Wednesday Drivel

Gosh, can you believe it? September already. Not ready for this but will certainly take the cooler drier temps. I am sitting here sipping the French roast. Yep, second cup already. Sure is nice watching the breeze whipping through the trees. The back yard is a disaster this year. It is the worst lawn I have seen in 30 some years here. Evidently, hot, wet and humid weather is just what crabgrass and all other weeds like. Never seen crabgrass that was resistant to Roundup.

Pondering over today’s drivel, I wondered if anyone knew what the worlds shortest poem is. Think about it. The answer is later.

My current wife, Sue, has finally settled down with her laptop that I had rebuilt and upgraded. The curses, threats, screams have subsided from her office so I think I have things about right. The last opportunity I had was an out of control cursor that wanted to insert typed text anywhere it wanted. Fixed. Adjusted the sensitivity to the touchpad. File that one away for future use. Forget to mention that my “current” wife is also my only wife.

My last blog post seemed to ramble along forever so I have vowed to keep this and future ones more manageable. It just seems that there is so much to discuss and so little time.

The Grandpa Bailey’s Spoiled Dog and Canasta Club resort has continued to be rather busy. Mostly short stays. The fall is shaping up to be rather busy as well. I have the pugs for 4 days while Debby (known as #2) attends the Cranberry Festival someplace. All these years I thought she hated Cranberries. Surprise!  Oh, just so you know, she is not second best or anything like that. She was fortunate to have been our second child to be born thus the #2 tag.

Had to replace the canasta deck. The boys, Barney & Max, got on a tear the other evening.  I think it started when Barney snookered Max in there two paw game. Not certain what they were playing, probably “War”.  Well, Max took his frustration out on the deck of cards. He chewed them and flung them all over the family room. Had to give him a time out in doggie jail (the crate). Gave him some community service time as a condition for getting out.

Time for another cup of coffee so I had better go. Oh, yeah – the worlds shortest poem is:

Why
I?

Think about it. Have a good one!