Arrgh! My watch band broke. Where was the receipt? Found it. Purchase date, April 22nd, of the current year. Warranty disclaimers had more holes than the Titanic.
Went to the place of purchase. They were more helpful, than expected; temporarily fixed the band, till the correct pins arrived by mail.
The worn-out vacuum bit the big one and went to dead appliance Valhalla.
Much to do before escaping for an extended weekend with friends. Did I mention the riding mower battery failed before mowing the lawn? It failed to hold a charge–four-years old. It’s been hard to keep ahead of the broken stuff lately.
From the headlines: Decorating ideas that could make one want to return to college.
A recurring dream. I’m back at college. Can’t remember my schedule. Working towards a degree–requirements never satisfied. Decorations wouldn’t do it for me.
Not since the Scopes Monkey Trials, have primates figured in important litigation. Naruto, a crested macaque, celebritized after taking selfies, with a stolen camera. A settlement reached over who had rights to the images. Hope Naruto got a lifetime supply of bananas.
A picture of Billy the Kid, bought for two dollars, was found to be worth a cool five million. There’s hope for yard sale junkies, collectors everywhere.
We should watch what we do and say, because aliens from other planets could be watching. I thought only Santa Claus did that. Could Santa Claus really be an alien? You didn’t hear it from me.
This morning was like old times for the Retired Old Farts Dog Walker’s Club. There were almost enough members present for a quorum. That was, providing the members ever agreed on anything–which was rare.
The Bradley Bunch
Cheap Labor Day
Think small: More or less
Faultlines: Mine or yours?
Worst of best, best of worst
Pie charts, pie chants
Click bait, screen grabbers
You heard none of it from me
Write about something! What was I waiting for? A better story to come along? Something, was better than nothing.
Hurricane Harvey made landfall last evening. The storm continues to batter with pounding rain. Whether any of the outer bands reach here, remains to be seen. Hoping for the best.
And in other news, someone on my FB feed, posted a picture of their favorite brand of kosher dill pickles. That wasn’t fair. I happened to like kosher dills. Has anyone invented a way to share yummy things over the web? I think they should.
Do some people’s food preferences make you crazy? Sally liked dill pickle spears, but didn’t like gherkins. What was the difference? It defied logic. “Didn’t like gherkins?” Stop jerkin’ me around!”
In response to questionable behavior, on the part of one of my neighbors, “They didn’t have the sense God gave a goose.” The infraction, I’ll leave it to your imagination–other than to say, it was related, to it being an extremely wet summer.
There’s another run-off election coming up next month. Two candidates going head-to-head. I don’t care for either of them. That’s as far as I care to get into politics this morning.
I’m sitting here writing–nothing’s getting done. The house needed tidied up. The lawn needed mowed and trimmed. There was always next week.
Image how awkward, this must have been to explain, four years ago. It could have gone something like this.
“There’s a large bird in my yard. I think it’s an emu.”
“Yes, an emu.”
“How’d it get there?”
“Don’t have any idea. I guess it walked from somewhere–since emus don’t fly.”
A lone emu, walked, pecked
Among cornstalks in farm country
An unusual animal
Not seen everyday
Where’d it come from?
Was this emu on the lam?
Did it have a name?
Perhaps, “Sam,” if it’s a him
Or, “Samantha,” if it’s a her
“Sam” caused quite a stir
Around these parts
But, country folk
Had big hearts
A kindly person
Took him (or her) in
Provided a temporary home
For “Sam” on the lam
However, it’s still not known
Whether, “Sam” escaped
From the zoo
Or, was “Sam” an orphaned emu
With wanderlust–that nobody wanted
It’s still a mystery–because no one knew
–Image, story idea from Craig Roberts–
My hot and cold running, IP connection can be frustrating. Less frustrating because I had a good breakfast.
A few years ago, we hailed “King Kale” as the king of all the leafy green vegetables. Never thought I’d see beets, honored in the same way. Dried beet chips–who’d a thunk it?
I eat each item separately on my plate. There’s no dabbling, sampling a little of this-or-that. Brussel sprouts and cooked cabbage aren’t among my favorites. However, spiced up properly, I will try them.
I once knew a fellow that couldn’t stand for anyone to touch his food–other than himself. If someone sampled his French fries, the remaining ones were tossed in the trash. Do you know someone with unusual dietary habits?
In dyslexic fervor, I hung up all of my freshly-laundered trousers facing opposite to the ones already hung. My laziness outweighed any OCD tendencies.
Whatever the situation, it may help to try the Double Placebo, Blindfold Test. Or was it the Double Blind, Placebo Test?