So, how would you like your Drivel today? Over Easy? Scrambled? Hard Boiled? Scrambled you say! Okay, here we go. Fasten your seat belts, folks, the ride may get bumpy.
It is 6:30 am on Tuesday here in Iowa and I am desperately looking for my rain gear. It is raining here finally. We haven't had a rain in a long long time. Almost forgot what it looked like. As you know by now, our trash must be at the curb by 7:00 am. I have 30 minutes to get it out and it is raining. I will get it all rounded up inside and wait until the very last minute to take it out. I have no idea where the rain gear is, so I am going to get wet I think.
Kinnick is staying at Grandpa Bailey's Doggie Fitness Center and Spa this week. He has been doing well as usual. He is adjusting to the daily intense workouts. I don't think he particularly likes it when his Mom goes out of town because he has to sweat instead of sleep all day. That reminds me. You may remember when I first opened the fitness center I had installed a French doggie bidet. I had all sorts of trouble with them. The dogs just couldn't get comfortable with them, especially the spritz of water at the conclusion. I had no choice but to remove them. Last week Yvette stopped by. Yvette is a sales rep with the French doggie bidet company. She wanted to show me the new model they have come out with. Apparently, I wasn't the only customer to complain. This model has several enhancements including adjustable spritz pressure, adjustable nozzle pattern, and a treat feature when elimination is successful. Going against my better judgement I agreed to let them install just 1 of the units at no cost to me. I also negotiated on-sight 3 day training for me as well as the doggie users. More on that next time. It is being installed today.
K, my silver sneaker trainer, updated me on her initial experience with her GARBY. It was delivered when she was out of town. On her return home at 9:30 pm, she found it smack dab in the center of her driveway. She almost ran it over since she didn't really expect something like that and being about half asleep after a long drive. I think she kicked it out of the way, parked the car and went to bed. The next day she did make some calls to the Gestapo to vent. She related that she didn't really achieve anything other than to reduce her blood pressure. I reminded K to forgive your enemy, but remember the bastard's name. BTW, NO my sneakers are not silver. That is what they call the fitness program for old, gray haired, dudes and dudesses like me.
We welcomed Franz and Frau Franz back to class yesterday. Seems they have been on an extended vacation to New York. Good to have them back and as last report, they didn't make too big of a mess while there.
Several times I have lamented on how the commercials on TV are really the "pits". Charmin or somebody has the soft and strong toilet tissue that "cleans you and keeps you clean". There is the endless prescription drug commercials touting all sorts of relief from rather unmentionable conditions while warning you the pills may cause everything including death. Now, Hanes has finally caved in. They couldn't resist the temptation apparently. A latest commercial shows 2 lovely young ladies sitting on stools. They are bantering about their fingernails or something. The lovely on the left begins squirming, gets off her stool and is trying to adjust something behind her. Come to find out her panties are "binding" and "riding up". Lovely on the right advises her to wear Hanes panties - "they don't ride up" she says. Is this type of commercial REALLY the future trends? Have we lost all sense of what is decent? Am I really concerned about being confident of staying clean while I clean myself with a certain tissue? Not really but I suppose I should be a little more concerned.
Fast forward 12 hours. I started writing this morning. As fate would have it, Jenny, the elder, called. She is in Colorado this week and she was checking on her dog, Kinnick. The poor thing is racked with allergies this year. He is on a regime of Benadryl but his eyes started oozing gooey stuff. Naturally we were concerned and pondered whether to take him to the vet. Well our gut instincts won out and we took him this afternoon but I digress. She talked long enough that I ran out of time to Blog. I had an 8:30 appointment. Part of my sentence for opening my mouth when I shouldn't. Church techie type work you know. I didn't complete my tasks until this afternoon; then it was off to the Vet. Well it appears Baby, Kinnick, continues to suffer from the allergies and they are now manifesting in his eyes. Twenty minutes later and $80 lighter we leave the office with new meds including eye drops. You see running a doggie fitness center isn't all fun and games.
Baby is a hoot going to the vet. He knows instantly when we enter the partaking lot where he is. He is soooo excited to get out and sniff the air and run right up to the door. He waits breathlessly for us to catch up and open the door for him. We get inside and he immediately, I mean within a second, becomes a quivering mass of yellow lab jello. He can't sit still, stand still or find a place to hide. Back and forth he paces, grabbing his leash in his mouth as if to say "if you aren't taking me out, I'm taking myself". He then realizes that he can't open the door because he doesn't have wee-wee thumb. Its back to pacing. His exit is the reverse of his entrance, as soon as his nose hits fresh air, the strut is back and he can't get into the car quick enough. I told you it was a hoot.
Well my French Roast was gone a long, long time ago. There is no caffeine glow at all. My eyes are getting droopy so it must be time to wrap this blasted thing up. My current wife, Sue, just reminded me that you know you are getting older when everything either dries up or leaks. She caught me off guard with that one. I am now pondering this to see if there are any hidden meanings or innuendo. Until next time, TA!
PS - My current wife has imposed a rule that states that I MUST let her review my blog before it is posted. This is to more or less eliminate stupid spelling and grammar guffaws. As with my mouth, my fingers will sometimes do there own thing when they know better. As a result of this pre-release rule and my tardiness in getting this done, Trashy Tuesday - Drivel over easy has morphed into Whacky Wednesday - Homemade Drivel on Wheat Toast. Enjoy my friends. Jump in the French Roast is GREAT this morning. TA! again.
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