Now there’s a number plate and stickers to get your car trashed.
Lazy start again. Have to stay in all morning waiting for the plumber to come and fix the hot water heater. Like all plumbers the World over he let us down and we have to chase him up. Finally arrives at 13:00.
Wendy and I went a walk in the snow up to Campos coffee and back.There’s something quite magical and mesmerising about walking in the snow.
Quite nice to have a hot shower and not have to rely upon a chlorine dip in the jacuzzi – makes you appreciate how these chlorine washed chicken must feel.
Passed on the quiz and had a quiet night in. Question time programme help raise my blood pressure. BREXIT is such joke.
If anyone still believes in REMAIN then they should have their eyelids glued open and be forced to watch this on BBC:
How many men does it take to fix a tap?
Wendy goes to the CC whilst I pick up Helen and go ten pin bowling. What a 4 year old beats us. Good job we go with the losers credo, “It’s only a game”.
Afternoon I have a good two hours at Pickleball. Really like this game. Then it back home for a quick change before Helen and George pick us up for TGIF. It’s up at Deer Valley. Wow they’ve had some snow up there as we drive through 7 foot drifts.
The house is amazing, complete with a temperature controlled wine room and ski in and out. Must have been in the $20,000,000 bracket and I overheard the owner saying they only get to stay there 35 days a year. Serious money.
View from Huber trail.
Drive down to Kimble to buy some shorts. Mine stink.
Afternoon I go to the gym – no excuses. Their lateral exerciser is awesome although very tiring. Manage to survive 10 minutes. Great skiing exercise – hang on I’m not skiing this year.
Netflix night in and book our Japanese shore excursions. They’re going to cost a fortune – great way to fritter away our kids inheritance and hopefully a great way to experience Japan.
Carol striding out.
I have a Pickleball lesson at 10:00. This low bent knees ready for action position sure is good exercise on your hips. Too many women playing. They spend most of their time at the net gossiping and arguing the toss. Just play, it’s only a game. Learn so many new things. Too many really, it’s all about remembering them. Key thing seems to be practice against the wall.
Meanwhile Wendy has gone shopping and is having her nails done.
Home for a quick shower and turnaround.
Meet Hal, Carol and Angela at Wassatch state park for a snowshoe up Epperson and then down to the Huber farm and back. A pleasant 3 mile workout in sunny weather. Thankfully it’s 10 degrees warmer down at Wassatch.
Duck with built in ear mufflers.
Then it a coffee at an eclectic coffee shop in Midway. Followed by dinner at Mercantile. Food is the best I’ve had since we’ve been here, sorry have to modify that or Wendy will divorce me. Best I’ve had at a restaurant since we’ve been here. Would definitely go again.
Back home for a Netflix evening. Nearly finished The Last Kingdom.
Stroll to Campos coffee.
Lazy morning then Wendy and I take a 5 mile stroll, along the rail trail, up to PCMR base for a lovely Campos coffee. Their Superior blend espresso is unbelievably sweet and rich. Mind you it’s not cheap. Then take a stroll back. Overall a good workout.
Afternoon is Pickleball for me. A great 2 hour workout.
Evening is spent booking the rest of our shore excursions on the Japanese cruise. Certainly not cheap, but a once in a lifetime opportunity to fritter away our kids inheritance.
Wendy goes off for brunch with her “Girlfriends” from the CC whilst I exercise 2nd Amendment rights at the gun club. Try a Smith & Weston .22. Ammo is a third of the price of 9mm. There’s no kickback, just like firing my Sig Saeur P320 air pistol. Great little target practice with a 1911 style automatic.
After dinner we both do a 3 mile stroll down the rail trail and then pick Angela up from school. Angela’s gob smacked that she has to walk back to our house – wot no car! Her school has an amazing amount of Apple Macs and MacBooks. Angela teaches me American.
Helen and George come round for dinner and drinks. George has a black eye and is missing a tooth from a ski crash where two of them collided. No one was at fault just one of those both on the same trajectory accident. I think the other guy was really a snowboarder just on skis for a day. A real mess but lucky it wasn’t so much worse.
