We are officially senile.

A granddaughter called from school this morning saying she forgot to take $5 to school that she needed today.  She talked to Cliff and explained where the $5 was in her home.  He doesn't hear well, and wasn't understanding exactly where the money was, so he handed me the phone.  (We have a key to our daughter's house.)  
So the granddaughter proceeds to explain to me where the money is, so we could go pick it up and take it to her.  Just as I was beginning to figure out the location of the $5, her teacher told her, "Never mind.  I will loan you the $5 and you can pay me back on Monday."  
Later I realized how foolish we must have seemed to the granddaughter's teacher.  Good grief, it was only five bucks.  Why would a grandparent not take the cash out of his/her own billfold and take it to the school?  
Why didn't we think of that?  
Yes, my friends.  We are officially senile.

This shows how much I know about engines

In the post about the engine that originally powered the electricity for the city of Odessa, I called it a steam engine.  
Duh.  
If I'd stopped to think about it, I know better.  Steam engines are quiet.  
Oh well, hats off to Cliff, who got out of bed and read my blog and patiently said, "Hon, that's not a steam engine."  
Thus saving half my readers from being misinformed, and the other half from laughing themselves silly at my stupidity.
If I'd been closer to him when he found the error, he'd have patiently patted me on my silly little head.

THIS is a steam engine.