Please do not make your chewy bones out of dark brown material. When I wake up and see the remnants of one tucked carefully under my pillow for safekeeping, it looks like my dog pooped and hid it in my bed. Let’s chose a different color…. one that doesn’t represent poop or diarrhea or any other fun substances that most of us do NOT want to awaken to.
Let’s not do anything again…
Let’s wait and see how many more children and adults can be killed by crazies with assault rifles. Because god knows, we wouldn’t want to piss off the NRA… neanderthals are ugly when they’re mad.
A perfect day
My Wednesday…
Snow falling and gray sky prevents any thoughts of driving or going out to cross my mind.
Finish the one article that needed to be done by noon.
Go upstairs.
Start a roaring fire.
Grab three weeks worth of newspapers that piled up while I was gone.
Sink into easy chair with dogs lying on me to provide my belly with warmth.
Don’t get up for hours.
Glimpses of NYC
I recently spent two days in New York City remembering why is was the greatest city in the world for my youth and the worse city in the world for my extremely advanced middle age. If you want to really know what feeling out of place is like, go into Tiffany’s on Fifth Avenue in New York City wearing your $15 winter coat from Value Village and your lovely aqua wool gloves and sweat suit from Costco. The entire time I wandered around the various display cases I could feel the eyes of the security guards on me.
So much
Alaska Airlines
There is nothing gracious left about flying, from the knees in your mouth leg space to the intimate relation you inevitably develop with your seat mate who often takes up half your seat. But somehow Alaska Airlines makes it all feel not so terrible. I know that sounds like damning with faint praise but if you knew what I thought about services on most other airlines I’ve flown recently, you’d understand why my heart leapt with joy when it heard I could make it all the way to Philly on Alaska. It beats hell out of the competition.
Congress as a bad TV commercial
As I watch Congress try to do its job, and watch the supposed “fiscal cliff” rapidly approach, I can’t help but think of that little old lady who cries that she’s fallen and she can’t get up. Our US Congress is that old lady. And no amount of pushing a help button is apparently going to save it.
Zero – the Biography of a Dangerous Idea
That’s the name of the book I’m currently reading. Or, I should say, trying to read. No, I’m actually reading it, it’s understanding the math and physics that has me flummoxed. I feel like I’m back in high school physics class trying to keep my eyes open while wondering how the teacher could be saying that many words in English that made no sense to me, even though English is my first language.
More to the point, I realize that I recognize most of the names in math and physics from the Big Bang Theory. Who said TV couldn’t be
Yet another birthday wish
Happy birthday Grace, you old fart! We met 63 years ago and we’re still going strong. It doesn’t get much better than that… Oh wait. Yes it does. All those years I was jealous because you were a little older than me… well, I am officially no longer jealous that you’re older.
Happy Birthday Harris and Dad
My dad would have been 99 years old today but he left us a long time ago. My friend Harris is the big 60 today. I would call him old but he’s at least younger than my father would have been, so that’s something.
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do to get Trader Joe’s to come to Alaska? Because I’ll do it. And I do mean I’ll do anything. It’s simply not fair that they aren’t here. Do they not know how much Alaskans eat and how much that would translate into food sales for them? Anchorage alone could increase their profit margin by 100%. And it’s a win-win because Alaskans would not get fat on what Trader Joe sells since it is all that healthy, organic crap that they’ve somehow made tantalizingly delicious.
So again I ask… what do I have to do?