Inside The Perimeter

Wordle: five, my starter was RUGBY

Another solution from my list, and I scored a five. I’m not good at Wordle, and that’s bothering me.

This website’s speed, or more accurately lack thereof, has pissed me off. After trying many times I am able to post this, which will be my last post of the week, and if things don’t improve significantly next week, may be last post ever.

Wordle: three, my starter was COUGH

I may need to take a break from blogging because this site’s host is not responding to my support requests, and I’m frustrated.

On the positive side, I have finally installed a SSL certificate.

Wordle: four, my starter was SOUPY

Met my buddy Chip at Rodney Scott’s BBQ yesterday and ate too much.

Afterwards I drove to check out Monday Night Brewing’s new space at “The Grove”, replacing their original space I believe, and drank too much.

Going to try to keep my mouth shut more.

Wordle: four, my starter was ENTRY

This weekend I traveled to Asheville to see Bully perform. This time her concert was a near my plans in Brevard Friday. So, in two weeks I saw Bully in Huntsville and Asheville, but not in Atlanta, five blocks from the ITP Estate.

On Friday morning I drove over to Brevard with the intent of rewriting my history by once again hiking John’s Rock and Cat Gap, this time alone. I arrived to a completely empty parking lot with the facilities fenced off, clearly a consequence of Helene. Anyway, I neither felt comfortable leaving my car in the remote lot alone, nor hiking alone in an area that had no one around if I were to get into difficultly. Such is the plight of the solo hiker… This was mildly frustrating as I had eaten a large breakfast with the intent on taking a long hike. After abandoning my original plan I regrouped at a local coffee shop, and found a different hike; I wore myself out doing 8.6 miles.

Yesterday I finally tasted pawpaw! I wish I had a source for more. The three trees I planted, at least the two that survived, and the two I will plant later this year will take years to produce fruit. I also ran into a former coworker while walking around the small festival in Taylors, SC, which was quite unexpected.

Wordle: three, my starter was LIMBO

As I’ve traveled around seeing how nearly everyone has turned their body into a scratch pad, I’ve conjured a fantasy in which I hit it off with a woman who says to me “I’m so glad that you don’t have any tattoos.” and I say “Ditto.” Lol, it will never happen…

Happy weekend to all.

Wordle: four, my starter was DIRTY. Argh, changed my mind at the last second and threw away a three.

I KNEW that I’d eventually find my concert ear plugs! Unfortunately, this happened months after I bought a new pair. Apparently Past Paulie thought putting them into a little-used drawer in my armoire. I finally found them when I was getting out the items necessary to reattach a button on the pair of shorts I was wearing yesterday.

Wordle: five, my starter was GLARE

I probably watch more Major League Soccer games on tv than most people. What I have noticed often this year are the sparse crowds, and it’s not just at Atlanta United games. I predict that in five years there will be at least 25% fewer teams, and the possibility that the league will fold in the next ten years.

Wordle: four, my starter was LEAST

The festival I attended over the weekend could be described as “fair to middling” due to lack of communication, and the unexplained cancellation of a couple of presentations that I wanted to hear. I actually left early Sunday morning, not because I became Cranky Paulie, but rather because I had my car packed ten minutes before heavy rain was due to arrive, and I would have had to kill three hours before any of the festivities started. Oh well. Do I regret giving the festival a go? No. Would I return for the next one? Probably not.

Of course since this was also the first time I’ve returned to Scottsboro in over thirty years it’s the first time I returned to shop at Unclaimed Baggage since then. That store has grown dramatically since the 1990s. I bought a Kindle Paperwhite, an Apple charging block, and an Apple headphone jack converter cable, all for $45.

I’m sure it’s nothing, but I signed into my Amazon account using my WiFi on the newly-purchased Kindle, and the device thinks I am in Illinois.

Wordle: three, my starter was CRUEL

I moved from Huntsville, Alabama almost 31 years ago. I returned Thursday*.

Why was I in Huntsville? Well, the long story is that it’s because I was attending a weekend festival in Scottsboro, and I discovered that the band Bully’s show on Wednesday night at The EARL was sold out, but they were playing a free show in Huntsville on Thursday, so why not spend two days in Huntsville and make the short drive to Scottsboro on Saturday? As the Chattahooligans say, “Embrace the Chaos!” Of course a free show isn’t exactly free when you are paying for gas, lodging, beer, and food. And it would have been cheaper, and better, if not for the stupid rocks on I-20. I saw my first solo apartment, the massive changes which have occurred during the past three decades, ate at my two favorite restaurants (amazingly both still in business), drank at breweries which didn’t exist in the early 1990s, and did an eight-mile hike around Monte Sano.

Thanks to ITP-Reader John, I learned about the unfortunate passing of Ken Rosskopf, ironically due to complications from getting hit by a car at the end of his bike ride. It’s ironic because Rosskopf was known as a lawyer who represented cyclists after wrecks, including yours truly back in 2011.

Wordle: five, my starter was ANISE. I’ve become a very mediocre Wordle player.

* to be accurate, I have been back to Huntsville once before since I moved to Atlanta, to work a career fair.