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This afternoon, our latest crayon rails game acquisition arrived – Martian Rails.  My apologies to our Oregon family who may not have the same exposure to this genre of games, although the first crayon rails game that I purchased was British Rails, which I got while in Oregon visiting Lori’s family (and Lori) during the Christmas season of 1986.  (This prior sentence was a run-on sentence and my lovely wife will have something to say about it when she reads this post).  (And when you have an entire sentence in parenthesis, does the punctuation at the end go outside or inside of the ending bracket?)  Anyway, I have memories of one of the first games of British Rails being with Grandpa Ron (back in Dec 1986 when he was “Mr Goertzen”).

The map
The map

The map board wraps east-west to provide a circular planet experience.

Unique major cities
Unique major cities

The city (and goods) names are based on classical science fiction written about the red planet.  Some interesting terrain as well (please excuse the weird flower like pattern – that was from the random effects app that I used to upload the photo).  Just as an example – the dotted brown lines cannot be built across until the appropriate action card is drawn at some point in the game, somewhat constricting access to this area.

Eek!  volcanos!
Eek! volcanos!

The building cost for volcanos is 5, making building into and out of Olympus a spendy proposition.  Looks like Danaya ran out of money in this case.

Color load tokens
Color load tokens

On the loads front, there are some old familiars (machinery, imports), but also some rather unique ones – Roddenberries, and probably my favorite – Bachelor Chow (made by the fine purveyors of Dog Chow and Monkey Chow).

Anyway, hurrah for Amazon Prime (free two day shipping on anything).  We’re trying the Amazon subscription service to buy some grocery staples on a monthly basis; we’ll see how that goes and how long it takes the UPS driver to get sick of delivering to our house.

We (Houston Huber family) had been attending a church quite a ways out of town, but had decided that to really be part of a church community we wanted to find a church fellowship a lot closer (which wouldn’t require a 35 minute drive).  This morning we attended Harvest Bible Chapel Houston NW, which was about a 5 minute drive away.

Parked out in front was this unique automobile.

Not your typical Toyota Yaris
Not your typical Toyota Yaris

We stopped to take a picture or two of it, and the owner, who was the greeter at the church door came over to chat with us about it.  After the end of the service, he came over and distributed packages of Rockets to the kids (and adults).   I forgot what the kind gentleman’s name is, but will be referring to him as he/him thoughout the rest of the post.

Some of the favorites:

The sign on the side that says “Honk if something falls off”

Daelynn spotted a small statue of Gollum on the top of the car

picture of decorated car

Driver’s side view

After the service, we stopped to take another picture of the rear of the car, and talked for a while with the owner again.

Image following this tailgate down the freeway
Image following this tailgate down the freeway

My favourite bumper (well, in this case back window) sticker is the one that says “Sorry for driving so close in front of you”.

Some tidbits from our conversation:

  • he creates the fused glass himself which is glued on
  • he uses silicon to hold things on, which provide some flexibility
  • once in a while someone will steal one of the items (like a blown glass piece).  Rather than get upset, he views it as an opportunity as there is now some free space on the car to be filled.
  • on the subject of gas mileage, it has dropped significantly from the original 35 mpg, but he feels that it is more to the increased weight (6000 lbs vs the original 1600 lbs) than wind resistance
  • he doesn’t drive the car a lot now (i.e. to work) as it has about 180k miles on it, and he isn’t planning on retiring it soon.

And the inside of the car is just about as decorated as the outside.

No driving distractions herel...
No driving distractions herel…

Just for fun, I’ve zoomed in to some of the more interesting parts in the following gallery (click the pictures to zoom in for a better (if your sensibilities are easily offended read “better” as “closer”) view:

 

This morning was garage sale morning in our housing subdivision.  We found out this morning that the Coles Crossing subdivision (subdivision might not be the precise term, maybe community) does not allow garage sales except for one day a year, which was today.  Even then, they are only allowed to run until 2:00 pm.  We live in a very unique culdesac where the families are pretty close, so it ended up being a joint garage sale for the five families.  We didn’t take a lot of stuff out, and even then didn’t sell a whole lot.  Danaya sold some cards and earrings to our neighbours, but the garage salers were interested in bargains and not crafts per se.

Brock spent fifty cents on the combat outfit pictured below, buying it from our next door neighbors after wearing the helment and toting the gun for an hour or so.

picture of Brock in comabt outfit
Master Chief Brock

At the end of the garage sale (everyone in our culdesac packed it in at 1:00 pm, as it was sprinkling a bit and there hadn’t been any traffic in a while), Brock scored big when our next door neighbors told us they would be happy if we relieved them of the following toys.  Brock and Mom obliged them.

Brock and his haul
Brock and his haul

And finally, while we are on the topic of Brock, I have a bit of a funny store about said lad to relate.  On Friday evening we were babysitting the six children of another family.  We have our new dining room table, but the chairs have not arrived yet.  So, as a result, people were sort of scattered around the dining room and kitchen areas.  After a while (about half way through the meal), Brock announced “My food hasn’t arrived yet.”  Poor lad, he had been sitting patiently un-noticed at the table, watching the other kids eat.