
Andy hinted that it was time to feed the kitty.

As grim as it looks, it smells pretty good.

Well, maybe he wanted something else

My car’s message center indicated there was tire leakage. My air compressor works when I turn the car on.

Turned out the tires all were a little low. I took care of it. Apparently I have no puncture to take care of. That’s good news!

My car was filthy so I headed out to the car wash to run it through the wash.

That little VW Golf SportWagen icon on my message center “drives” from left to right as the gasoline level in the tank drops. I had this car seven-ish years before I noticed that! I think the VW programmers had too much spare time on their hands.

I took a little road trip to help dry my car off. Going north out of Alliance on US 385, it is very flat farmland…

…so this time of year – harvest time – one is bound to get behind sugar beet trucks and machinery like this corn harvester. Thanks to lots of traffic coming toward me, I got to drive 21 mph/ 34 kph till the traffic thinned out enough for me to pass this thing.

Up by the 16 mile corner, there’s this long row of rural mail boxes…

…and, on the opposite side of the road, this Historical Marker.
I live in Box Butte County, named after about the only sort of prominent topographical feature, Box Butte. The main street in town is Box Butte Avenue.

South of Alliance, on the intersection of Potash Avenue and Kansas Street, there are these two bits of landowner steel whimsy.


I returned home to enjoy my meal and to end my very busy morning.

Andy finally showed up for a last kitty photo.

He’s barely awake now, but not too tired to pose while taking a moment to straighten out his “floof.”
Oh! And I took out a dolly full of trash to the dumpster before I aired my tires up. How could I leave that out? Such a busy day!

















