Happy Mother’s Day

 …to all you moms out there.

How it’s made

How does a priest make Holy Water?

He boils the Hell out of it. 

Ba Boomp

Shuddup. You will repeat it. 

Making the Rounds

 Four or five nights a week the video doorbell gives a “motion detected at the front door” alert. This usually happens in the overnight hours, anywhere from 1-4 AM. It is invariably a big fat raccoon walking across the yard, near the porch. Strangely, he is always crossing right to left. Heading somewhere, never returning. 

Where does he go? Is this part of his normal exercise routine, a normal walking pattern he never varies? Is this his route to work?  Is my neighbor’s garbage can the nearest “store” where he gets his last-minute “groceries”? 

I don’t know where the raccoon comes from. I don’t know where he is going. I do know I’m on the way to wherever it is. 

All that plus arthritis

 Here is a medical update you did not ask for. The hand doctor injected my recalcitrant finger with a dose of cortisone this morning. I should know in the coming days if that injection heals my trigger finger/tendonitis or if I need surgery. The good doc says injections work 75% of the time. 

My hand is still a little numb, so mouse handling is a bit sketchy right now. 

What is wrong with people?

 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. 

This day

 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. 

No accounting for taste

 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.