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yeah I know you did not ask!
Señora and I were together in my pick-em-up truck this chilly morning, running errands. I’m not sure how it got started, but we got into a playful contest trying to out “smart-ass” each other. After a few minutes of this Señora threw her hands in the air towards the headliner of my vehicle mirthfully conceding, “you win, you are king of smart-asses.”
All of which got me to wondering, does that make me the better smart-ass or the worse smart-ass?
Inquiring minds want to know, and me too.
I see the above sign often around the St. Louis area. Sometimes instead of Student is reads Permit. It just a small cautionary signal to other drivers about an inexperienced driver who may need a little slack. Sometimes I have wanted one with the not so original saying: “Please Be Patient, I’m from out of town”
So I started wondering if that they made such signs/bumper stickers for “Senior Drivers” as it might be a good gift idea for someone I am intimately acquainted with. No drum roll please, they do.
Do I need to put one on all three vehicles, I drive all of them differently? I pick and chose my places, but I drive my Miata, well, like a sports cars. I drive my Tacoma fairly staidly, and Señora’s Outback even more so. I about have the leaving the blinker on for miles and miles down pat. I am not so prone to push right on red like I used to. I’ve recently quit looking at speed limits simply as suggestions. Wonder if I could get an insurance discount if I had one of these on each of our vehicles. Or maybe I should just be content that I am still driving at my advanced age…
Of course, I might need another sign that reads “I brake for rest stops.”
And so it goes.
“Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.” ~~ Voltaire
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Robin has a very good friend, Viki, who is an artist. An example of her art would be an older van that she bought, and then decorated the entire vehicle with her amazing art. To see the van coming down the street is a real show stopper, it definitely grabs your attention. Viki and her husband Tom live in a very nice house, the yard of which falls sharply away to a small stream. Generally the stream has a very low level of water and flow, but certain times of the year it can get out of its bank. For this reason they have left a big swath of their property behind the fenced portion of their yard au naturale. Well sort of… Tom keeps the undergrowth Continue reading “Camp Wild, Camp Covid”
This just ain’t right…
Here it is the 31st of December, 2021 in St. Louis, Missouri and our daffodils are trying to come up. At least part of our yard of northern grasses looks like a pass with the mower would do it some good. The temperature currently is 65. Most of the week has been mild and rainy.
But wait, there is about to be a major beat down of our poor, confused flowers. Sunday is going to be a high of 24 with an overnight low of 10. Later in the week snow might be here with lows in the single digits.
I once heard someone describe Mother Nature as a pissed off biker bitch with a bad attitude. And yet we keep messing with her.
And so it goes.
FYI: I live in the 2nd Congressional District of Missouri, a very conservative district that gave us such luminaries as former Representative Todd “Legitimate Rape” Atkins. Ann Wagner is of the same ilk.
I am not quite sure how my phone number ended up in Rep. Ann Wagner’s texting file, but it did. A text from Wagner popped up the other day, and when I saw who it was my feeling was very similar to one I had when a gal I dated one time would not stop calling me and texting me. Obviously, I can block their number, see if their “STOP” option really works, just automatically delete them, but I would rather get a restraining order. I am doing pretty good though, generally when I see Ann Wagner’s name I go on an obscenity filled rant that has folks running for the hills. So far I have refrained.
Wagner’s text had a link to a survey requesting constituents’ opinions. “Well,” I thought, “she wants my opinion, I’ll be glad to give her a piece of my mind!” I opened the link, and by the fourth question I was ready to throw my phone against the first hard object I encountered, not counting my head.
I truly found her survey offensive. The first few questions were waving red Continue reading “Ann Wagner, Always Disappointing”
Senora when she gets upset or annoyed with me – yes, I know, hard to imagine – has a tendency to call me something in Yiddish. Not knowing exactly what she is saying, although I am picking up on her tone of voice and expression, I just smile at her.
All o f which started me hypothesizing that perhaps the secret to a good marriage is not understanding what your partner is saying… at least at times. So far I have resisted the urge to test my hypotheses by going tit for tat with her using my Spanish against her Yiddish.
But I am wondering how you do say, “Sticks and stones may hurt my bones, but words never will” in Yiddish.
And so it goes.
And before you try and deny you have some sort of unnatural romantic relationship with your gun, consider this. You’re taking it out to dinner! (hysterical audience laughter) Because it completes you. Get a room.” ~~ From a Bill Maher skit
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I just finished watching a documentary, Bill Cunningham: New York. Bill was a fashion photographer for the New York Times. While he shot photos at runways in New York and Paris, he was most famous for his street photos of fashion on the New York streets, especially around Manhattan. He did this for decades and was a fixture in the New York fashion industry and at the New York Times.
His photography was of some interest to me, but what engaged me most in this short film was the photographer and his exceedingly quirky personality. He had one function in life, Continue reading “So When May I?”