.....and I don't mean dungarees. OK kids, when is the last time you read or used the word dungarees? From the on-line Merriam Webster dictionary:
a heavy coarse durable cotton twill woven from colored yarns; specifically : blue denim
Now that is a silly word. It refers to a fabric but it can also be something to wear.....and the first four letters are dung. Putting it mildly, dung is the feces of an animal. Another good word, feces. "Harold, it's very cold, so before you go outside to play put warm socks on your feces."
Cousin Lynne called over the week end. She and husband Marshall as well as sister Carol reside in the San Diego area. We caught up on the family news and talked about organic strawberries and Fuji apples. It seemed very natural to put fruit and family in the same conversation. Anyhow, she mentioned one of her grand kids thinks shrubbery is a good word and I agree. Go ahead, say this one three times, shrubbery, shrubbery, shrubbery.
The summer before nursing school I took a genetics engineering course. I did very well, got a good grade, and couldn't tell you anything I learned. To say this subject matter was over my head would be a gross understatement. I couldn't reach it if I had a twenty foot ladder. One of the few things I do remember is both parents pass traits to their off spring, or children.
I used to joke about Younger Daughter Rebecca getting looks from her mother and brains from me. She was very lucky. If it had been the other way around she would be dumb and ugly. At this point I should write something like I don't mean to imply her mother (the bad spouse) wasn't bright......but honestly, if she was a light bulb she'd be 30 watts. Or maybe the bulb in the fridge, on only when needed, off most of the time.
I got in a little hot water during the divorce procedure from the bad spouse. I insisted the lawyer representing me put the following in the paper work: as to visitation, week ends, every other major holiday, and when ever she (Rebecca) has trouble with math. That didn't go over very well. I had to pay several hundred dollars to have the paperwork rewritten. My lawyer had to rescind the request and wrote; "the request for visitation when Rebecca had trouble with math was a poor attempt of Mr. Shulak's humor.
I thought it was funny then and I think it's funny now. It's not my fault if some people have no understanding or feeling for levity and jest, is it?
Flash forward twenty seven years. Rebecca, in spite of everything, turned out pretty well. Divorce is hard on children. I know because my folks split up when I was five years old. But when all the dust settles the kids are better off with one parent. Living with a couple that don't like each other would be terrible.
Another visit to "The Twilight Zone" or Like Father Like Daughter.
Many of the immediate family are Harry Potter fans. The books are entertaining, the movies well done. There are many web sites dedicated to the material in JK Rowlings work. When Wanda was done using Freeda last night I asked if I could 'borrow' her. I spent about an hour exploring a site called Pottermore. It's an interactive web site that explores the writings of Rowling with lots of back story. It's interesting, and fun, and the screen name assigned to me is Witchsparks27920.
If interested, while on the web site, you can list your friends screen names. You only need to do this once. When you sign in, if your friends are also using the site, you can communicate. Last night I was going to add Rebecca to my friends list, technically not really a list, as she would be the only name on it. I didn't because I couldn't remember if she sent it and if so, where it was.
Once I finished my morning exercise and kitchen duty. I must take a moment to brag a little. This morning the Wii Fit said I weighed under 170 pounds for the first time since December 2010. I thought I would send Rebecca a text asking her Pottormore screen name. I keep my cell phone next to this lap top, I picked it up, and noticed I had an unread message.
Sent yesterday at 5:33 PM from Rebecca the message reads: "What's your user name on Pottermore? We can add each other. You can e mail it to me later when you're online."
Like father like daughter?
My cell phone has reject or accept capabilities. I only have a few numbers in my address book. Even if I don't recognize a calling number I always answer. This is a sad commentary of my social life. Yesterday I received, in rapid succession, two wrong number calls. They happened so fast and I didn't fully hear what or who the calling party was looking for. I wondered, did they have my number for someone else or were they hitting the wrong key? The equivalent of dialing the wrong number when phones had dials. I thought I might help, so I called them back.
I figured I already wasted several cell minutes so I used the home phone to call out. While I was doing this I thought I was going well out of my way to assist this person. What a nice guy, I was taking the time to call. I hit the keys, their phone began to ring, and no one answered.
They probably have caller ID and didn't recognize the number.
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