Hot Sh-t!

Was reading bio of Art Rouse, publisher of Trailer Life & Motorhome mags. There's a pic of a prototype self-contained toilet called -- no kidding -- "The Destroilet" -- which attempted to dispose of sewage by incinerating with propane flames!

Whoa! Better know which is the "flush" button!

I'm baaaaccckkkkkkk!!!

Apropos of nothing: Our electic bill at the rink went up 40% compared to last year, so I called the power company to determine the problem: bad meter, old applicance, etc.

She cheerfully told me it was because of two things: additional kw usage ( I get that -- it's been hot and business has been better this year than last) and the large rise in kw hour cost due to increased demand! It happens every summer, she said, but is already starting to come down now.

So I got to thinking: as I sit swinging on the island, my mind, if not my body, is still in motion. Sometimes I think it would be cool if we opened an ice cream stand on the island. It would be a destination for boaters, and just a cute idea. (But then I come to my senses: nah, it would end up too much like another job)

Still, if I were an ice cream vendor, and we had a really hot summer, I'd sell 40% more ice cream and be thrilled with the increase in sales & profit. But I wouldn't raise my prices 40% and then sell more ice cream! The customers would revolt and get their ice cream elsewhere.

Problem is, we don't have another power vendor to go to.

Good Night and Good Luck

OK, so with weeks going by and no new posts, it occurs to me that it's because sitting on an island watching grass grow is about as exciting as, well, watching paint dry. (Sorry for the mixed metaphors.) All in all, nothing really happening. Well, it's happening, but in sloooowwww-mo. So I'll say "bye" for now on this subject. Really want to do the landlord blog some time soon...