I am taking a break from blasting our Solid Waste Agency and the Garbage Gestapo. Oh, they are still doing the same old thing. Actually a friend of mine filled me more fully about their families brush with the Gestapo. Sent chills down my spine. On the other hand, I learn that a neighbor across the street, BQ, has been receiving outstanding help from her recycling driver. BQ is getting older and is having a little difficulty getting around these days. She has a little Pomeranian dog that weighs about 9 ounces it seems. Being the good mother she is, on nice days she takes the dog for a walk. It's not that long but it is the best she can do. She has always been pretty self-sufficient since her husband passed many years ago. Anyway, she still manages to get her trash and recycling out to the curb. Many times her daughter helps with this also. The recycling truck operator evidently knows of her plight. He takes an extra moment to return her recycling container to the garage. THAT is a GREAT thing to do and should set an example of the little things all of us can do that makes the life of someone just a little bit more enjoyable. Let's give this driver a big hand and a slap on the back. Job well done!!!!!!
Today is the beginning of the fixing of the leaky faucet/bathroom remodel. This will get nasty before it is all over. The current wife is demanding a detailed plan, daughter JB has committed to paint the walls but is having trouble hooking up with Sue to pick out a color. I will start the project this afternoon after I return from the eye specialist where they will, of course, dilate my eyes. I have been complaining about double vision for a year and my eye doctor finally had enough and referred me to a specialist. Supposedly, I have cataracts but they are not "ripe" yet. Really? I don't mind if you harvest them before they get ripe. Shoot, the produce you see in the grocery store was harvest when it wasn't ripe. Plus, what happens when they get ripe? Do they fall from the tree? Is that a good thing? I want anything that will get rid of this double vision stuff. Cross your fingers. I will naturally give you a complete blow by blow account of this project providing I am still alive to write it up. I'm thinking bodily harm is not out of the question.
The last couple examples of the bloody British humor:
FOR SALE BY OWNER.
Complete set of Encyclopedia Britannica, 45 volumes.
Excellent condition, £200 or best offer.
No longer needed, got married, wife knows everything.
Thought from the Greatest Living Scottish Thinker--Billy Connolly.
"If women are so bloody perfect at multitasking,
How come they can't have a headache and sex at the same time?"
I continue to be awed by how smart and insightful the British are. So much truth in so few words. So Humbling.
Sure was a great Easter weekend wasn't it? I was a busy week for me, I had to compile an a/v presentation for both Maundy Thursday and Easter Sunday services. I believe I invested around 25 hours. Oh, the Easter Sunday service was awesome, there was a brass quartet, a good crowd and special music. One of the special music's had a really nice slide show to accompany it. Our music gal spent considerable time putting it together. It was really to be one of the highlights of the service. Right on cue, the automatic slide show begins, the choirs is singing in their grown-up voices, I am sitting back relaxing watching this all happen. Beautiful. This was a great presentation UNTIL Microsoft PowerPoint decided it was tired and closed up the application. Black Screen!!! ARGH! Humiliation! What the "bleep" happened? J the sound guy was watching. Later he related that the color in my face drained away, starting at my forehead and slowly down until my face was completely void of color. In my mind, thoughts are racing. What happened? What do I do now? Okay, I try to restart PowerPoint. It doesn't want to start. Finally, a window opens to informing that it has stopped working. REALLY! This was like 30 seconds or an hour later. Next it promised it would restart PowerPoint immediately. Thank You Bill Gates, that would be GREAT! It starts; I reload the show and take a guess as to where to restart this thing. The rest went very well but the damage was done. Never have I seen PowerPoint crash just out of the blue like that. At home I made sure that I succumbed to a food coma to dull the pain. It worked.
Daughter Debby, the younger, took the granddogs out to the back yard and played while the finishing touches were being made to our meal. She got to running back and forth across the yard. Naturally, all of the dogs followed. Eventually, the pugs got into their own skirmish leaving Kinnick and Deb running back and forth. Apparently, Deb wasn't going fast enough so Kinnick came up behind her and gave her a little "doggie goose". It had the desired effect; she screamed and then ran faster. Point taken.
