for three months.

But after the unruly protests, the parks rescinded their invitations.

So the immediate purpose of the protests, to find a place to stay, backfired.

There’s no easy answer and no right answer…

Since we moved back to the Boise area, Rich has lost some things and I have found some things.

And the weird thing is that those ‘things’ are the same thing.

Confused?

Me, too!

Even though I know what those things are, I’m confused as to how I keep finding them

What are those things?

POUNDS! Lots of them!

Rich has lost weight, and I have gained weight.

We’re not sure how much weight Rich has lost because he can’t step on the scale until he can put weight on his broken leg after he gets the go ahead from his doctor on January 11.

I, on the other hand, can step on the scale and it’s been a very depressing thing to do lately.

Things have been a bit stressful, and we react to that stress in totally opposite ways. Rich doesn’t eat, and I overeat.

We’re starting to look like Jack Sprat and his wife.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.

Lately, I’m the only one licking the platter clean.

And I’ve got to knock it off. 🙂

Last Sunday I got invited to ‘church’with some friends.

No, not this kind of church…

But PICKLEBALL CHURCH! 🙂

One of my pickleball buddies, Gaylan, is the shop manager for an equipment repair shop. The shop is huge and deals mainly with over-sized farm equipment.

Gaylan (on the right in the picture below) is an excellent PB player and aside from the fact that he’s an excellent athlete, the reason he’s excellent is that he’s a student of the game. And he’s as addicted to PB as I am.

Gaylan sets up for indoor pickleball play each Sunday during the cold winter months.

Because it’s each and every Sunday morning, it feels like going to church… 🙂

Gaylan cleans the floor with an industrial floor cleaning machine so that there’s nothing to interfere with the ball.

He puts up three nets to stop the ball from travelling far and wide. They are hard to see in this picture, but, trust me, they are there. They are each about 60′ x 50′ and they are hung on cable.

And the cool thing is that he’s devised a special winch to retract the cable after church is over.

We played for almost four hours, taking turns with each game after game after game.

All of the players are very good, so the play was intense and highly skilled.

At the risk of being irreverent, it was a great church experience. 🙂

It’s really cold here. Really, really cold!

I took Sophie for two very, very short walks today, and I wished I would have talked with Melissa BEFORE I had gone on those walks.

The wind chill this afternoon was 7 degrees. Yep, a whopping SEVEN!

Melissa had made a commitment to walk Olive, her Schnauzer, for at least a mile every day after work.

But as she was walking late this afternoon she decided that from now on the ‘feels like’ temperature has to have at least two digits in order to talk Olive for a walk.

While the dogs might not mind the cold, their walkers do!

So if the wind child is nine or below, no walking.

Sounds like very good advice to me!

Thanks, Misslissa!