Trashy Tuesday 10/22/2013

 

It's Not What You Gather, But What You Scatter That Tells What Kind Of Life You Have Lived!

It is Tuesday again. Boy, when you are 67, these weeks go by so fast. Seems like it was only yesterday that it was Monday. Come on in and find a place. We have French Roast on tap today. You may notice that today in addition to the freshly ground Organic Free Trade coffee, we have an assortment of pastries thanks to the newly opened Dunkin Donuts. Yum, Yum!

That reminds me of the first time I had tasted a Dunkin Donut. It was in Pennsylvania in the town where we stayed. Don't remember the name of the town at this age. What I do remember is that we drove from there for 2 hours to attend an Iowa vs Penn St. football game. It was an epic night game. It began raining at noon on Saturday and continued until just after the game was over. Not only were we soaked to the bone but cold as well. It didn't matter too much because we won the game. The game was over around 11:00 pm. We drove our 2 hours back to our hotel. Bedtime came at about 2:00 am in the morning. With our friends we managed to crawl in the car at about 7:00 am. Yep, 5 hours of sleep. At that point we decided a big hot cup of coffee was needed to get us going. At the local Dunkin Donuts store, we purchased a “Joe Pa” travel mug and filled it with coffee. This was my first experience with Dunkin Donuts. By the way, the wife of our cartoon friend is still shivering. 
 
Last week was one of introspection for me. I was pondering the merits of upgrading my phone, an experience similar to buying a car for the time it takes. Finally, it was decided to take the plunge. We gathered with Debby, the younger at Applebee's for a good meal to build our stamina. Once we were done with the meal, in we go to the cell phone store. Name is taken with our purpose for visiting and down we sit. The place wasn't real busy but it was 35 minutes before we were introduced to our account rep. I already knew what I wanted so I didn't have to be sold on a phone, just change my plan, sign and out we go. One hour and 15 minutes later, the “out we go” actually occurred. What happened in between was just plain agonizingly slow. A group of monks could have written this on papyrus quicker. “What's that?” Oh, I got a Samsung Galaxy S4. I went from an LG dumb phone. I now am officially in tune with the rest of the family which is great because when we go out for dinner now, I won't be the only one looking around. We all can be checking texts and messages at the same time and don't even have to talk to each other. How cool is that?

I see our friend the Nester is here today. “Good Morning! How do you like our coffee?” “You are on your third cup already and have something to share. Great! Go for it.” Nester stands and relates a story she heard a while back. She said “A Baptist pastor was presenting a children's sermon. During the sermon, he asked the children if they knew what the resurrection was. Now, asking questions during children's sermons is crucial, but at the same time, asking children questions in front of a congregation can also be very dangerous. Having asked the children if they knew the meaning of the resurrection, a little boy raised his hand........ The pastor called on him and the little boy said, "I know that if you have a resurrection that lasts more than four hours you are supposed to call the doctor." It took over ten minutes for the congregation to settle down enough for the service to continue.” HO, HO! That is a hoot! Great story. Can I have some quiet please? Settle down folks! Yes, it was a funny story. 
 
Listen up guys, here we go. There are still some donuts left so help yourself to some more. Yes, I know Jake has had six already. That is between him and his cardiologist. 
 
The great potato caravan trip has been postponed for this year. There was just one logistic problem after another that popped up. Too bad. Charles, not his real name, and the Doorman typically get a bunch of 50 pound bags and distribute them to various local food pantries. Only about 600 hundred pounds were brought down by The Doorman, well short of the norm. I, thus, lost my chance of a road trip. Boo Hoo! 
 
Good God, Batman! I just looked out my window and it is raining white rain. Wait, no that's not right. My current wife, Sue, is trying to explain that it is snow. OMG, I can't handle snow in October or November, December, January or February for that matter. What are we going to do? Yesterday, I racked my little patootie off to get the leaves down to the curb so the City's Binford 12000 leaf sucking machine can suck up my leaves. How does snow affect that? I didn't get my back yard mowed for the last time. Shoot, so many things on my list to do before this day. I imagine I am in trouble with the current wife now. This kind of thing is the downside of procasteration, oops, I meant procrastination. Sorry folks, I am still thinking about the children's sermon above. 
 
How is your week looking so far besides being cold and now snow? I have Sears coming in to look at my stove. Not that they haven't seen a stove before but I want them to check the oven functioning before Thanksgiving. I then have a teeth cleaning tomorrow, an auto repair appointment on Thursday, a doctor's appointment Friday and I believe a frontal lobotomy on Saturday. Love to pay overtime.

Oh, the car appointment. My current wife decided to go to the Iowa/Ohio State game last weekend. She drove to Chicago on Friday, met up with a tailgating friend and went to Columbus. On Sunday she returned. At 7:30 she stopped at a station in the Quad Cities for gasoline. A fellow customer informed her that she had something dragging under her car. She looked, she saw, she called me (an hour away). We decided she should see if anyone at the station could look under there and see what was going on. I'm certain she used her “little old Hottie Lady” wiles to get help. Two young guys jumped at the chance. The skinner of the two crawled under her car, removed the offending part and explained that it was just a catalytic heat converter lower heat shield. She could proceed home without a problem. She called me when she was on the road again to let me know. I immediately unpacked my over night bag and changed back into my comfy clothes. Hence, the appointment on Thursday for repairs. Just how much fun is life these days? Ever feel like curling up in a little ball in bed and staying there?

My time on the clock indicates that I need to get this to my editing staff. I will close this out by thanking everyone for their attention today. It is always a joy to have a crowd that keeps their eyes open and don't fall asleep. Living in the '60's and lovin it ----TA!