My “To-Do” List For Today

What to do today?  There’s a disparity between what should be done and what will actually get done–like always.

My big brother’s 70th birthday is upcoming on May 26th.  This is indeed a milestone for my precocious older brother.  He was blessed with the gift of gab that I never had.

Yesterday, was the dogs annual check up.  I need to clean out the car, reconfigure it for human passengers.  It’s always a fun experience.

I was chided by the Vet for passing out too many dog treats.  Max’s fun car ride ended, when he saw we were outside the Vet’s office.  He kept trying to jump back in the car.

Were the car windows ever dirty on the inside from nose and paw prints.  The windows got an thorough cleaning inside and out.  Just in time for my wife to make a trip to the grocery.

What Sisters Were For

Max is now seven.  He’s gotten a bit chunky, has slowed down; grunts when he rises or lays down.  A characteristic he adopted from his daddy.  Maggie, his canine sibling, is six–shows no signs of slowing down.  She goads him until he plays or grooms her.

Every morning we go for a walk.  Max isn’t as eager to go–especially in warmer weather.  Maggie is relentless, “C’mon brother, get up–it’ll be fun!”  She nudges-finally lays down beside him and rolls him over.

Max grunts, accented by intermittent snoring, “Let me sleep, please.”

He relents and out the front door we go.  Max rebels, the only way he knows how.  At the end of the driveway, he stops, sniffs the air; turns around.  “OK, I’m done, take me back to the house.”

When Maggie and I return, Max is once again ready to go.  So, I take him on a shorter walk, as time permits.  Maggie did her job by pestering her somewhat laggard older brother.  She’s mean to Max, but he still loves her.

RIP: J. Geils & Lots of Miscellaneous

I really didn’t care what his full given name was at the time.  It seemed odd that most media outlets mentioned popularity of his namesake band–only in the eighties.

For it was earlier, in the seventies that I was turned on, in a big way to this R & B, almost reggae–couldn’t sit still, hard-hitting, made me want to dance, band.

Give credit where credit’s due, but do yourselves a favor and check out “Those Bad Boys from Boston’s” “Live” Full House album from 1972.  You won’t regret it.  Still sounded good today.  Although listening as a 68 year old, it didn’t do my hearing and tinnitus any favors.

Other music news:  Bob Dylan’s hasn’t gone away–he finally stepped up and accepted his Nobel Peace Prize.

My two dogs are pouting because it’s flea and heartworm treatment day; medications administrated by yours truly.  In two hours all will be forgiven and forgotten.

When you’re trying to fake a vacation–too many people, I’ve observed, take work with them.  They never relax.

Good ways to waste time:  Whoever it is, stop sending me spam.  I don’t need any help in this department.

Great malls of the people:  Shopping malls all over the country are being boarded up.  Over expansion, and too much competition from the likes of Amazon.

I’ve always wanted to say this to someone consuming a bloody rare steak, but thought the better of it.  “Trust the autopsy is going well?”

Advice, I wish someone would have given me.  “Some day this won’t be enough.  Then it may be too late.”

Thick-headed as they came.  Aloof at the six-o’clock news.  This is Warren Burrows, reporting from somewhere in West Dictatorial, Africa.**

Still to come:  Rockabilly Rubik’s Cubes?  Could be the latest thing?

Masters of hype exercised their “nuclear options” again, with more comparisons to Hitler.  Comparing Abe Lincoln to Hitler?  I’m a pretty nice guy, compared to Hitler.  Knock it off with the Hitler comparisons.

My jury duty obligation has ended.  I was a “bridesmaid, not a bride”–as I was not selected for a trial.

Someone took umbrage with a post I made on another forum this week.  I thought the post was extremely innocuous.  They were more interested in picking a fight, than disagreeing with me.  I didn’t take the bait–as much as I wanted to call them out for their ignorance.

