Of resolutions and beavers.....

Friday to Monday morning, seventy two hours that passed quickly!

It's October. Hey, October.....octo, it means eight. Why isn't October the eighth month of the year? An octopus is called an octopus because it has eight tentacles. Maybe October is the tenth month of the year because, an octopus has, ten tacles?

Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas will be here and gone almost as fast as Friday to Monday. We all know it because we say it every year, "It's already the first of the year?" I'm doing my new years resolution now. I am going to appreciate and enjoy every one of the ninety days left in 2011.

I read of a new TV program about a person who has total autobiographical recall. The article went on to say that twenty two people had been identified with this strange ability. These individuals are supposed to be able to recall, almost perfectly, every day of their adult lives.

I have a pretty good memory. I can look back on certain days of my life and picture those surroundings. I remember what I was doing, where I was doing it, and who, if anyone, I was with. Almost all of these days had something special or particular about them. But, the ordinary, not so hot days, no thanks. Once was enough.

Yesterday, while watching one of several ballgames, I saw a series of commercials for electric and hybrid cars. It's a damn shame the prices on these vehicles are so high. The people who need to work, the people who most need to save money, probably can't afford them.

I'm trying to write and listen to sports talk radio streaming from Detroit. No, I can't multi-task. I have a difficult time when Jill the Cat is licking my left hand. I better turn the radio.....what a sec, I have the show streaming on the computer so I don't turn it off, or shut it off, I close the window.

I close the window? What should I do if it starts raining?

I hate it when my spell check highlights a word and rather than a suggestion I see, "WHAT is that?" The spell check is, without a doubt, the most valuable tool I use.

Wanda and I live about fifteen minutes from Martinez.

Officials in Martinez, Calif., ordered an artist to paint over the image of a beaver he included in the mural he was commissioned to create for the city.

Martinez officials said they had the artist paint over the beaver because the animal, while beloved by city residents, does not belong on the downtown mural alongside images of Martinez natives including John Muir and Joe DiMaggio.

Everyone is saying we hate beavers, but this is not about liking beavers or not liking beavers, We went through a lengthy planning process, and never once did anyone ask for a beaver. Not one person said, 'Hey, I have an idea, let's put a beaver in there."

The artist said he was so upset by the city's request that he also painted over his own name on the mural. "I feel they do not respect me," he said. "Every day, people ask me, "Where is the beaver?" "So, I want to please the people and I put in a beaver. It was really a very small beaver. But the city did not want it."

.....finally, I'm at a loss for words.