At Johnson Shut-Ins State Park in the eighties. A group of revelers dived from cliffs to churning waters below. A familiar refrain rang out. “In the midst of rolling prairies, ‘neath fair skies of blue, stood our noble alma mater…”
It seemed out of place. A product of my errant imagination. College days, all school hikes, college pranks, relegated to yesteryear. Other than the same alma mater, there was little in common with the celebrants. I’d married, had family responsibilities. Served a hitch in the Air Force, had my first real job.
At that time, I was torn. Should I introduce myself as an alum? Would they respect that? Or, should I leave them alone to enjoy their moment? I chose the latter.
I visited college on leave, in uniform, in the early seventies. Was hesitant to do so, because of the Vietnam era. It was late afternoon, not much activity at the student union. One of my favorite college professors was there. We had a pleasant conversation and coffee.
From the perspective of a seventy-plus year old, it hadn’t been that long. Not much more than a decade later. So many life-changing events happened during that decade.
Not Not perfect, ugly produce, has the same nutritional value as picture-perfect produce–and it’s less-expensive. In the recent past, cheaper, ugly produce was all the rage.
According to a recent Associated Press article, several major food store chains have stopped selling blemished produce, because, “there has not been as much customer demand as hoped. They were worried, “the cheaper produce could cannibalize sales of regular produce.”
Less expensive, blemished produce would be ground up, cooked, canned–sold to food banks.
Did this mean, ugly food was OK, as long as it was kept out of sight? Out of mind? Or, as long as it didn’t cut into profit margins?
I’m drowning in old electronics, documents, non-functional yard equipment. Places to recycle these items, are inconvenient. If they exist at all, are cost prohibitive. Recycling should be easier.
Another holiday nobody asked for, is today’s National Nothing Day. A day, in which to do nothing, for those so inclined. As if I needed an excuse to do nothing. Doing nothing is a choice, the same as is performing useful tasks.
My choice for National Nothing Day, is not to participate. I’m doing nothing. What do you think of that?
A little game played at home, or when visiting. Were the dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? Some used the washer as a source of clean dishes and glassware.
What days were scheduled for trash pickup? Were there different days for recyclables and regular trash? The really confusing part. There were different refuse companies with different neighborhood subscribers.
It wasn’t like I was among total strangers. These were family members. Family members that worked week days.
A Saturday of dog sitting while mom and daughters visited the local Ikea store. The weather was unseasonably cool and beautiful.
Life was rain
Loud as thunder
Lead to here
But, not there
Couldn’t have it both ways
What price a soul?
The borderline is a good thing if you’re hankering for some Taco Bell.
If your cholesterol is borderline–fast food’s not a good choice. My annual physical is a little over a week away.
The gist of all this–I have to consume only poultry and fish, between now and then.
Starting after tonight’s roast pork loin dinner, with German potato salad, baked beans, and marinated coleslaw.
Time will tell if my dietary efforts pay off.
Another dietary concern involves my dog, Max. He certainly isn’t starving for food. Last night and today, I’ve caught him with baby turtles in his mouth.
They weren’t the sea-dwelling type, but rather, some species of land tortoise. In any case, they deserved a chance to grow into turtle adulthood.
It’s primary election day. There were a slew of senatorial candidates for both parties. If there was no majority, a runoff will happen in September.
It didn’t take long to vote, since the polling station wasn’t crowded and the ballot was short.
Ballots for regular elections are so long, I think most people grow weary after voting their choices for federal offices. Paging through various district judges, referendums, state constitutional revisions, local issues, crammed at the tail end of the ballot–most don’t understand the issues and are tired at that point.
The good part, I did my civic duty before an intense rainstorm hit–a real “frog strangler.” Speaking of frogs–my dogs and me were watching little frogs on our flooded patio, swimming for their lives.
Why did it even matter? This has happened many times before. There were the original “Bo and Luke, Duke” boys and their replacements; substitutions for “John and Ponch” on “CHiPs.”
The latest in TV main character substitutions may be about to happen. Hawaii 5-0’s actors, Daniel Dae Kim and Grace Park are leaving because of failed contract negotiations.
I am saddened to see them leave. Their characters were strong and appealing. What would trouble me most, would be for the network to bring in different actors to fill the same roles.
How many different characters have passed in and out of the “Law & Order” franchises over the years? And, the series goes on.
Was anyone fooled by the two different actors that played daughter Becky Connors on the “Rosanne” show? Network executives, no substitutions please on Hawaii 5-0.
Stuck to the script
Not in the mood, rings
Among shooting stars
Sonny Bono, Sonny Corleone
Stared, blank stares
Shot for the moon
Captions searched for pictures
Mercy me–what just fell from the family tree?
Pratfalls, windfalls–Wasn’t that pitiful?
Felt woozy, losers couldn’t be choosers
Anything fun, was fine with me