Lockdown log, year two.
I am watching too much television. I just watched all three seasons of ST:TOS. I enjoyed it. As the saying goes, back when it was first broadcast all we had was a B&W tv so we never knew who was going to die. The colors in the remastered versions are great. Sure, there are a couple of weak epis, but I still have some favorites, such as "City on the Edge of Forever", which reminds me of a Joan Collins joke, but this is neither the time nor place.
Smooth segue into another story - I had a Panasonic vacuum cleaner. It broke. I fixed it. It broke again and I was unable to repair it. I bought another Panasonic. It lasted five years, then it broke. Repeatedly. Then I saw an ad for a used Bissell. I contacted the seller and today I drove out into the country to purchase it. For $25 it needn't last long to be a better deal than the last two.
Along the way I saw the fields greening up - alfalfa, I suppose, saw dozens, and that's not an exaggeration, of old log cabin tobacco drying barns. Some were returning to the earth, others are being maintained or even restored. Many were made in the 19th century out of heart pine, which is the heart wood of the long leaf pine tree which is nearly extinct. Tobacco is now an extinct crop around here. I also saw houses along the way, some for sale, some were very nice, but most were too close to the road to suit me.
Which leads me to my next segue - I started watching a horrible, trite, no good, poorly written, cliche-ridden crime procedural, no need to mention the name - that would describe 99% of that sort of show, and thanks to CL I know what to call my ability (affliction, bad habit?) to notice tree species and especially when said species are out of place. The crime fighters are called to the scene of some horrible terrible crime in Baltimore. Yes, the Baltimore in Maryland. The city I have been visiting since 1955. Our intrepid FBI (speaking of a bad joke) agents drive right past a number of palm trees on their way to the house, which is obviously in L.A. Nice. I can't be the only person to notice the fact of how out of place that tropical plant is in alleged Bawmer. It is just so wrong.
Because I needed to watch a cheerful show I watched "Cool Hand Luke" again. I liked it more this time than last, and while there is no need to discuss the plot problems or the memorable quotes, rather, based on the title of this post, I will focus on the trees. First thing I noticed was that the ones around the camp looked like eucalyptus trees. I would swear they were eucs. But they all had Spanish moss hanging on them, which kind of breaks up the profile changes the shape of the crown, and damnit, Spanish moss is the real deal. You shouldn't see that on a euc.
Once again, Hollywood magic got me - it was filmed in the San Joaquin valley, the trees were all California trees, and the moss was brought in and hung on the indigenous trees just to fool me. How about that! It worked, up to a point. And just so we are clear, those eucalypts are not native to CA, but that's a story for another day.
I laid out a new track in my backyard, slightly longer than the old one, and tonight I ran 10 laps with my RunKeeper going, and it turns out my new track is .075 miles long, which is helpful for calculating how far I run.
I also went for a walk today, the cherry trees are blooming:
And, because this post has dragged on and on, time for a bit of levity:
Wombo to the rescue.