Pondering

 Well...Almost at the finish line.  The final portion of the construction phase should be started this morning.  That would be the Gate.  The fence was installed last week and it's ability to prevent canine escapes has been successfully ops checked.  

Felines being much more crafty escape artists will have to have some "special" treatment.  Here's one of them escaping from their last incarceration.

Sorry,  new Blogger format made the old video insert code not work. (As well as MGM banning viewing on any site other than TubeYou.)

No, Ve vill haf to be Much, Much More cunning!
Ve vill build a....Catio!  So much luxury, so much exploring, so much napping they won't even think to escape.

The Catio will be accessed through a cat door in that 2 foot section of wall between the 3 window wall (dining room) and the Single window wall, my office (it's easier to keep me in the dark with less light coming in).  It will extend toward the camera to the cedar post on the right of the porch then around to the right wall of my office, giving them about 30' wide and 6' deep.

So, Mrs J has spoken, so it shall be.  (You didn't think that was me talking in that horrible Jehman accent didja?)
Stay on target, juvat!
Mantente en el objetivo, sí, mi extremadamente viejo sargento de la Fuerza Aérea.
Anyhoo (which is Rhode Island-ese for Anyhow), after the gate is completed, the final paperwork is put together. The final payment is made to the various craftsmen involved in the project and a final signature on several million documents and we're done.
Well, except for that pesky monthly mortgage payment thingee.
The Little Juvat saga is finally over.  Got telephonic confirmation that he and LJW are NOT maintaining social distancing as enforced by the Federal Government.  So...They've got that going for them.  Maybe something else will come of this, say in the Junish timeframe?  One can only hope.
 Saturday we traveled to Cedar Park, a pretty nice suburb of Moscow on the Colorado.  Not quite far enough away to be completely free of moon battery, but close.  We were going there to visit my Niece, her husband and son and celebrate her daughter's 4th birthday.  
Off topic, but I had to do some research on what the proper name for her and my relationship. Well, according to this source she can be called either a grand niece or a great niece.  I, therefore, would be called a grand uncle or a great uncle.  I think she is, indeed, a grand niece.  I, however, am, without a shadow of a doubt, a Great! Uncle.  (Emphasis mine, your opinions may differ.  yada, yada, yada.) Mrs J and my sister opted for Grand Aunts, which if you look to the ancient roman roots of those words means "Old Bats".  
Ain't that right, Sarge, you linguistically talented scribe, you?
Anyhow, now that I've insured a night on the couch tonight, I expected a small gathering of her grandparents, us, Brother and Mom and Dad.
Not to be.  Dad has hero points from now till you know what freezes over.  He built a kiddie pool in the front yard complete with sand beach, about 18"deep, about 10' wide and about 15' long.  All the kids in the neighborhood were there.  Food was catered by chick-fil-a.  Bubble machines were bubbling, sno-cone machines were in full swing.  Dad asked me if he could use the tailgate of my truck as the Adult Recreational Beverage dispensing location.  Who was I to say no?
There must have been 30 +kids and about the same in adults.
So.  We had fun.  No Beans, I was the DD.  I had two bottles of water and two cans of sparkling water.  One was blackberry and not very good.  The other was "Cactus Flower and Cucumber".  All they had otherwise was blackberry and I wasn't going back.  So...I was pleasantly surprised.
But...it's getting dark and we've got about a two hour drive back home.  It's Saturday night and who knows what is on the roads.  So we leave just before sunset hoping to get home before too late.
We're exiting their housing area and I miss the light just prior to the freeway on ramp.  (I'm always bummed when I miss a light for some reason.)  The light changes and we're on the freeway.  We come up over an overpass and as I look out at the traffic situation, I see a couple of brake lights come on, then more, then more, then mine.  
And traffic comes to a complete stop.  After a couple of minutes I see folks ahead of me merging towards the lane I'm in and traffic starts moving slowly again.  I'm getting closer and can see it's obviously been an accident.  
People are squeeking through around it and I'm next in line, but I pause for a second as the guy to my right has been waiting for an opening for about 7 cars.  He pulls through and I see flashing lights coming up on the shoulders of both sides.  A police officer holds up a hand for me to stop. (There was a police car already at the scene directing traffic.)  I do so and wait for further direction.
So, I know this is bad.  Three fire engines and ambulance, another police car and three tow trucks arrive on the scene.  I pull the truck out of gear and tell the ladies to get comfortable, it's going to be a while.

The three firemen in the middle are walking up to the car that hit the embankment.  The Firetruck on the left is blocking the second vehicle and the Jeep has a beat up front and is leaking fluid.

 Apparently there were three cars involved. One of the cars was pretty well smashed up against the concrete side of the overpass.  I couldn't see it very well, but it was a red sedan of some type.  I couldn't see the other one initially, but looked like a white minivan. It and the sedan had to be winched onto tow trucks, so my assumption was that was the first collision. The third, the Jeep, was driven on to the tow truck although it was leaking fluid mightily from the front.  I'm assuming he just couldn't get stopped quick enough and was in a latter part of the collision.
Took us about an hour before, the Police Officer came up to the window and said we could follow the fire trucks when they left. 
The kid in the jeep, walked to the ambulance, I didn't see the occupant of the car on the left, but they did gurney the person in the first car that had hit the concrete wall.  
The whole rest of the way home, all I could think about was how glad I was I'd missed that light, and how all the good things in life can change in the blink of an eye.  I said a few prayers for that blessing on the way home.

Please keep Shaun and his family in your prayers.