We don’t have an Internet connection. Scientists can beam a laser-based long-distance data transmission to the moon for an Internet connection. That impressive feat does nothing to get the wonderful, lovely, talented people at Charter to talk about what seems to be happening to their entire network.

Thus demonstrating the fragility of the Internet of Things. And thus making people wonder “What do I do in this World Without the Internet of Things!?”

This is a trying time for many. But at least we still have power, conversation and books. We have phones, analog diversions and cable.

Went out for lunch at the little cafe that is attached to the back of the little vegetable shop that orbits the little nursery here in town. The peaches were perfectly scented — just enough to overpower the vague presence of dirt and sawdust and not so much as to overwhelm.

Remember how, the other day, I said “(W)e have a series of triple-digit heat index days ahead. Summer finally showed up, he said for probably the second or third time this summer.”

Yeah.

Car thermometers are notoriously inaccurate, so that is mostly just for the fun of the picture. But it is hot.

The weekly post that highlights pictures I haven’t placed anywhere else here yet. Let’s get to it, then.

We went out for Chinese recently. As is the custom — because this is what makes them come true — I took a picture of the fortunes:

Allie enjoying a lazy afternoon in her tunnel:

Here’s brunch, which was pretty good, fried chicken and johnny cakes. It featured Chilton County peaches, pecan smoked bacon (yeah, that was good), toasted pecans, arugula and maple syrup.

The post with extra pictures returns to the place that needs them most, the Sunday space on this sleepy little site. Let’s get on with it, then.

Sometimes you just have to go to the big box stores. My second cousin needed a toy and candy and I needed to have some keys duplicated. Somewhere in all that I found a Spiderman mask. Why wouldn’t you take that opportunity?

These aren’t, by any means, the largest elephant ears my grandmother has ever grown, but they are pretty.

She’s growing things that she says are from Africa on her porch right now, huge plants that are probably trees that are threatening to overtake the place. And then she tells me she can’t grow anything, that it was really her mother that had the green thumb. A lifetime of evidence to the contrary.

Listened to this on the drive home on the 1940s channel. I’ll take it as a sign of good radio programming. Also, there are no vocals in this song:

Hodges Chapel, on the Samford University campus. I shoot this building a lot, I know, but it is on the way to my building. Also, see the crane in the background? That’s working on the construction site for the new business building, which everyone is excited to see completed:

Allie is enjoying her afternoon nap, or she would be if only I would stop disturbing her for pictures: