I wanted to get something written before my appointment this morning. I will be sitting in front of an optometrist, or as my Grandma Sophie used to say, the op-tom-it-tur. I'm going to have drops in my eyes then the fun begins. Better or worse? Better or worse? I have been wearing glasses and having these tests done for fifty six years and always feel like I'm guessing. I don't know, better or worse?
Better, today is Friday and Wanda's home. Last night she told me how much she is looking forward to "doing nothing" today. Well, we got up and went to Safeway around 6:15. By 8 AM she was going nuts, "doing nothing." In the last hour or so she has dusted, cleaned the toilets and started laundry. We truly make a great pair. I drink the coffee and move around the house like a sloth. Wanda drinks decaf and moves around the house like a cheetah. I'm pretty sure if we met in Africa, or wherever these animals live, we wouldn't be together. As a matter of fact, she probably would have had me for dinner.
Last December 24th the blog had a number of questions about how different people did various things. Like, eating watermelon or folding the toilet paper. Wanda reminded me of something this morning. She asked me to pass this along, so I am.
How do you put shoes and socks on? A sock and a sock and a shoe and a shoe? A sock and a shoe and a sock and a shoe? Or, some variation of? Now I put on my left sock, right sock, left shoe and right shoe, then I tie my left then the right. I do this method unless I am wearing sandals or my Tevas since those have Velcro.
Wanda does left sock, right sock, right shoe and tie, left shoe and tie. I think this is stupid. I mean, what if she has to suddenly run outside? She would have one tied and one untied shoe. Now, my way makes more sense. If I had to run outside suddenly both my shoes would be untied giving me a more even trip potential. I don't mean like going on a trip, I mean falling down.
Also, what about pants? I happen to put my left leg in followed by my right leg. I do that for pantsing jeans, dockers, or dress pants. Wanda puts her right leg in first followed by her left. I have nothing to say about that technique. I suppose both are fine. After all, you can't have much variation with pants and legs.
At this juncture I could ask the guys about underpants (I love that word) but I really don't care. In case any of you do care, I wear boxer briefs. On occasion I do wear jockey underpants but only on my head. They make a great substitution for a chefs toque should you need one in a pinch.
Lady, please! We finished our shopping just as the sky opened. It was raining really, really hard on the way to the car. A lady, maybe early thirties, was running toward us, getting drenched in the process. She looked like she had extremely large balloons or maybe a couple of bolster pillows under her SF Giants T-shirt. The shirt had a large rip in front (under the pillows). Please, look in a mirror before you go out in public. Honestly, some things we can't do much about but others we sure can.
We have call waiting and caller I.D. When our phone rings we see the callers info on our television screen which is kind of cool. Yesterday I needed to talk to a cruise buddy, my "sister", Marilyn. While she and I were talking I heard a beep.....beep, looked on the TV screen and saw it was Wanda, calling from the office. It was her lunch hour so I figured it may be important and I should answer. From this point our call went like this:
Me, "Marilyn, I'm getting another call, it's from Wanda so hang on." here I push some button, "Wanda?" "No, it's me," said Marilyn. Then I said, "OK, hang on again." I pushed a button and said, "Hello, Wanda?" "No, still me," said Marilyn. "Sorry," I said, "hang on again." I pushed a button and said, "Hello," and heard, "Still here," from Marilyn. "One more time," I said, "Wanda?" and again heard, "No, it's me." from Marilyn. I just love all these features I can't manipulate. By the way, if you received the text I sent to Wanda yesterday would you please send it back. It's lost.
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