Almost forgot. Lady Godiva called. She was very contrite and apologized profusely for the mayhem she had caused. I assured her that I was glad she was gone but that I would miss those "massages". She indicated that she would be out of circulation for 10 to 20 years. Bye, bye Lady. On the brighter side, I was able to secure her old space. I will now expand the fitness center to include an indoor running track, lap pool and Jacuzzi. I think the dogs will really like that. Last year was good at the center so we are reinvesting some money to add additionally space and equipment. I have been working with the lovely Yvette. You know her; she was the sales rep for the French Doggie Bidet company. You may remember that the company downsized, laid off the technician and made Yvette do double duty as sales rep and technician. That move really bothered me. I just couldn't visualize those long painted fingernails digging into a malfunctioning doggie bidet. Being an independent contractor, she told the bidet people that she would continue to sell their product but she was no longer going to repair these machines. She is repping for a few other companies which I think can be a help to me. I will fill you in when the time is right.
The library next door is extremely happy to see me expand right next to them. They didn't like Lady Godiva at all. Shoot they may have been the ones to turn her in. I can understand their point of view completely but boy those "massages" were good. We are already discussing various ideas of co-sponsoring some events this summer.
A few months ago, I was excited about being heavily recruited to participate in a 5K in late April by Jenny, the elder. It seemed so far away at the time I thought surely everyone, including Jenny would forget about it. WRONG!! To cover myself, I have increased my workout routine considerably. At 66 years old, my shins don't like the idea. They are giving me fits but I am trying to push through it. Yesterday, I completed 3 1/4 miles. I felt really pretty good afterwards. Let me clarify this a bit, this was walking not running. I have been running and walking but now I am focusing on the walk. The nearness of the event hit home this morning when on the TV I heard an advertisement for the walk/run event and we can pick up our packets now. Registration deadline is April 18th. Oh Boy! I am getting a queasy feeling. I will give it a try since I haven't ever tried something like this before. In high school, I was a sprinter. Anything longer than a 200 was not my thing.
Before I get out of your way this week, I wanted to give a big old shout out to the kids in Silver Sneakers at the gym. They are really troupers. The early week classes are over crowded and have been for quite some time. Management has turned a pretty deaf ear to adding a class so far. The current wife has given up going on Monday because of the over crowding. Someone is going to get hurt when Frantz gets to swinging his leg around. So just to get your minds off of the mess, I thought I would share this ad I ran across the other day. I just knew it had to be shared with the Sneakers folks. So you sneakerites out there and Kay, share with the others if you will.
FOXY LADY
Sexy, fashion-conscious blue-haired beauty,
80's, slim, 5'4' (used to be 5'6'),
searching for sharp-looking, sharp-dressing companion.
Matching white shoes and belt a plus.
Sue, my current wife, and I had dinner at the jones' house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. Jimmy and I were talking, and Jimmy said, 'Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great.. I would recommend it very highly..' I asked, 'What is the name of the restaurant?' Jimmy thought and thought and finally asked, 'what is the name of that flower you give to someone you love?
You know.... The one that's red and has thorns.'
'Do you mean a rose?' I replied.
'Yes, that's the one,' replied Jimmy. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, 'Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?' So it goes as we get older.
The clock is ticking. I am completely out of French Roast in the cup and in the bag. What I will do tomorrow, I don't know. There is so much happening and I confuse easily it seems. I will have to run. I am getting a tech support inquiry from the current wife. Those are always given priority you know. Until next we meet, stay cool and grounded, my friends.
P.S.: Won't be starting the leaky faucet project today after all. Just got home (3:35 pm) from my 11:00 am eye doctor appointment. Holy Moly!
P.S.S.: My kudo's to the recycling driver helping out my neighbor. He just tossed the recycling tub onto the driveway today. No extra effort at all. My faith in the human being has been severly tested. Shoot!
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