Rainy Trashy Tuesday, Yuk. Managed to get everything rounded up and my current wife, Sue, took the containers to the curb and positioned them per the Garbage Gestapo rules. Job done again.
Did you all fall back this weekend? The twice a year maneuver at daylight management hit us Saturday night. I personally don't like daylight savings time. It is just another complication I don't need at this time of my life. It never fails that my sleep is disturbed for days. My subconscious is afraid I will miss something, I guess. I begin waking around 3 o'clock in the morning to check the clock. At intervals ranging from 30 minutes down to 3 or 4 minutes, I wake over and over. As Charlie Brown would say, "Good Grief!"
Friday is Veterans Day. I have a special interest in this day being a Vietnam veteran myself. Everyone knows a veteran. You should thank them for their service to our country. Whether in combat or not, these special people have sacrificed several years, their bodies, their minds and yes, their lives for our freedom and the ability to maintain the life styles we have grown up in. I encourage you all to just grab a vets hand, shake it and thank them. In my case, I would appreciate a hug much more than a hand shake. Just sayin'. It can be a lonely, sometimes terrifying time when returning to civilian life. It is really sad to see how many veterans have had their lives drastically altered by these experiences. Here is a great quote; "As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." ~John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
I briefly considered setting up a little stand at the mall so everyone could give me a hug. I thought about asking for a free will donation of a $1 to support my favorite charity - The Grandpaw Bailey Doggie Fitness Center & Spa Membership Sponsorship for the Needy. You may guess by the name that this charity provides free membership to the Spa for life to dogs that are under-privileged or homeless. Sue has ultimately persuaded me not to do this. She seemed to think it was a bit over the top. Well, I took another Prozac and decided reluctantly that she was right. I do regret not getting those hugs though. A nice gentle lick on the cheek by the Granddogs will be just as good.
Here it is - the Word of the Week - quean
Barney, the elder pug, had his birthday on Sunday. He is eight. I was fortunate to be able to spend part of the afternoon with him and his younger brother, Max. We had a great time. They were, of course, very generous with their licks. I mean, after all, it is thanks to them that the "Drivel's" tag line, Life Seen Through Dog-Licked Glasses, came to be. They are very affectionate but are rather indiscriminate with the placement of their licks. I guess it's the price you pay. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BARNEY!!!
Okay, here is a question for you. If 2's company and 3's a crowd, what is 49?
I was sitting at an intersection the other day. The stop light was horribly long. My mind began to wander and I started wondering what the dollar value of the vehicles sitting at the stop light was. Have you ever wondered about that? I am also greatly confused by the Handicap placard hanging from peoples car rear view mirrors. I had a temporary one once when I had my knee scoped. Being a "newbie" I read everything on the placard before using it. It clearly states that the placard is to be placed on your mirror ONLY when parked. It is to be removed when driving. I have begun counting vehicles with the placard hanging from the mirror I meet on the street. Perhaps that is why they have those placards - they can't read.
I have to give Kudos to H, the educator and humanitarian. She befriended a homeless kitten last year. It had a paw problem that at the outset seemed easy enough to correct. The problem just kept getting worse. H spent a goodly amount of money restoring this cat to health. I just heard that "Tripod", the cat, has found a forever home. Yep, "Tripod" ended up losing a leg. Congratulations to H for her great effort.
I was honored a couple of weeks ago when the sister of some twin classmates of mine asked to be a Facebook friend. Pretty neat. I really enjoy staying in touch with the classmates that were such great friends of mine when growing up. An interesting sidebar is that the twins are J and J; their sister is J and their mother is a J. The J's run wild in that family. I grew up in a rural Iowa community where most of our families were farmers. In the good old days, farming was not an occupation but was a way of life. Many of us were what you could call "poor dirt farmers" to one degree or another. We didn't feel poor however. These farming families were a close knit group. The offspring, myself and peers, got an education, got married, started careers and many times dispersed all across the country. Still there remains an intrinsic bond nurtured as we grew up on the farms of Iowa. Cripes, where did that come from?
We have completed decorating the Spa for Veterans Day. There is a lot of red, white and blue bunting all around. Looks really neat. Yvette and her tech were in the other day to check on the winterization of the French Doggie Bidet septic system. It seemed to check out okay. I have begun to wonder about Yvette and this tech guy. You remember Yvette is the sales rep who sold me the French Doggie Bidet System. She has big blue eyes and always seems to show up with the tech. At first I thought she might have eyes for me or something. I thought she was looking for any excuse to visit the Spa. Now I am not so sure of that. I am beginning to think she has a thing for the tech instead. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. Probably just another old man fantasy.
Have I mentioned the word of the week yet? Oh yes, I see it up there. I guess before I let you go for today, I should let you know about this word "quean". Used in a sentence for example "Yvette turned out to be a quean when I learned she was just using me to make a sale."
The definition I have is "an overly forward, impudent woman; shrew; hussy." I should have known. Better get going, the French Roast is gone and I have to figure out a way to get into my old uniform. That will take a couple of days and may be a mission impossible. Have a great one. TA!
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