 

 

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**There was no implication that the continent of Africa, was superior or inferior to any of the other seven continents.  Forms of government, or even countries without forms of government, vary throughout the world.  Different strokes for different folks.  Thick-headed” journalistic references were fictional, and not intended to impugn, or do harm.       

 

 

Real-Life Whodunits

I compromised with the two dogs this morning.  Took them on a short walk down the street.  They seemed to be satisfied with that, since I’m going to be gone most of the day.

Second week of jury duty and I’ve been summoned to report in today.  Unlike last week when things were pretty slow.

Too bad I watched that TV episode last night about the death of a juror.  Who was to blame?  It was the ex-husband.  He did it the slow way with psychological torture–destruction of the final vestiges of her self-esteem.

What’s in store today?  Will I be selected for a trial, or continue to languish in the jury pool?  That’s yet to be revealed.  There’s no lack of real-life whodunits.

Intermission

Halfway point of the first week of jury duty.  Given the day off–for which I am grateful.  It’s supposed to be a stormy day.  So far, the experience has been somewhat like I figured it would be–especially the hurry-up-and-wait part.

Yesterday, a two-and-a-half hour lunch break, after which, we were sent home.

Such were the vagaries of serving on a jury pool.  Back to normal routines, at least for today. If there’s no danger of being blown away in a raging storm, I’ll go to the gym.  My dogs remembered their morning walk and treat routines.

 

Inch-By-Inch, Step-By-Step…

She stalked my two dogs this morning.  A friendly little Manx cat wanted to make their acquaintances.  The friendship was not to be.  Maggie hated all cats, made no distinction between friendship and aggression.

Maggie, upon her arrival, convinced her brother canine, that he would be wise to follow suit.  Maggie growled, barked; disrupted the normally quiet neighborhood.  The little cat didn’t give up and followed our entourage for about a block.

An unplanned trip to the dentist lies ahead this morning.  All attempts to divert my attention, are welcomed.  Unfortunately, tooth pain has failed to squelch my appetite.  It’s made morning coffee less enjoyable–that’s unacceptable.

Do you remember, girls snipping loops from the backs of boy’s ivy league shirts; collecting them like trophies?  They called them “fruit loops.”  That could have been featured on a “Laverne and Shirley” episode?  Boys that wore shirt collars turned up were thought of as “hoods.” Of course that went along with greasy hair, “ducktail” haircuts, and “pegged” jeans.  I guess that was the predecessor of “gangsta” culture.

Weekend, Wrapped Up

The weather’s perfect.  Took Max to his favorite place this morning, just as the sun was rising.

I was saddened that, once again, some low-life vandalized the boardwalk overlook area.  Fish entrails were scattered about; big notches cut into the top rail.

On a more positive note, a dead tree near the canoe launch site, was chock-full of roosting cormorants.  Mist was still rising from the water.  I counted 28 of them.  The things one sees without a camera.

Highlight of the day was a trip to a well-known, membership wholesale store–accompanied by thousands of other shoppers, more enthusiastic than I.

The pregnant giraffe that sparked an internet frenzy, is still pregnant.

It’s not too late to fill out brackets for the NCAA playoffs.  It should be easier, now that the number of contenders has narrowed considerably.

Don’t dare mention anything about this to my spouse–her favorite programs on the sponsoring TV network have been preempted.  An unforgiveable sin of omission.

Three more Monopoly game pieces have fallen out of favor–the boot, thimble, and wheelbarrow.  The iron was previously kicked out.

Could there be any significance to the fact that most of the disfavored pieces signified manual labor?  The booted out boot represented typical working stiffs.

How did this come about?  Results of an internet vote, put up by Hasbro, current owners of the popular board game.  Growing up it was owned by Parker Brothers.

This could be an E-bay opportunity for “running-dog capitalists.”  Selling culturally banned items–specifically, banned Monopoly board pieces.

“Keep it quiet.  I may know somebody, who knows somebody, that may have… And you didn’t hear it from me.”