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The Brick Pit

Hey, everyone. No, I am not dead. I have been taking some classes which were necessary to the maintenance of a license and a certification. I would rather paint a house than study pump curves, filters, chemistry and the like. As you long-time readers know, I am a streaky person. I indulge a passion for one thing for a while, then devour another interest.
I recently did a bit of masonry work in the yard. I built a burn pit in which I planned to burn leaves and stuff. It is safer and looks better than a black space in the yard. I had one at my place in the mountains, built of concrete and mountain stone. This one is a concrete slab with walls of brick. I did a crummy job on it, actually. I am a luke-warm mason. Hey, it's functional rather than fashionable.
Hey, let's talk about I-Pad gaming. Has the plague of in-app games taken over or what? Yes, you're right, it has taken over. One survives. And learns how best to use the new style. For instance, I am playing a new game called Frontline Commando: D-Day. This game is indeed the recipient of in-apps but they allow you to play a good bit before putting the bite on you. I wish that they would just sell me the whole enchilada, all weapons, skills, battles etc. for say, $6.99. I would gladly give it because it is a terrific game. However, the cheapest in-app is $4.99 and doesn't give you near-enough in-game dinero to master the nightmarish battles of the invasion of Normandy.
This game has a nice piece of historical info in it. There were stats of soldiers killed, boats used, a wide range of weapons and hundreds of battles against planes and tanks, as well as people. The graphics are exceptional and the gameplay is great. Before I hit the "paywall", I played about 60 battles so I shouldn't complain.
I am planning on buying Carley an I-Pad Mini 2 when they come out. As she and I get older I would think that the lighter weight would be a blessing. So, I intend to use her as a guinea pig. I don't know if I will like the smaller screen on my shooter games, particularly since the edges of the screen have sensors that will react to my touch, unlike my current Padster. I will have to alter my style of holding the device which may effect my legendary skills. Ha, ha.
Hey, puzzlers. You ought to try a game called Venice Mystery. In this game you have a row of tiles situated below a big glob of tiles on a board. You get rid of tiles on the board by matching them with a tile on your rack. There are cool power ups like Jokers and a tile buster that fires with machine gun rapidity. It has something for mature puzzlers like my wife and immature shootists like myself as well.
You will doubtless be thrilled to know that I have finally gotten better at game play, in general; to the extent that I am now playing through some of the older games which I had trouble with previously. For example, Dead Space. Those are some scary dudes in that space ship! They all desire my body for added nutrition in their space diet; possibly to prevent rickets or something. I am now on Chapter 7 or 8, I believe. Lots of fun. Maybe I am C.E. Wills, the limes and lemons of space travelers.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills, packed with vitamins.

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