The New Codgers

NOTE: This post was modified Tuesday morning to correct some issues with the graphics—and to freshen it up just a touch ‘cause we’re not posting today.

Today is our last of this three-day shindig! We motored out early this morning the thirty or so miles to our secret fishin’ spot in a cliff-obscured cove on Cyber-Lake Superior.

On Sunday, we split up into small groups and did some exploring along the shores of Cyber-Lake Superior. The cyber dogs were joyfully splashing in the 40ºF lake, seemingly unaffected by the cold (they did spend some time sunning themselves on the granite shore).

This morning we’ll take a little break from the antics of our two-dimensional cyber-selves and remain pretty-much connected to the real world (as connected as Med & I can be, anyway).

Medford & I are here on my back porch enjoying a beautiful Saint Paul, Minnesota sunrise, the temperature according to “Pruett’s Pig Powders” thermometer is a brisk 48ºF, and the sky is clear.

So, there you have it—a rare visit by the Codgers to the real world of our city!

In “Real World Saint Paul,” the air is smokey & cool. Pruett’s tells me it’s 64ºF, my lens assisted eyes tell me it’s cloudy, and the weather prediction is for off and on showers. The smoke is due to a tree removal project along the river. So, I think I’ll rejoin the party at the cyber-lodge.

At the Codger Cyber Lodge, the weather is a computer-controlled 72ºF, it is sunny, with a light breeze of Cyber Lake Superior. Our guests are enjoying their respective porcelain, not china, but made in China, Codger Collectible Mugs filled to the brim with organically & shade-grown, fair-trade, Cyber North Woods-Roast coffee, Earl Grey tea, and maybe even a diet Coke. The gang have begun to relax at the lodge, “Trigg” Guudlender has even removed his tie!

And if you’ll notice, Molly and Joe Kewl seem to be enjoying each other’s company. Billie and Cyber Broker Maggie are deep in conversation—but not so deep as to keep Billie from keeping a watchful eye on CCBB, who…

“STEP AWAY FROM THE GRILL!” rumbled Carl as Cyber-Codger-Broker Bryant edged ever closer to Carl’s cooker.

“But I’m sooo hungry,” CCBB replied, “and sooo good looking!”

“Where’s Daisy?” Boomer asked, “she was just here a minute ago when I went inside for another porcelain, not china, but made in China, Codger Collectible Mug of organically & shade-grown, fair-trade, Cyber North Woods-Roast coffee!”

“I think she went looking for the cyber dogs she invited to this shindig,” answered Medford, “she “Poofed” out of here while you were inside.”

The cyber-dogs have returned, and we have done our chores, erecting a new flag-pole. We raised the historic 32-star flag, and then lowered it to half staff. This is to honor all our soldiers, sailors, Marines, airmen, reservists and National Guard members who have fallen from the Revolution until today in service to our country (and for me, for my cousin, John).

We will now repair inside the lodge for the fine victuals prepared for us today by Carl.

 

It “Actively Rained” in the real St. Paul, and much of the state most of the day yesterday—and the weeds in my yard responded by growing at least an inch—the grass seemed unimpressed! The “no Active Rain” part of the post’s title refers to the fact that we didn’t get here on the ‘Rain at all yesterday. It was a sad day for me as I received word of the death of my 83-year-old cousin. He passed on Monday, and his family didn’t find my phone number until Wednesday—after the funeral. He and I were pretty close and I spent my day mourning his passing.

We have decided to spend our Memorial Day holiday at the Codger Lodge this year—at least our cyber-flat-selves, anyway. Look closely at today’s graphic, the whole gang is here, even a couple of unexpected, but certainly welcome guests—‘though Carl IS keeping a very close eye on his cooker—just to make sure nothing “disappears” before it’s time to eat. It appears that Joe Kewl is casting his eye on our Molly??? Hmmmm!

Cyber-Daisy sent word out to her cyber-dog buddies, Brutus & Cleo Tutas, and Pepper Cooper—and they have not arrived! She is wondering where they might be??? (To be continued…)

Med and I called our meeting on my back porch to order at about 4:40am CDT, this fine 67ºF morning. As usual, we are enjoying our porcelain, not china, but made in China, Codger Collectible Mugs filled to the brim with organically & shade-grown, fair-trade, French-Roast coffee (Medford’s as usual, polluted with cream & sugar).

We are expecting significant rain later today—we’ve been promised rain for a couple of days, and only seen a drop or six.

We really need the rain! My yard is August dry—and summer hasn’t even arrived yet.  Typically during the months of May and June, we don’t have to water our plants and lawns (I usually let my grass go dormant and dry during dry periods), but this spring, our golf-course-like-lawn folks have been watering long and frequently.

If this keeps up—we’ll no longer be able to claim 10,000 lakes—more like 2 lakes, 7,000 ponds, and 2,998 damp spots! Could drive a fella to drink! Hey Med fill my mug too!