No jokes today other than the loons in parliament.
Another step in the great BREXIT betrayal.
Wendy is off to the CC. Whilst I take a walk up to PCMR base to get some of that awesome Campos Superior blend coffee. Pop into Cole sports to see if they have the Eider jacket in the blowout sale. Yes they do and it’s reduced to half price. As my Mum would have said “you were meant to have it”.
Lunchtime I sin and watch the loons in parliament flush us further down the toilet.
Afternoon is Pickleball. Great opportunity to take out my frustration on the loons.
It’s a real treat for tea tonight, I get a Chimichanga’s from Chubascos secret menu. Have a pleasant chat with the Ukrainian girl who serves me.
Evening is a quiet night in with Wendy ranting on about BREXIT. Never known her get so engaged in politics, she’s even signed up to the BREXIT party site.
The Great BREXIT Betrayal is so bad even religion gets a pass this week.
And so it goes on:
Lazy start again.
We both do a 2.5 mile Yak Trak down the rail trail. It’s such hard going in the snow, exhausting. Would have been so much easier with snowshoes on.
We’ve only gone a 100 yards down the rail trail when a big naked backside squatting over her snowshoes greet us, as this old woman pees on the middle of the trail. Didn’t even have the courtesy to pee off the trail. Reinforces that wise old adage – never eat yellow snow. Wouldn’t have been so bad if she been some fit eye candy, but alas more of a blobby. Anyway we wished her a hearty “GOOD MORNING” in our best British accent. I suppose we should have added “cold out today isn’t it”.
After lunch Wendy goes with Barbara to her first Knit and Stitch meeting with PCMSC. A gaggle of women knitting, knattering and komplaining. I pop down to the gym. Get in some pickleball practice serves and then tackle the gym. That elliptical machine is real hard work – so it must be doing me good.
Hang on what’s this for tea. I know I agreed to a salmon stir fry but nobody mentioned all these vegetables, including the dreaded brussel sprouts – it’s not Sunday! Next time I’ll go for bread and water or starve.
Quiet night in. 2nd day without alcohol. Need it to cope with Wendy ranting on about “The Great British BREXIT Sellout”.
Says it all and now they’ve voted for a delay to BREXIT. Let’s pray the EU refuses and we go out on a NO DEAL.
Wendy is still ranting and raving over the great BREXIT treachery. You think my rants are bad, they’re not a patch on Wendy’s vitriol. Why she’s even signed up for the BREXIT party. She’s even talking about marching, yellow jackets and all. Thankfully some peace and calm is restored when she goes to the CC whilst I go ten pin bowling.
Afternoon is a marathon pickleball session. I get there early to get some serve practice in but then there’s only a few of us so no chance to sit out and rest.
Pick Helen and George up and go to TGIF a the Jeremy Ranch golf club. Not one of our favourite locations and certainly one to avoid their bar food. Last time we were here we eat in the restaurant upstairs with about 20 others – members and guests only. Can you believe that apparently they complained that there were too many. How enterprising of them.
Go out for dinner to Loco Lizard. Must be over 6 years since we’ve been there. Food and service was good.
Knife crime takes a catastrophic increase as 17.4 million voters are stabbed in the back by the treacherous loons in the big chattering house. Fear not we’ll have our retribution. Remember Guy Fawkes, the last honest man in the House of Parliament.
For those who can’t understand the BREXIT fiasco this may help explain why we’re being stabbed in the back by the loons in the big chattering house:
Then we both catch the free bus up to Deer Valley for coffee / lunch followed by a walk in the snow to Campos coffee at Park City mountain base. At least this time they have some stock in so I buy an expensive bag of their Superior roast. Wendy catches the bus home whilst I grab some more exercise and walk.
Then at 16:00 it’s the CC Volunteers appreciation party. I escort Wendy there, but sit it out playing on my phone. It’s nearly all women and at the end of the day I’m not going to freeload as I’m not a volunteer.
Wendy at volunteer appreciation party.
Then we’re off to the 17:00 quiz down at the Legends bar with B&M. As usual we’re pretty hopeless. Mainly modern media questions and music. I’d not even heard of the people mentioned. By half time we’re coming last.
