Tonight I got into a discussion about the VW Rabbit with a young man. They never had the Rabbit here in Mexico, or at least not by that name. After spilling all of the information I knew about the Rabbit and the Golf (which is what he owns and what started the conversation), I thought I would look up a little Rabbit history.
Most of my facts were true. I was off by a couple of years in the production of the Rabbit. I also did not know that the Golf, in all its iterations, is just a Rabbit with many different names. Though it makes sense that they would not build a whole new car. They just changed some of its look and slapped a new name on it. Other names are Golf, Cabriolet, Cabrio, Varient and even the Jetta is a Rabbit.
The Rabbit name has come back into use since 2003.
I got most of my information from a history page at The Rabbit Archive. Wikipedia also has way too much to say about the subject if you are really interested.
We are getting quite a bit of wind here and a little rain off and on. The local paper said on their website that we should expect 60 MPH winds as a max sustained speed with gusts a bit higher throughout the day until 6:00 or so this evening. We have heard reports of trees down. We have been very much spared. But just because we have been, that means someone else has been badly hit.
Keep the whole peninsula in your thoughts and prayers throughout the rest of the day and the following cleanup and recovery period.
This morning as I was running my 1 mile speed workout, I was listening to an interview from Endurance Planet. This is one of my favorite podcasts and is the one that inspired me with the format for Missionary Talks. Though the podcast has changed hosts and formats a bit from those days.
The interviewee was talking about the question that people have on why does he exercise and run, especially when he could enjoy life so much better if he did not spend all his free time working hard. His answer was to the tune that because he is running and exercising, he is enjoying life. That is what he does for fun. Sure it is work, but that does not mean it cannot be fun.
I can’t imagine that people who are not able to bend over and tie their shoe are having more fun than I am. Or those who get winded getting in and out of a car are enjoying a better quality of life than I am. I no longer experience heart burn on a regular basis. I have strength to do what I want to do. I went and played soccer last week with a bunch of teenagers, and while they were much more skilled in the handling of the ball, I was able to keep up with them in the speed and endurance.
Yes, I too am having much more fun as someone who is taking care of the body God gave him. Come join us. You might find that being able to tie your shoe without props is much more fun than dying 20 years sooner than you need to.
Dean is now projected to come in quite a bit further south from us. I still hold to the fact that I think it will turn north. Which now means, that if it does, instead of turning north and brushing, or missing us, it would come right at us.
I am not sure what the projected time of arrival is. But we are starting to get elevated winds. Nothing to write home about and not any higher than normal storm winds. We are probably 5 hours away from getting rain from the storm.
The Mrs. and I had a brain storm of an idea today. I won’t tell you about it until the storm is over, just in case it wasn’t as brilliant as we thought. I will take pictures to show you after the adventure is over.
There is a good possibility that we will lose power for some time. If so I get to fire up my ham radio and get to relay information back to the US about the health and welfare of all my friends. That will be fun. I have a nice antenna that I have never taken the time to set up that I will pull out to work with. I pulled my other antenna down yesterday afternoon so that I don’t lose it in the storm.
I will probably get a few more posts up before the storm moves in and knocks me out of commission. If I do lose electricity for any extended period of time, maybe I will be able to get caught up on my reading.
We are at the “THAT’S MINE!” stage with our daughter (3 years old). Our son (9 years old) has done pretty well with it and is usually pretty patient with her. Usually.
You know it is getting bad when you hear this.
Scene: Daughter walks downstairs and sees ants crawling on the counter.
Daughter: “Ants! That’s MY ants.”