I saw a woman, probably around thirty, carrying a cat around the grocery store yesterday. She had it in a baby carrier across her chest.
WTH? Are there no Board of Health laws?
I’m willing to bet my next paycheck she is single.
I saw a woman, probably around thirty, carrying a cat around the grocery store yesterday. She had it in a baby carrier across her chest.
WTH? Are there no Board of Health laws?
I’m willing to bet my next paycheck she is single.
Not only is it Star Wars day, it is my youngest granddaughter’s birthday. She turns seven. This little one is filled with joy and fun. She has a great sense of humor.
The wall next to my desk is covered with her drawings. She is so sweet and I hope life and eventually the cruelty of middle school girls doesn’t suck that joy from her.
I’ve always read a lot. For some reason outside of the Game of Thrones, I’ve never really enjoyed SciFi. I don’t know why. I vaguely remember buying a paperback back in the Seventies about a rooster, basilisk, and a dog. I found it weird.
Aside: the internet is awesome. I typed in “Rooster, Basilisk , and Dog book” into the search engine and learned the novel was “The Book of the Dun Cow” by Walter Wangerin Jr. it came out in 1978. I’m sure I bought it because of the title.
Some folks like rap music and opera. Some people don’t like John Wayne movies. I’ve even heard people opine that Sean Connery isn’t the best James Bond, so my unfondness for science fiction isn’t completely egregious.
The temperature is in the thirties this morning.
…The resident cardinals are getting “busy” on the edge of the gutter outside my window. Now one of them is singing in the broken maple tree. Life is universal…
Anyway, anyone who has read here a while knows I love baseball. The youngest granddaughter plays softball and she plays a game this morning. Near freezing temps and sitting at a ball diamond makes for a miserable morning. Just wait until one of those girls hits that big old ball with a metal bat! Ouch.
It won’t matter to the granddaughter, her birthday is Monday and she is having a party with her friends this afternoon.
Life is good.
I suppose it is a function of finance. Yesterday was payday, so it felt like a Friday. Imagine my disappointment to discover I have to go to work today. Then we must consider yesterday’s deposit was only possible because I am working. I better plop in front of that computer this morning, no matter my level of enthusiasm, if I want another similar deposit mid-month. So it goes, probably until I die.
If we are a net exporter of oil, we shouldn’t be victims of the global increase in oil prices.
The president needs to open the straight or bomb the heck out of Iran until they do.
Gas prices in Indiana have only topped $5 one other time. Trump is moving into Biden territory.
My Dad always told me to never start a fight I couldn’t finish. True words indeed.
The UN just put Iran on the nuclear arms committee. Enough.
It is long past time we got a divorce. The UN should get out of the US and the US should get out of the UN. We have everything to gain and nothing to lose.