The library runs courses teaching useful skills:

The classes cover the basics of home finance, cooking, sewing, and suchlike.
I could have used a few Adulting courses, back in the day.
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Who’d’a thunk it?
One of the scanners glowed brightly in the rack just inside the Stop and Shop:

A closer look:

If I understand this correctly, CCRestart just crashed, so you must restart CCRestart. The entrance of a deep rabbit hole looms behind the Quit button.
The file extension and the overall UI make it reasonable to assume the scanners run Window CE, just like some voting machines.
To the best of my knowledge, the screen isn’t touch-sensitive. I passed up the opportunity to poke the buttons below the screen …
Spotted at an exhibition for Olde Fartes:

I think they just blew up the bottle label to human size, with no attention to the resulting pixelation.
One can find Somaderm on the Interwebs, which leads to the “Active Ingredients” list:

Looking up their NDC number helps translate the bullshit Latinesque nomenclature:
They’re exceedingly proud of that NDC number, touting “SOMADERM Gel is the only transdermal, FDA registered product”. Indeed, it’s registered, about which the FDC has this to say:
Assigned NDC numbers are not in any way an indication of FDA approval of the product.
and
Marketing Category UNAPPROVED HOMEOPATHIC
With that in mind, consider the dilutions:
Homeopathic “drugs” never list the starting concentration or amounts in the product, but diluting something by a factor of ten-to-the-thirty ensures not one single molecule of the original compound will make it into the bottle. This, of course, means the HGH is at “maximum strength”, in the homeopathic way of magical thinking.
You’ll surely find some molecules of pig brain and maybe even a few molecules of cow glands, but I suspect they’re not buying the “active” ingredients in shipping container lots. In round numbers, one pig adrenal, one cow thyroid, and one drop of actual HGH would supply their needs well into the future.
I would like to see how they dilute those ingredients, because I doubt they have legions of trained homeopaths succussing bottles against elastic surfaces.
Of course, such dilution requires careful attention to detail, lest a stray molecule make its way into the final product, which surely justifies the punch line:

There is also a $150 “Membership Price”, suggesting a multi-level marketing scam running in parallel. Some rummaging on their website reveals cryptic phrases confirming the suspicion: “Be the change that will inspire others to follow” and “Information on how to become a distributor“.
Ya gotta admire ’em for not even blinking.
A note on commenting: there is zero evidence of efficacy¸ so don’t even try to advocate homeopathy. If it worked, it’d be medicine, not a MLM scam.
The side of our house seems to attract Organ Pipe Mud Dauber Wasps during nesting season.
One pair of wasps built this impressive structure behind the patio door, beside the bathroom window:

The female wasp built six tubes over the course of an August week, carrying blobs of mud the size of her head and abdomen from sources about 30 seconds away (1 minute round trip). Each blob produces half of one serration around the tube, with a seam running down the middle, and requires 20 seconds to smooth into place. We got tired just watching her!
Each tube has many compartments, each containing a wasp larva and a paralyzed spider, with a mud cap inside the end:

We watched the wasps attack, sting, and remove spiders of a specific size from the corners of our window frames.
The young wasps in the innermost tube may not make it out alive, because they must chew through at least one outer tube before flying away:

Perhaps layering the outer tubes around a central tube makes for a more compact and durable nest, with the possible sacrifice of offspring in the center.
The new wasps will likely emerge next spring.
We’re accustomed to seeing geese with goslings and turkeys with chicks around this time of year, but we didn’t realize excavators have a similar breeding season (clicky for more dots):

The adult seems very protective …
Spotted on the Vassar College campus, in front of the dining hall.
The neutral conductor is down to its last three strands:

Perhaps the power drop got snagged twice, because there’s a splice only a few feet away:

Spotted overhead on Redondo near Rt 376 during an evening walk. I reported it using Central Hudson’s dead streetlight page, because there seems no other way to get their attention. It may be the homeowner’s responsibility, in which case a second splice will surely appear after the next power outage.
The driver gave us plenty of room, which is always nice:

But then the SUV turned into the Maloney Rd entrance to the Dutchess Rail Trail:

Which was specifically designed to exclude motor vehicles:

Later, I was told it’s an “allowable access” for Water Authority vehicles and, in any event, because their SUV didn’t leave the biggest ruts and tracks, they think it’s all good:

The ramp joins the trail at an acute angle, so the SUV required some backing & filling to get around:

Then it’s an easy drive to the water meter about 2500 feet down the trail:

There’s an Official Vehicle Access gate one mile south of the Maloney ramp that’s about 3800 feet from the water meter. I’m told they use the Maloney ramp to reduce the distance they drive on the rail trail; evidently, destroying the entrance Just Doesn’t Matter.
I’m trying to develop an attitude between Zen and apathy, with just enough indifference to not care when somebody tells me how wonderful things will be in the future.