Happy National Coffee Day

I had a great subject for the blog today, family. I think it was last month I wrote about my father's side of the family. This next blog entry was going to be about my mothers, the Meltzer clan. I just realized I don't know the true meaning of clan. A clam, OK......but a clan? My first thought would be a bunch of guys running around the Scottish hillsides trying hard not to have their kilts fly up. I have the Mel Gibson movie "Braveheart" on the DVR. Maybe I should watch it and get more ideas? I suppose I could just look it up but I am too lazy right now. I also just decided that subject is going on the back burner.

I wish people more people could be happy and satisfied with what they have rather than what they want. Or, in other words, the "I'll be happy when" syndrome. I think we have all been guilty of that at some time in our lives. Happiness, at least to me, is directly related to when we stop thinking that way. When I was a young teenager I sure was guilty of that, "I'll be happy when I turn sixteen and get my drivers license." I think the next step was graduating high school then maybe turning twenty one. Then it was getting married and owning a house. Yada, Yada, Yada.

Honestly, I love the life I live and I live the life I love. By the way, that's a song lyric.

Wanda had to go to "Jury Duty" this morning. She had to report at 8:30. I got a phone call at 9:30. What a colossal (she had a different word) waste of time. She told me the group had been sitting around for an hour when someone finally started giving them some instructions. "They should change the name of our service to 'a lesson in patient's day." At one time I had my full name on my driver's license and the abbreviation Chas. on voter's registration. The State of California thought I was two people so I got called a lot.

I won't bore you with the details of getting the names changed. It was a large pain in the ass.

The last time I was called I had to report to the local court. I can't remember the circumstances but do remember having to take public transportation, the bus. We live a block from a stop, the route takes about fifteen minutes to get to the court building. I got there at the appointed time, sat around until noon. We were excused for a ninety minute lunch and asked to report back at 1:30, which we did. Then, tired and sleepy from the beautiful spring day and the digesting food we sat for about an hour then were all excused.

Can you think of ANYTHING that operates like this? If a business was run the way our court system works it would be belly up before it opened the doors.

Wow, listen to me. I'm getting deep enough for hip boots here. I have a feeling you aren't reading this for philosophical and psychological enlightenment.

A while ago I asked everyone how they ate their corn on the cob. I forgot we had this picture. This is Ed the Cat who loved corn on the cob and cantaloupe. Ed is in kitty heaven probably enjoying some fruit.

I was doing a little house cleaning the other day. I forgot I had a nice French Press for coffee. I also had a regular coffee maker and an espresso latte maker. I do not consider myself a coffee snob in any way, shape or form.

I took a look in the pantry to see what I had for morning coffee. The first unopened bag was a Starbucks French Roast. I also had a very nice espresso but decided on this nice blend, an Eastern Sumatra Gold, the beans were picked by little men wearing leather aprons. It was roasted in a brick wood fired oven after drying for 26 days in a clay box that was 5 X 6 feet long and wide as well as 2 feet deep. It was specially ground using a rooter 8 blade grinder at a rotation of 5,000 rpm and immediately bagged in a hermetically sealed cotton extract bag. I used 3 tablespoons of ground coffee and 18 ounces of cold Alpine Mountain Spring Water, brewed for 3 minutes at 160 degrees. To the coffee I added 16 ounces of steamed to 150 degree non fat milk. Damn, I wish I had a chocolate doughnut.

I was giving some thought to the difficulty of the English language. Written words that are often confused like there, their, they're and then and than, where and wear, bear and bare. I just looked these up and leaned they are called Homophones, words that sound alike whether (or I guess weather) or not they are spelled differently.

What about contractions? Those are shortened words using the little ' for omitted letters. What started all of this was my use of they're which is short for they are. I counted the key strokes for the first one, they're has seven. They are has seven and a space, I guess that would be eight all together. Have things evolved to the point that we are in that much of a hurry? What's one more lousy key hit (or stroke) more or less?

The other day I decided to merge my two e mail accounts. I have the same name for both Comcast and Gmail. After doing the ten required (it's easy) steps I got this: Congratulations you have 0 contacts in your g mail account. I wonder what kind of a greeting you get if you actually have some friends?

Fun with genetics.

Can you, or can't you, make the "Live long and Prosper" Star Trek finger sign? What about taco tongue? That is, can you roll the end of your tongue? 

She said, "Have you found any cheap flights?"
He heard, "Have you found any sleep plights?"

Why do you suppose the on light of the coffee maker glows red? Shouldn't it be green?

I have got to go get something done now. I guess I'll go put the trash containers out.