Set off for dinner at the Double Tree hotel. Menu’s not that enticing but the burgers good. Given the size of the hotel surprising to see we’re the only 4 in there. Rest of the evening is a quiet night watching, ranting and raving over Question Time and then we both manage to fall asleep over the Last Kingdom.
Brexit morons – more from Pat Condell.
What a pity him, Nigel Farage and Jacob Rees Mogg don’t run our country.
The ISIS bride saga. Thank the FSM that common sense has prevailed and she’s been stripped of her UK citizenship. No doubt some greedy civil rights lawyer and a group of snowflakes will want to waste public money on legal aid appealing this.
Awesome snow outside our condo.
I’m off down to bowling with the geriatrics, AKA The Newcomers. My score seems to be gradually improving but far from stunning. It’s a typical rowdy, cheering, high fiving and clapping bowling session. If I ever go bowling in England and behave like this I’m sure I’ll be tossed out on my ear.
Then it’s coffee at Starbucks followed by a couple of hours pickle ball along with the other geriatrics. A few of the women are bossy USA matriarchs. Best avoided. No fun. Think they know it all. Best keeping your own council and look to team up with people who laugh and smile a lot. They need to remember the losers creedo, “It’s Only A Game”.
Call at Chubasco for my first Carnitas Burrito take away. It’s awesome. Turns out they do Chimichangoes, just too dam lazy and inefficient to put it on their menus – more lost opportunity.
Evening in again falling asleep over “Last Kingdom”.
Should’ve raised chickens instead of kids, they’re cheaper and you can eat them.
Bear in mind that the average cost of raising a child to the age of 21 in UK is £231,843. On that basis I think each of my kids still owes me about £231,644, and that’s without interest charges.
Left or liberal? What’s the difference?
Just a stroll in the snow.
Lazy start. Then we drive down to Kimble, park the car at the supermarket and have a walk to the Levi Outlet store and back. Unfortunately I could do with a new pair of jeans. What a nightmare it is, too many choices and most of those I finally decide I like don’t have my size in stock – now there’s a surprise. Finally find a pair I like, they’re not hanging below my crutch and best of all have button up flies. Sadly they don’t pull up to my chin, but guess you can’t have everything.
Walk back up the hill for more exercise, fun while it’s snowing, so much better than walking in the rain.
Me being a nerd.
Then back home to do battle with iMovie. It keeps crashing, yet more crap software probably written by a spotty 10 year old dyslexic who can’t tie his own shoelaces.
Then it’s off to M&B for dinner, along with George and Helen – Pappa Murphy pizza – awesome.
Nigel Farage’s seminal speech in EU parliament helps to understand BREXIT;
Over 30 Nigerian Christians were killed in a brutal early morning attack by radical Islamic Fulani herdsmen, who have been systematically targeting believers living on lands the extremists claim to be their territory.
Hardly a mention in the news of all these daily ongoing Christian’s slaughtered daily by members of the religion of pieces and permanent offence.
All due credit to the Guardian they do mention it, but like all witless PC snowflakes they forget to mention the word Muslim or Islam – obviously don’t want to be considered Islamaphobic or offend anybodys sensibilities.
When will we wake up to the realities of islam. We really do need a first amendment.
Angela’s tenth birthday.
It’s my first 2 hour Pickleball lesson in the morning.
Lunch time we’re off to Hal and Carol’s for Angela’s 10th birthday. I think we’ve been to her every birthday since she was two. Have Quesadillas for lunch and take a birthday cake. Wendy’s going to add these to her repertoire.
Then more Netflix in the evening.
Our great friend Hal – AKA Ori Noko – has lost his voice.
Lazy start for both of us. Wendy drives down to B&M to do yet more shopping with Marilyn. What do they find to buy.
I leave about an hour later and walk down to B&M to pick the car up. It’s a 4 mile, 90 minute walk, in snow. Should have put my yak tracks on, by the time I get there I’m exhausted. Walking in snow is as exhausting as walking in sand.
