I Love Wireless
I am now sitting on my back deck. (And yes, yes I DO have a big deck).
I am working on a forum to add to this site, laptop in lap, where it rarely is, a jug of iced lemonade next to me, as well as an evening mug of Darjeeling tea, and I am thinking of opening a bottle of Ommegang Three Philosophers, a quadruple bock.
It is 79 degrees, low humidity, the slightest of breezes wafting by now and then, and I am in the shade of the trees that surround me. No one is running power tools; traffic is so light on I-287, about a mile away, that I can barely hear a quiet hum from it. The birds are active and vocal; my tenants scurry by every now and then and stop to stare at me. (Chipmunks are cute, but not very talkative). There is a pair of woodpeckers nesting nearby and often one scrambles around a tree close enough that I can watch it hunt for grubs by slamming it head against the bark. Something I find strangely entertaining.
A young deer, still in fawn spots, just crashed down the hill through the trees and stopped in horror at the sight of a human staring back at it. I shooed it back to mom. Someone just learned to look before they leap, literally.
The birds are chattering away so nicely I have not bothered to crank up some tunes, as I often do when working on the PC. (Current fave: Rob Costlow). The accompanying chirps, twitters and flutters, along with the occasional thwock-thwock-thwock from the woodpeckers are enough.
You know, sometimes New Jersey is not so bad, if you can forget the politics.
Crap. I shouldn’t have said that.