Sunday, September 27, 2009


I've been thinking off and on all day about what I could post here today, but I finally realized that for now, at least, the well is dry. So..

Today's bumper sticker: "Rock is Dead! Let's hear it for paper and scissors!"

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


I think one third of my life has been spent on waiting. I'm still not good at it! You know what I mean; it's not like a kid waiting for Christmas, it's more like waiting at the dentist. We wait in line at the store and at the bank, we wait for phone calls and for busy lines to be free. We wait for the report from our doctors, and we wait at the hospital when they want more tests. We wait without water for the plumber to come, and without electricity until the check clears. Wait, wait, wait.

When I worked, I also waited for projects to get done, and people to cool down. I waited to pull into the parking space, and at the red lights to go home. I waited to be picked up from work, and I waited for the kids to get in the car so we could leave the daycare.

I could go on and on, but you're waiting for the 30 seconds to count down, aren't you?

John Milton: "They also serve, who only stand and wait."

Bumper sticker for today : "I brake suddenly for tailgaters."

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Sleepy time

My daughter is going to Virginia beach for her vacation next week, and I don't want her to go. Yes, I know she's 29; that she is going with 3 other girlfriends; that she drove all the way to Rehoboth Beach with me a couple of years ago and did fine; that she is a careful driver. But still, drivers are such maniacs on the road anymore, you need eyes in the back of your head to watch out for them. And like all moms, I worry about strangers at the hotel, etc. etc. I mainly worry late at night in a pattern that all mothers are familiar with, where I am very sleepy but my brain won't SHUT UP. I woke up at 5:30 this morning, which is a great improvement over the usual 4 am awakening. I have been sleeping pill free for several weeks, hurrah for me. But this trip next week will probably shoot all of that down, and it will be Ambien until she gets home.

I got three new art prints yesterday from All Posters, to replace four nice prints of the 4 seasons (not the singers; spring summer, etc.) which have been hanging for 35 years, here and in CA. It is hard to remember a time when they were not up, but I am tired of them and the new ones look great. See photos below from the All Posters web site.

Bumper sticker for today: Untie Dyslexic Church of Dog (with a picture of a running dog trailing a leash).

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Pretty Lame

It took two days and five people, but we got the lumber out, all the branches gathered and chipped up, the chips spread under the shelter roof, and sufficiently healed ourselves so we can bend over again. NEVER again.

I enrolled in another online photo workshop, this one for the Nikon D40 camera, which I bought not long ago. The manual for it is almost useless, explaining what a button or dial is for (like " this button switch between AE-S and AE-F") which means WTF? It starts in October, and I will post photos from the classes here. Aren't you thrilled?

We have too many cats. Between the dogs and the cats, we are regular clients at the vets, and honor I could do without. Just keeping up with the food and litter requirements is a major task. And we don't have enough laps to go around, so the cats play musical laps. (This only makes sense if you know what musical chairs is.)

One story from childhood you might enjoy. Or not. Anyway, I went to a private school for first grade, because I was only 4 when I started. From second through to high school I was the youngest in my class, and certainly one of the most ignorant when it came to dirty jokes and such.
For example:

A young man goes into a drug store to buy condoms. The pharmacist says the condoms come in packs of 3, 9 or 12 and asks which the young man wants. "Well," he said, "I've been seeing this girl for a while and she's really hot. I want the condoms because I think tonight's "the" night. We're having dinner with her parents, and then we're going out. And I've got a feeling I'm gonna get lucky after that. Once she's had me, she'll want me all the time, so you'd better give me the 12 pack." The young man makes his purchase and leaves.

Later that evening, he sits down to dinner with his girlfriend and her parents. He asks if he might give the blessing, and they agree. He begins the prayer, but continues praying for several minutes. The girl leans over and says, "You never told me that you were such a religious person."

He leans over to her and says, "You never told me that your father is a pharmacist."

I had a vague idea about "getting lucky" but what were condoms? So ignorant. Not like today when any 8 year old can tell jokes (other than knock knock jokes).

"Two zebras are talking and one asks the other, "Am I black with white
stripes or white with black stripes?" The other replies, "Well I don't
know. You should pray to God about that and ask him." So that night he did
and God replied, "You are what you are." The next day he said to the other
zebra, "I still don't understand what I am because God just said, You are
what you are." The second zebra responds, "You must be white with black
stripes or else God would have said, Yo is what yo is."

Or maybe not. Most kids' jokes have something about poop in them.

Onwards, ever onwards. Pictures, next time, I promise.

Bumper sticker: "Boldly going nowhere."