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cross posted on shipwatcha604.com

Keeping up with huggers in the condo is a chore, so I figured I would solve it once and for all by purchasing two dozen and distributing around the condo and boat. A place called Kustom Koozies let me buy customized ones in small quantities and they wound up charging about $3.50 each for some high quality huggers. If I had understood the art charge correctly, I would have gotten 48 and lowered the cost to $1.75 each.

Kustom Koozie

In his native environment

Afterwards, I got this nice letter from them:


THANK YOU FOR TAKING CARE OF OUR KOOZIES.

Dear Bruce Corkern,

We sure miss our koozies, but know that they are in great hands. We hope you are enjoying them and are using them as they should be.

Care and use instructions:

  • Remove from safe/lockbox or display Case
  • Insert beverage of choice
  • Enjoy cool drink
  • Repeat
  • Return to above mentioned safe location
  • Enjoy for many years

It was our pleasure to be of service to you. Our goal is to consistently exceed your expectations at every opportunity.

If they need more friends for another occasion, please feel free to call on us. We would love to help. www.kustomkoozies.com

Please send pictures of our koozies doing what they do best and we will feature them in our Koozies Having Fun Gallery!!!

Twitter us at http://twitter.com/koozies.

Again, thank you for your business.
Sincerely,

Bob Liddle
CEO/First Tester Kustom Koozies

 

An Open Letter to Perdido Gas Stations

An open letter to Perdido gas stations:

I am a boat owner. This is an island. An island is surrounded by water. Water draws boaters like me. Here we thrive. When you next design your gas pumps, create an outlying pump for us boaters. Remember, the pump goes to three digits when we fill up.

You sell gas. We want gas. But you make it almost impossible to buy from you. Wal-Mart would not be successful if the aisles only accommodated Rhonda-size people. The typical person of wal-mart and my boat are both 8 feet wide and both require a ton of fuel. Make it convenient and we will buy it from you. Make it difficult and we will still buy from you. But we won’t like it.

 

A Stiff Upper Lip….not

Abby tried her best to keep a stiff upper lip, but we were heading back from The Surfburger in Pensacola Beach, heading west into 3 foot seas and a 20 mph wind. She seems a little queasy and was definitely flapping in the breeze.

Stiff Upper Lip from Bruce Corkern on Vimeo.

 

Memorial Day Weekend

As we are wont to do, we headed for the beach for Memorial Day (inclusive…not being one to cut a beach trip short). Beth and Eric joined us for part of the time and scored a major coupe on a painting that was formerly hanging on the wall at Cosmo’s, but now has moved southeast to my wall. It’s not “Dawgs Playing Poker”, but it’ll do in a pinch. A blog post will be forthcoming.

After taking the “kids” to Bird Island (just north of Robinson Island and visible from the bridge over the Perdido Pass) on Saturday and the Sugar Bowl on Sunday, we left dawgs and kids behind to anchor out from Johnson Beach on Memorial Day. It’s a short walk to the beach side (if you grew up walking to the south side of Ship Island) and we had our beach cart which transports everything automagically. After being fooled about shallow and deep spots by the dark algae on the bottom, we anchored the bow in 6+ feet of water and the stern in 4 feet (enough to protect the motor, but shallow enough to allow us to transport stuff to shore without swimming. In the process, I lost one boat shoe that floated off into deeper water, and so determined to give the other one to my brother David. Alas, the remaining one points the wrong way.

We walked to the other side. A couple on the west side of us followed shortly and stayed on the beach side for about 5 minutes. A family on the east side came over for about 20 minutes. Otherwise, it was deserted. On. Memorial. Day. A boat is a beautiful thang.

I only walked across the island to check on the boat once, and this was the view:

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After we thoroughly enjoyed our picnic lunch and beverages on the beach side, we hiked back to have some watermelon while swinging on the anchor. The colors in this picture make it one of my favorites of the last week:

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Au Revoir, Vintage iPad

I had decided not to trade in my vintage iPad as I just couldn’t see enough changes to justify upgrading. Fate intervened. While at the NAREIT Law and Accounting Conference, I saw that a vendor was giving away an iPad. Alas, it required the traditional business card dropped into the goldfish bowl. After changing to a smaller purse backpack for the trip, I had not transferred my business card stash. Therefore, I had only one business card available to me, the one in my Big Skinny (more about the Big Skinny another day). With a mid-afternoon drawing, I waited until 2pm to throw my card in the bowl.

Eureka, a few days after I returned home, a brand new iPad (original) arrived at my office. I let it sit for a couple of weeks without opening it. I couldn’t help but notice that a few of my most used apps (Omnifocus for iPad, OmniGraffle, iAnnotate) were kinda slow on my original iPad. After thinking about it a while, I sold it (400 deer!) and applied that to a new one. Oh, yeah, I needed the HDMI adapter. Gotta have a cool leather cover. I like having a dock. Gotta have 3G as I have an unlimited 3G plan I don’t want to give up. Need 32 gig as I always have 8 or 9 gig free, but not 16 gig. At least I can reuse my existing camera connection. So….$926.62 later, new ipad 2 was ordered. When am I gonna learn to buy Apple stock instead?

A day later, I had a bit of buyer’s remorse when I thought about Rhonda’s MacBook Air. Curse Apple. As I logged on to cancel the order, I saw they had already shipped all the peripherals. Also, the iPad 2 wasn’t quite as close in price to the Air as I thought. I decided to roll with the flow and accept delivery of the iPad 2.