Drive down to Kimble for a Starbucks and then off to Pickleball
Is it a cat or a sheep? Angela’s cat munching on some foliage.
After an hours Pickleball I’ve had enough.
Arrive home knackered. I’m pretty sure it was having to go to the supermarket for some drinks thats exhausted me.
Quiet night in.
Finished all my nerdy IT projects so need a new project.
The Israeli Palestinian Conflict: 10 Myths Preventing Peace
Book our car for summer with Hertz. You really have to watch them and understand how their “rip you off algorithms” work. Online price ranges from £5,600 to £3,300. So you can save £2,300 just by juggling rental periods. You can then save a further £400 by speaking to those lovely ladies in their Dublin call centre – somehow the males never seem to do as good a deal.
Sad really, you’d think it would just be easy to do a single 87 day rental (bulk buying discount) rather than have to juggle rental periods to optimise the price. It’s this syndrome I have where I keep thinking I’m a CUSTOMER and I’m important to them. But don’t worry it’s not dangerous or contagious, it just brings out the rants in me.
Wendy on La De Dah.
After a lazy start we both set off for a snowshoe on La de dah. It’s all up hill going out and then of course all downhill coming back. Sunny day with awesome views and a great workout. As Bob would say “I wonder what the poor people are doing?” How lucky can we be.
My stroll down the snow tunnels.
Wendy went for lunch with her “girlfriend”, Sylvia, while I went shooting. Had my favourite 1911 Springfield. Feels like a proper gun. Tried a 9mm version of the sig safer 320 the other days. Similar to my air pistol at home. It was a nightmare. Black sights make it difficult to aim but worst of all was all the cartiridges shooting out into my face. Thankfully I had glasses on.
In the evening we have friends round for drinks. Great end to another awesome day.
Forecast is for another 20″ of snow over the next few days – we live in hope. Looks like I’ll have to defer getting my bike out until this storm passes.
“Nation states must today be prepared to give up their sovereignty”, according to German Chancellor Angela Merkel, who told an audience in Berlin that sovereign nation states must not listen to the will of their citizens when it comes to questions of immigration, borders, or even sovereignty.
Her words echo recent comments by the deeply unpopular French President Emmanuel Macron who stated in a Remembrance Day speech that “patriotism is the exact opposite of nationalism [because] nationalism is treason.”
Awesome views fro La De Dah. How lucky can we be.
Lazy start to the day as usual. Desperately seeking a new nerdy project to keep me out of trouble and maintain the levels of anger and frustration with software – once a nerd, always a nerd. People, especially Wendy, struggles to understand why I enjoy programming so much as I’m constantly battling with it. The psychologist’s have an explanation for it. Like a gambling addiction, it’s the random rewards when you crack a problem and get it working. In my mind it’s a better way of keeping your mind active than crosswords or Sudoko.
My stroll down the snow tunnels.
Wendy sets off for the CC while I set off for the gym and Pickleball. Get all the way down there and realise I’ve forgotten my trainers – just one of the many benefits of being a geriatric, but so much better than the alternative – so have to drive all the way back. No time for the gym – any excuse. Couple of hours Pickleball, but really need to work on my serve – so many times it’s illegal.
Hot waters packed up. Albert comes round and diagnoses the problem as a faulty thermocouple. Arranges a plumber to pick up the part and come round tomorrow morning to fix it – we live in hope, as I’m sure plumbers are the same unreliable cowboys the World over.
I have a jacuzzi instead of a shower. If chlorine washing is good enough for chickens, then it’ll do for me.
B&M and grandson come round for dinner and drinks.
Interesting, if somewhat lengthy piece on the religion of pieces and permanent offence. Not sure who wrote it, but just about sums up the issue with Islam.
“Radicalism is not representative of all Muslims, but illiberal ideals, violence and extremism are representative of Islam and, unfortunately, many Muslims do condone such things.
Apostasy—the act of leaving one’s religious faith—for instance, is punishable by death, according to the Quran. Verses 4:89, 9:11-12, 2:217, 9:73-74, 88:21, 5:54, 9:66 call for Muslims to kill those who leave the faith (and there are many more from the Hadith).
