Small Talk Monday

What’s new?

Oh, I don’t know

What’s new with you?

Ain’t nothing to it.

How about you?

Now, that the old business was out of the way.

Did you hear about the Chicago barber offering spray-on beards?

No, was it the same as spray-on hair?

Not quite, but almost the same.

For those that couldn’t wait, or couldn’t grow their own.

If I couldn’t grow the real thing, I would just as soon do without.


Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

Stan, a couple of hours can make a big difference.

Yes, they certainly can, Ollie.

They certainly can.


Florida’s reputation as “The Sunshine State” was in jeopardy–according to their state legislature.  Two new laws drafted to do something about it.

The first would make Daylight Saving Time a year-round thing.  The second, would put all of Florida in the Eastern Time Zone.

As things are now, Central time changes to Eastern time near Tallahassee, the state capitol.  That would be fine, if there were not another issue at hand.  I reside in a state that borders Florida–all of which is Central time.

This would make Pensacola, which is near where I live, an hour ahead. Not much of an adjustment when going shopping, or out to dine.  However, during winter months, when my state remained on standard time–there would be a two-hour difference.

Imagine catching a Pensacola International flight, allowing two hours for boarding, check-in, then adding the two-hour time difference.  A flight that departed at 10 AM, would mean, a four-hour allowance (not including drive time).

I wondered what Floridians thought about it?  The payoff–more hours of daylight in winter.  The takeaway–commuting, to school and work in the dark.

I didn’t object to the whole state being Eastern time.  It was tinkering with DST that gave me pause.  I’d prefer things to stay as they are.


The Age Of Aquarius, Part II?

Are you ready? Ready for what, you say? The new Age Of Aquarius, happening this coming weekend.  According to astronomers, planets will be aligned starting this Thursday, through the weekend.

Imagine, from East to West, Jupiter, the moon, Mars, Saturn, and Pluto, lined-up across the sky.  Early risers, Thursday morning, will witness this rare phenomenon.

Proper planetary alignment (or lack thereof) could be a good excuse as to why you were late for work–or not?  I assume no liability if you should choose to do so.

Such celestial alignments, have in the past, given rise to some bizarre speculations.  One of which, was it would cause weightlessness.  I could use some weightlessness, since I need to lose a few pounds.  Not complete weightlessness–I don’t wish to float through outer space for all eternity.


When the moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, then peace will rule the planet, and love will steer the stars…

Harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding…The mind’s true liberation…

Lofty goals from The Fifth Dimension in 1969.  Will there ever be true peace in the world?  I don’t know.  But we can always hope.

I was there for the first go-around.  Nothing special happened for me.  Nobody said anything about the moon being in the seventh house–whatever that meant?  But you can bet I will be ready for the New Age of Aquarius–should it ever come into fruition.–

Playing the Odds

Outer bands from Harvey arrived early this morning.

To say I’m not concerned is an understatement.

Weather forecasters aren’t always on the mark, when they say–up to ten inches of rain between now and Friday.

I’ve never heard a TV meteorologist apologize when their predicted, two feet of partly cloudy, fell as snow on streets and driveways.

We’ve been through flooding rains before. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t want my house to flood again.

Harvey, doesn’t seem to want to go away.

First Day Of School

County schools opened today.  Kids lined up for yellow buses everywhere.  It seemed too early–weather was still too hot for school.

Did teachers ask students to write compositions about what they did on summer vacation, to then be read aloud in front of the class?  I dreaded every new school year because of this.

Of course, the other elephant in the room, was the eclipse.  Compared to drama in other parts of the country, it was a non-event here.  The sun went in-and-out of clouds so much, it was hard to tell what was eclipse, and what wasn’t.

What had I done on summer vacation?  The question answered with shoulder shrugs and general indifference.  There were some things one didn’t ‘fess up to.

The truth was–I went to the creek with my brother.  Skipped rocks and committed numerous infractions.  Going to the creek was forbidden.  Skipped vespers at church camp with a partner-in-crime.  Sworn to secrecy.  I could have been excommunicated; or something worse if my parents found out.



A Day Off

I took today off to regroup–gather my thoughts.  No, there’s nothing wrong.  Life is good in general.

Sometimes I worry about repeating myself.  There’s the quality/quantity issue.  After almost five years of this, there have been a lot of posts.

The Shakespearian adage, “There’s nothing new under the sun,” applies.  That’s why, of late, I’ve done some updates on old posts.

In the local area, the new amusement park is shaping up.  Many of the new rides are visible.  What will this do for local traffic?  …The local economy?  The jury is still out.

“Wahlburgers” was announced today in a press conference, as the first tenant.  The first and only “Wahlburgers” franchise in the state.  More announcements are forthcoming.

“Y’all Finished, When Y’all Done”

Dignity can not be taken away, unless we allow it to be.

Staying on my side of the centerline.  This is a semi-serious story about the process of writing and other things.  Wait a minute–the process is serious.  A process that reflects on everyone and everything in this room.

In every boardroom,  backroom, penthouse, hovel, and hacienda–it’s all anyone wants to talk about today.  Did you know it was worse than what everyone thought it was?  I’ll stay in the shallow water, as to the seedy aspects of this subject.

The resignation of this state’s governor, is plastered across the headlines.  Thanks goodness, former Governor Bentley, had enough dignity left to do the right thing and resign.  Everyone, including myself, breathed a sigh of relief. Kay Ivey will do a good job as the new governor.

An Indian girl was alleged to have been, or not been, raised by monkeys.  There should be a new time zone–called “Giraffe Standard Time.” That’s not as weird a suggestion, as one might think; considering someone suggested that April the Giraffe run for Alabama governor.