After eleven successive days of rain the sun is shining. The sky is blue it's about fifty five degrees. The clouds are those cotton ball type. With a little imagination you can see many things. A big elephant and a turtle, a swan and a dog, a cat, a frog, and my mother. My mother? She is looking down on me, shaking her finger saying, "It's nice, get out and do something."
At least when it's raining I have an excuse for sitting on my ass. I know I really should get out and do something, anything. Pull a weed, trim a bush, take out the garbage. And, until I do, I will not stop thinking about it. I will never, ever, ever, ever shake that "Jewish Guilt Blues."
I should practice what I used to preach. When Rebecca was in school she would wait until the last minute to finish papers. I would tell her how much easier it is to "just do it." If you "just do it" then there is none of that procrastination anxiety. Ten minutes ago I was trying to watch a movie. I kept looking at this lap top thinking I needed to write something. Now that I am writing, the yard is making me nuts. It's now 1:10 I have got to go out and do something and I will, honest.
Twenty five minutes later. I took the compost out, brought the recycle in and trimmed one of the sixteen bushes/shrubs we have in the back yard. It's a much better feeling, having accomplished something. Now I can concentrate on eating cookies and taking a nap.
It's interesting, thinking about a topic for the blog. Some days its easy, some days difficult. Some days I think of something while other ideas come from Wanda. I could find something to write about if I felt like reading a couple of newspapers or spending more time on TV or computer news. I ran across this while looking for something this morning. It is an old piece of news but I think it deserves attention.
NASHVILLE, Tenn. - An American Airlines flight was forced to make an emergency landing Monday morning after a passenger lit a match to disguise the scent of flatulence, authorities said.
The Dallas-bound flight was diverted to Nashville after several passengers reported smelling burning sulfur from the matches, said Lynne Lowrance, spokeswoman for the Nashville International Airport Authority. All 99 passengers and five crew members were taken off and screened while the plane was searched and luggage was screened.
The FBI questioned a passenger who admitted she struck the matches in an attempt to conceal a "body odor," Lowrance said. She had an unspecified medical condition, authorities said.
"It's humorous in a way but you feel sorry for the individual, as well," she said. "It's unusual that someone would go to those measures to cover it up."
The flight took off again, but the woman was not allowed back on the plane. The woman, who was not identified, was not charged in the incident.
What can I possibly write after that? Ninety four people were held over in Nashville due to excessive farting?
I was looking through an AARP magazine the other day, talk about depressing. I enjoy many of the articles but the ads I can surely live without. Stair lifts, motorized chairs to get you up and down the stairs (hey, that's not bad, I made a rhyme). Adjustable beds, will get you in positions you never thought possible. Home Medical Alarm, for when you need the very best. OraMoist, for dry mouth and any other area you care to wet. Bath enclosures, shower stalls, hearing aids, glasses, dentures, you get the picture.I actually did some research on hearing aids. I was very surprised at the prices. Most of what I looked at were in the 4-500 dollar range although I did see one that was 29 bucks and only "slightly used."
I think I'll wait until I really, really need help. For now I will continue to use the subtitles on the TV at home. Cousin Lynne told me you can get headphones at movie theaters for hearing assistance. And, to tell the truth, not hearing adds a lot of fun to our lives.
Lon Simmons was a bay area Hall Of Fame sportscaster. Several years ago we were at a baseball game and received a free CD of his calls. The most known and signature home run call was, "Tell It Good-Bye" which also was the name of the CD. Wanda and I were cleaning up our spare room and found the recording.
She said, "When did we get that Lon Simons, "Tell It Good-Bye" C.D?"
I heard, "When did we get those long seven pelicans that buy T.V.s?"
I heard, "You want me to call a Witch Doctor?"
She said, "No, I said to close the dish washer."
She said, "I think we should get a burrito."
I heard, "I think we should go to Reno."
I said, "Is that web site you wanted www crooked colon?"
She said, "No, it's www coca cola."
She said, "Who do you trust?'
I heard, "What about the dust?"
She said, "I was feeling great."
I heard, "You are about to ovulate?"
I was reading an ad for a home sale. Among the many things described in this house was a duel raised sink with "a toilet surrounded by cultured marble." Do you suppose you need to read a novel while in there? Sorry, no People Magazines or 1000 Jokes for the John in here.
What ever you do with the rest of this Monday, remember, as Oogway the Kung Fu Master Turtle said in Kung Fu Panda, "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present."
So, be sure to give yourself a present.
And a note to our good friend Andi: By the time we get around to selling this place we'll probably be wheeling around the old folks home wearing lobster bibs and calling each other Henry. The kids can figure out what to do with the patched hole in the family room.
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