This crime is punishable by death in Afghanistan, Brunei, Mauritania, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Sudan and the United Arab Emirates, according to the Library of Congress.
According to a poll done by Pew Research Center in 2013, which asked Muslims of various countries (such as Albania, Russia, Bosnia, Kyrgyzstan, Turkey, Malaysia, Indonesia, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Palestine, Egypt, Jordan and others) about the penalty for apostasy, a large number of them supported the death penalty. In Egypt, 86 percent supported killing apostates.
In the same poll, 89 percent of Pakistani Muslims supported stoning as the penalty for adultery and 88 percent favor penalties such as “whippings or cutting off the hands” for crimes like theft.
According to The Week, in Saudi Arabia (ironically, the head of the United Nations Human Rights Council), women cannot go anywhere without a chaperone, drive a car, “wear clothes or make-up that show off their beauty,” interact with men they’re not related to and many other oddities.
Crimes that are punishable by death in Saudi Arabia (often by public beheading or stoning), according to Vocativ, include adultery, “consensual gay sex with an adult,” robbery, drug distribution and possession, apostasy, consumption of intoxicants, sorcery and witchcraft. You can also be executed for being gay and being an atheist, according to The Washington Post.
That being said, it is evidently clear that immoral and violent practices are not simply those of fanatic and extremist Muslims, but also those of many so-called moderates.
Now, I’m not claiming that all Muslims support laws and penalties like the above, but a shocking number do and it’s time to stop sugar-coating the issue—as many liberals in this country do—and denounce the arcane and depraved laws and practices of a bygone era. It’s time to admit that Islamic violence is not only practiced but also encouraged by large numbers of Muslims. It’s time to admit that Islam is not a religion of peace.
I am not calling for people to hate Muslims, nor am I calling for violence against them. I do not support any sort of bigotry or intolerance towards the Muslim community, but we need to stop ignoring the reality that Islam is no better than Christianity was during the Inquisition.
Even when considering Muslims in non-Muslim countries (many of them democracies), the statistics might be surprising.
A Populous Poll from 2006 showed that 12 percent of Muslims in Britain believe that suicide attacks against civilians in Britain can be justified and 1 in 4 support suicide attacks against British troops.
In 2007, the Pew Research Center conducted a poll which found that 26 percent of younger Muslims in America believe suicide bombings are justified. 42 percent in France.
With these figures it’s hard to settle for the common quip of “Islam is peaceful.”
Looking at just the United States, which has an estimated Muslim population of five to 12 million according to Frontline, that’s still over a million Muslims (even taken from 26 percent of the lower estimate of five million) who statistically believe suicide bombings are justified. Granted, this number is taken from the 2007 percentages and I’m highly skeptical of such a high number, but it’s still quite telling.
Now, I have never met a Muslim who has judged me or who seemed radical. My intention is not to smear the average Muslim who believes in peace and kindness and all the good teachings and lessons found in the Quran. Verse 5:89 of the Quran, for instance, tells Muslims to feed and clothe the needy, 7:199 says to be kind and forgiving toward one another, 42:42 states that it is wrong to oppress people.
However, I do want to bring to light the hypocrisy of calling the religion itself nonviolent, when so many Muslim nations and Muslims themselves support such radical violence.
We have to stop demonizing anyone who questions Islam and talk about it frankly. I think having this discussion would be incredibly enlightening. And we must stop referring to criticism of Islam as “racism.” Islam is a religion practiced by many people across the globe, over a billion in fact, and it is not the sole property of one single ethnicity. I criticize Islam, just as I criticize Christianity.
Sam Harris once said, “Holding Islam up to scrutiny, rationally and ethically, must not be confused with anti-Muslim bigotry. Cries of ‘Islamophobia,’ which have become ubiquitous on college campuses and in much of the liberal press, have been used to silence legitimate criticism. In an open society, no idea can be above scrutiny, just as no people should be beneath dignity.”
To say that Islam is a religion of peace is just simply not true. And Muslims who believe in democracy, human rights and nonviolence need to figure out how to spread their progressive beliefs, rather than perpetuate those of a violent Stone Age.”