Switching over to the new iPad was way easier than I anticipated. Here’s a hint for all the kiddies out there…encrypt your backups for your iPhone or iPad. If you do, your passwords are backed up and will be transferred to your new device. If you don’t, you will have to come up with random wireless passwords you have long since forgotten. I backed up the vintage model with encryption enabled, then restored to the new shinier, faster, more sudsy iPad 2. However, all my carefully arranged icons (I have a lot of apps) were in random order. Remembering a tip I read somewhere, I synced once again and all was back to normal, except that FaceTime and PhotoBooth pushed the last two apps on my home screen to screen 2, all by themselves. That’s kinda pushy….but easy to fix.

I assumed that switching my 3G plan could not possibly be as easy since AT&T would be involved. Incorrect. When I Googled the issue, some people, including MacWorld, recommended moving the SIM card from the old iPad to the new one. Other sites suggested I could just log into my plan from the new iPad and enter two numbers that are found in the Settings app under General, About. I took a picture of the IMEI and ICCID numbers using my iPhone, then entered those numbers where required after logging onto my AT&T account on the new iPad 2 (Settings app, then choose Cellular Data). Nothing happened at first. I turned off both iPads, then turned both on. The old one had no service and the new one picked up right in the middle of the billing cycle of the old one.

Ain’t life grand!

 

Walgreens in 2011

I downloaded the Walgreens App for iPhone, booted that sucker up, held it steady for a minute while focused on the barcode of the latest iteration of my ol’ man pills (BP, cholesterol….what were you thinking?). In about 3 seconds, the app said my refill would be ready at 10am the following morning.

The Walgreens App…good for what ails you.

 

Au Revoir, Old Water Garden

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Many, many years ago when we were young and stoopid, we thought a water garden under the oak trees (note that detail…it’s part of the plot line) would be a fine thing indeed. I blogged about it way back then, here, here, and here.

In 2005, the water garden was producing lilies so beautiful that Beth thought they looked fake, but they were definitely real. This is one of my favorite photos ever, and it was taken in my backyard water garden.

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During the water garden’s early life, we were careful to clean the oak tree leaves out of the garden in the fall, scooping regularly and even using mesh to catch the leaves. We were less enthusiastic by the second fall. By the third fall, entropy set in, crushing our will to scoop leaves with the same force that I imagine a swimming pool owner experiences. The oak trees produced 14 contractor-size bags of oak leaves…every day. Rhonda and Abby spent every weekend cleaning out leaves and frogs and snakes.

The killer blow was yet to come. After we spent a little time with a superior water feature in the backyard, the fate of the water garden was sealed.

Perdido 2009 from Bruce Corkern on Vimeo.

We brought in four yards of dirt and put Abby to work spreading it. Next, Rhonda recycled the rocks and added more rounded rocks, along with a nice, bright red vase. It was exhausting watching Rhonda moving two tons of rocks over the last couple of weekends, but in the end, it was worth it.

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Abby is happy and we are free to go to the beach.

Abby’s Fountain from Bruce Corkern on Vimeo.

 

Blogging Again

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Abby takes up quite a bit of time, so we just stopped posting to this blog, even though soon after we got Abby, we also bought a condo in Perdido, started fixing it up (actually Rhonda and my maw-in-law fixed it up), went to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and had a Halloween party, after which we took Brad to see Larry the Cable Guy in Vicksburg in January 2010 and Rodney Carrington in February 2010, both of whom hurt my ribs, but they didn’t hurt as much as the BP oil spill in April, after which church service in Perdido was converted to a community meeting, and the guest speaker was a ex-EPA and Navy guy who basically said life in Perdido was over, so I had a long walk on the beach, then cried with a lady from Birmingham who had, with her husband, invested in 3 condos in the area, but it turns out the hugging and crying was gratuitous as all is well on our island, so we came home and helped host a 60th anniversary party for my parents in April 2010, then went to the beach with good friends in May, but my mom’s disease was getting worse, so we looked to find someone to help them out with cooking and so on, but were able to go see the Blue Angels in July 2010 from an awesome vantage point on the water….awesome until the summer thunderstorm hit, but the storm cleared up by October, so Rhonda took my mom, Aunt Doris and Aunt Gloria to the beach and they enjoyed their first pedicures before Drake (my brother’s dawg) came to live with us in the fall while my brother addressed his health issues and ultimately lost Drake to old age and a leg to diabetes complications, but seems to be adjusting okay, eating better now that Rhonda and my sister Carolyn (who quit her job and moved in to help my parents and David) are cooking for him and he can’t go through Wendy’s drive-through as the lane is not wheelchair accessible, so Rhonda cooks enough for an army now and takes dinners to SoJack to help them out, when she’s not helping my Aunt Winsel and Uncle Les as their health has declined in the past two years since my last post (remember that last post about Abby?), but we were able to get away to West Palm Beach in December, which we liked a lot, but not as much as we like Perdido, which we will be able to visit way more in late May and June, as most of my work travel is in the first part of the year, as I have been to Orlando twice already and just got back from San Francisco and wrote this blog post.

 

Abby

There’s a new dawg in town….

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Brad’s Surgery

Brad is having a posterior spinal fusion tomorrow. We are posting updates at bradcorkern.com.