Ring-a-ding, ring-a-ding, ding, ding go the Salvation Army bell-ringers.
What’s changed this Holiday Season?
Political punditry–the election ended yesterday. Today, the ashes are falling.
Political pundits do what they do best. Make claims and disappear till the next election.
Let the blame-games commence.
Enough about politics. A couple of years ago, I alluded to a warped version of the “Twelve Days Of Christmas.”
Here are more verses, in addition to, “Seven white-tailed deer,” “eleven discarded beer cans,” first and third verses–“a large front-yard hole, left by the utility company, where no hole used to be,” “Three decorated mailboxes.”
As for the rest of the song–there’s always next year.
While away last week, driving at night, a car pulled alongside. “Your taillights aren’t working. The brake and turn signals were OK.”
Return trip delayed one day, and an unexpected trip to the auto repair shop. Everything covered by warranty.
As was often the case, no problems were found at the auto shop. The service advisor and myself concluded, that an automatic light control switch had been inadvertently turned off.
Who/what was to blame? Speculation would be pointless. There’s enough incompetence to go around.
After this post-Thanksgiving verbal meandering, I would offer the following words of advice.
When visiting grandma and grandpa’s house, please return electronic devices to their original settings–that includes automobiles. Thanks in advance for your cooperation.
Be gentle, please
This is certainly awkward
I never know you’re there
Except, two times per year
When spring leaps forward
And, fall, falls backward
The world hadn’t ended. It was annual health check-up blood test day. A necessary evil, coincidentally, today is Halloween day.
If the lab technician came out as a vampire, I would freak. Or, what if, even worse–since the World Series was in full swing, she came out as an umpire with vampire fangs?
It could happen if the store had been out of vampire costumes. And she–the lab tech, substituted an umpire’s uniform, because it was the right color. Vampire fangs were everywhere, so the two were combined.
Well, that didn’t happen. Everything at the clinic this morning went well. There weren’t any vampires or umpires. My lab tech came to work disguised as a mouse. She got what she wanted–my blood, with minimal discomfort on my part.
There was someone disguised as one of the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz. With a nearby stack of bananas. None was shared–not that I knew about. That was the weirdest thing that happened.