How I Became My Own Worst Nightmare | Yonason Goldson
Rev. Joe’s Random Thought # 7,676
yeah I know you did not ask!
I was telling my wife something the other day that was true, but she was having a hard believing it to be so. After all a bit she said to me, “I suppose it could be true, after all if Trump is our president any absurdity is possible.”
Plumbing 101
I had a minor plumbing repair to do in our bathroom under the sink and within the vanity. For part of the operation I needed a second pair of hands so I enlisted my wife, the esteemed Señora Robin. She came into the bathroom and sees tools scattered around, the contents of the vanity stacked untidily in a corner, and me with my head stuck under the sink.
With barely a pause as she walks in she says, “You cannot possibly know what you are doing.”
This brings me out of the depths of my plumbing cave with a quizzical look on my ruggedly handsome face.
She continues, “I see no butt crack. It is a job requirement.”
I worked for some plumbers one summer in college. They told me there were only three things that I really must know: water does not run up hill; you get paid on Friday; and never chew your nails after a job. Apparently there are four.
Mother Nature had the last laugh
We own three vehicles between the two of us. My wife drives a Subaru Outback. I have a Toyota Tacoma as my primary vehicle, and a Mazda MX-5 Miata that I just drive when the weather is nice. It is generally the car I take to the golf course.
I generally do a good cleaning of my vehicles twice a year. I do one cleaning in the spring after winter, and another sometime in the autumn before we go into the yucky months of winter. This year with my wife’s health problems combined with the abnormally frequent rains we have had this spring; my spring cleaning has been delayed. Here it is the end of June and I am now just doing it.
I do need to mention that I retired at the end of January. This means that I am not driving my Tacoma as a daily commuter. Typically when we go somewhere as couple we take the Outback. We occasionally will take the Miata if the weather is nice and there will not be any imbibing of alcohol. My wife refuses to learn how to drive a stick shift, and I have no desire to receive a DWI. When I take out the Miata I have to move the Tacoma. I keep the convertible in the garage and the truck in the driveway. I mention this to say that the Tacoma is not sitting idle even when I am driving the Miata frequently. All of which brings me to my surprise of the other day.
Part of my cleaning regime is to pop the hood and give the engine a good wash down, check the fluids, etc. When I did so, I discovered this amazing nest in the corner of the engine compartment next to the brake fluid reservoir.
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Rev. Joe’s Random Thought # 9,624
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Shades of Lloyd Bentsen to Dan Quayle
So I have been talking Spanish lessons via Skype via iTalki.com. Currently I am working 
with a young man from Guatemala named Manolo who is the bee’s knees. A few times in the conversation portion of the class we have talked about my wife, Robin.
The other night he was trying to remember my wife’s name so I reminded him. A few minutes later he needed reminding again so I wrote “Robin” in the text portion of Skype. I then told him it was Robin, just like Batman and Robin.
His reply to me in Spanish was, “You’re no Batman.”
Talk about shades of Lloyd Bentsen to Dan Quayle during the Vice-Presidential debates of 1988, “You’re no Jack Kennedy.”
Next he will be telling me, “You can’t handle the truth!”
Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #8,134
yeah I know you did not ask!
What do you call a group of elderly women?
I was riding my bicycle early in the morning at the Creve Coeur Lake Park. Coming my way was a group of 12 or 15 elderly women riding their bikes. I knew they were elderly as they all looked to be around my age plus or minus 10 years…old. About a third of them were obnoxious morning people who insisted on saying “good morning” to me. Did they not know I had short changed my coffee to get out there that early?
I begin to wonder what do you call a group of older women… a clutch, a coven, a pack, a posse, madams, it is a murder of crows, a charm of foxes, a mob of kangaroos…
Just wondering, any good suggestions leave a comment.