bugs, flowers, solar panels, and towels.

Some kind of a Bee, probably very helpful to the flower spreading the pollen around.

My two Renogy 100 watt solar panels arrived from Amazon yesterday, and now they're stacked in the living room and I'm dreading getting out in the heat and putting them on the roof of the little Bronco camper.

I've disassembled the cardboard boxes they came in so I have enough cardboard to cover them and block the sunlight for all four panels when I go to hook up the wires. I could use some towels or something like that to cover the panels, but I'm not sure I even own four towels, and especially ones big enough to cover the solar panels.

Unlike some folks who like giant fluffy towels the size of a blanket, I have found that big towels fill up a tiny laundromat washing machine rather quickly and takes more quarters to dry that to hit a jackpot at an Indian casino. So I tend to buy two dollar Walmart towels that are about the size of a large dish rag and actually resembles one after a few washings. These old towels are put aside and used as guest towels when I have visitors, which could explain why I've never had an overnight guest.

Somehow I've gotten off track, Because this is a blog about solar panels not towels. I mean who would write about towels there's nothing you can say about a towel, towels are uninteresting and almost useless. For instance when I was growing up we were so poor we couldn't afford towels so we dried off with leaves, and my grandpa used to tell me they were so poor they didn't even have leaves, they had to run around outside until the sun dried them off, I guess that would explain why he was arrested so many times.... Well.. that and the drinking.

Speaking of which, in Arizona in the winter the humidity is so low you actually don't need a towel, you can just put on your clothes after you shower and five minutes later you and your clothes are dry, I've done it many times. Now in the South it's totally the opposite, you can't find a towel big enough to dry you off in Florida, and no matter how much time you spend drying off you're still so wet it's hard to pull your blue jeans on.

Speaking of the South, I would still like to visit there one day, and at least drive by some of the houses and hovels my family used to live in. But that humidity is going to be difficult for me to take and will probably require that I have to buy some towels that are bigger than a dishrag and get used to paying for one washing machine for each towel at the laundromat.

It's weird to think that maybe something as unimportant as a towel is what's keeping me from visiting my old haunts in the South. Could towels be more important than I give them credit for? Could towels actually be interesting? Could a blog post be written about towels? Probably, but it would be stupid,  boring, and I would refuse to have my name associated with it.

                     Anonymous

A butterfly, everybody loves a butterfly. And a grasshopper, most folks are rather ambivalent about a grasshopper.

An ant doing whatever ants do.

Popillia japonica, the Japanese beetle, a rose killing machine if there ever was one.