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This was on the back of a gray Audi. A plate that could certainly apply to me. I know my kidrens got very tired of hearing me say for the umpteenth time as we went through Slick, OK … “here we go sliding through Slick.” I never met a pun I did not love.
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Definition: Suburbanite – a person who spends half their time trying to get grass to grow and the other half of their time trying to keep the grass in check!
And so it goes.
Okay, okay, okay… I am recycling this article as I am still waiting with my towel for that spaceship to pick me up – otherwise beam me up Scotty, it is too, too weird down here for me as of late.
Even a casual fan of science fiction is well aware of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and its sequels by Douglas Adams. As literature they are no great shake, but as entertainment they work very well. They have made a movie and tried a TV series. I generally like the books better than the movie and it holds in this case.
The basic premise is that just before earth is destroyed Continue reading “Towel Day – Thursday, May 25th”
A friend and fellow teacher wrote this about Señora years ago. When she rediscovered the document Señora talked about what a good friend she had been. However, due to her marriage and then her moving away Señora lost touch with her… something very rare indeed for Señora.
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And so it was…
One of our mishpocha sent me the following article: Why birds and their songs are good for our mental health
Señora and I have a large bird feeder with 4 stations. We also keep a humming bird feeder out during their season. I need to to count, but we have between 10 and 15 bird houses around the yard, most of them occupied. Oh yes, and there is a bird bath, which reminds me I need to relocate it. The number of hours of joy we have gotten from these and their tenants over the years is incalculable.
I am hear to testify… can I get an hallelujah… that when the weather is nice and we have the AC/heat unit off, the windows open, there is nothing so peaceful as waking up at dawn with the birds singing in a wonderful chorus of different songs that seem to weave together into a symphony declaring what a wonderful day is in the offing. Get up you old sleepy head.
Why would you need Zoloft or Jim Beam or Maui Waui when you have Mother Nature stroking your forehead via your auricular pathways?
And so it goes
Señora and I were driving back from Chicago. We were doing something we do not normally do. We were listening to a rock station with a couple DJs who were under the overwhelming delusion that they were funny.
I do not remember what the exact context was, but they were talking about Mother’s Day, which is tomorrow – don’t you forget your mama y’all. They were going on with something about breakfast in bed for the family matriarch.
Señora remarked, “I don’t know about breakfast in bed, but I would take lunch in bed!”
Reckon I have my Sunday lined out for me.
And so it goes.
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Digital recording of the Allegro May 7th Spring Concert for you to download and import to your music app, music player, or burn to a CD.
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You are sitting in your vehicular mode of transportation. You are at a traffic light. The traffic light is red. You are second in line. The vehicle in front of you is a Dodge Durango. It is a Chesterfield police cruiser.
The light changes from red to green. The member of Chesterfield’s Police Department driving the SUV must be involved with his cell phone, his on board computer, daydreaming… who knows. He does not move.
My question is to you is, do you give this Chesterfield’s finest a little toot of your horn to alert him to the change in the status of the traffic light, or do you just sit there, gnashing your teeth, impatiently drumming your fingers on the steering wheel, ruing the day you were born, waiting for him to come back down to earth?
I once followed a Chesterfield police cruiser going the same direction as me. We made three left turns with him making a final left as I turned right. He never once used his turn signal. I guarantee (as my Cajun coworker use to say,,,drawing the word out) I was diligently using my factory installed method of indicating a change in direction in order to be courteous and safe… and to avoid any possible ticket.
Can you make a citizen’s arrest for traffic violations?
And so it goes.
A while ago I posted an article: I Love You – Part 1…Maybe. What prompted the article was my wife’s use of the three word phrase, I love you. She says it frequently and to many folks. For me, it is not something I say so much. In the first article I explored some the reasons why I do not. I also gave my flimsy definition of love:
… to love someone is have a responsibility towards that person. I have a need to live up to my responsibilities, and there is only so much I can take on.
When I say I love you I can mean many things. It means I care for you. It may mean I will take care of you. It means I will be there for you. It means I will accept your eccentricities. And this is before we get to romantic love.
By the above definition I love The Wee Dog, for what that is worth. One of my readers commented that Continue reading “I Love You – Part 2…”
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Okay, some of thou may consider this a bit culturally insensitive…
Flipping through the news on my phone this morning, there was a plethora of pictures of the coronation of King Charles III. I had several thoughts, but the one that kept reoccurring was that, for all the world, it looked like an over the top drag show. Long live the Queen.
I also was expecting a photograph of King Chuckie holding up a can of Bud Light at any moment.
And so it goes.