Med & Jay

Today I’m showing off the FINAL iteration of our Cyber-Fishin’ trawler. It is simply too much of a time investment, no matter how dissatisfied I may be with the graphic.

The Codger Lodge, unlike the boat, is set-up to be changed when necessary. Today, I added the driveway—actually a cropped photo of a dirt drive near my home (St. Paul requires drives be paved or gravel—hmmmm), Pruett’s, and Carl’s cooker (boy-howdy-can her turn out a fine steak on that—almost as good as mine!) ;-)

UPCOMING EVENTS ON THIS BLOG:

In June, our second “CODGER CARNIVAL OF CURB APPEAL.” There will be an official announcement around the 1^st of June, So start collecting those photos homes you believe have curb appeal to spare—and those—well—not so much. These homes do not have to be listings—just any you run across that might fit the contest. Single-family, mid-priced home only please.

Med & I will get serious, and in the Real World for a post this next week. This will be a response to a recent post concerning sub-prime lenders.

And finally, it looks good for an episode of the Melodrama to be posted this next week.

Jay & Medford

Medford & I decided to hide out here on Cyber-Lake Superior—it IS Friday and there is nothing like a placid lake & good company to regain one’s perspective. And a fine porcelain, not china, but made in China, Codger Collectible Mug filled to the brim with organically & shade-grown, fair-trade, Sumatran-roast coffee, helps lubricate the quest for that perspective.

We really don’t have a topic this morning, no rant, no opinions to opine, we’re just kickin’ back and enjoying each other’s company. Carl has raided the tackle supply (courtesy of Lenn Harley) and is about to wet a line to seek a Lake Trout or three, I’m here in the pilot-house shining up the mahogany ship’s wheel (ah—she’s a work of art), Med’s atop the pilot house shouting nautical orders—that no one’s listening to—but it makes him happy.

So c’mon aboard, grab your favorite refreshment, and visit for awhile! The topic is yours to decide.

And remember: 

By Medford Ambrose

Okay, I admit it, Jay didn’t post a “Good morning Gentle Readers” post this fine Monday morning, and…well…it’s because I distracted him with a better offer! I dragged him up to Cyber Two Harbors before dawn. Why? You might well ask.

I got us a former Cyber Great Lakes fishing trawler. 70’ (waterline) hull length, with a beam of 24’, the boat is powered by a pair of 200hp Cummins Diesel (of course, biodiesel), oh never mind, this is a cyber-boat! It doesn’t need an engine!

Were it a real boat, it would have a maximum speed of 11 knots or about 13 mph. With 200 gallons of fuel, it has a maximum range of…aw heck, there I go again! A cyber boat’s range is unlimited!

So I oversaw Jay’s graphic artistry as he “built” the boat in Word, and I learned some new words. At my age, who’d a thought that possible! Jay really has an extensive, um, colorful vocabulary!

Then he asked: “Why are we building a boat? What would we use it for?”

 “We could have our characters do all sorts of things, I can think of a hundred stories!” I told him. That was a mistake.

“OK Med,” he said, smiling, “YOU better start writing.”

“Only if I’m the Captain,” I said, knowing he didn’t have much patience left for drawing.

“OK, I’ll do it!” he said, “start writing.”

Crap!

Here we are again, at the “Cyber-Codger Lodge” on Cyberlake Superior, getting ready for another day of great fishin’ (except Jay, who is hopeless as a fisherman).

The weather, as always computer climate controlled, is great. We have our rented deep-water fishing boat, already stocked with our tackle, lunches, cooler for liquid refreshments, and of course a large insulated coffee carafe for the before-noon pick me up!

We’ve remembered everything! Wait—there is just one more thing:

It pleases us to announce that a New Codger Lodge has been obtained! The really cool thing about inhabiting our little corner of cyber-space, is that such things are possible. We did this for those interested in cyber-fishing on the greatest of the Great Lakes, Lake Superior, or at least the virtual rendition of it.

This change was made to make it easier for the redoubtable Lenn Harley, noted fisher-person from back-east to reach the cyber Big Lake. Oh, also, Lenn was concerned with Medford’s big bald head & ultraviolet rays during the coming months of high-summer, and our proximity to the North Cyber Pole. Check out his new headgear!

Our former lodge is now the cyber-home of our new Cyber-Broker, Maggie Florida. The cabin, rent-free for the first year was part of the compensation offered to Maggie (hey—where’d Carl go?).

It’s Fishing Opener in Minnesota, and ‘though not a fisherman myself, Medford, Carl, Harold & Molly are (Carl is still seeking Ira Piranha—rumored to be holed up in the nearby Cyber Boundary Waters area), and this lodge-move seemed to be appropriate, considering. What do you think about opening day occurring on Mother’s Day weekend?

We just heard from Carl—he’s found Ira Piranha!