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If I had a t-shirt made up it would say, “Hot Water Bottles are Good in Bed!”
Here is a picture of last year’s Linton shirt:
I don’t know, is it me, or does it look better on a hot young model?
Sleepy Hollow, Gotham? What do these two things have in common besides being dumb television shows right now? Washington Irving!
Chocolate-Espresso Dacquoise. German buttercream. Chocolate ganache. Meringue . . . Oh wait, I forgot where I was.
We’re supposed to be talking about funny names, that’s it, funny names. How about Washington Irving. First name? Last name? Both?
Imagine if you will, your dad, William, saying to your mom, Sarah, “I don’t care how many kids we have, Sarah, the first one to live is named after me.” Apparently setting the standard for George Foreman.
Eleven children: William, Jr. the first, passed away, William, Jr. the second, passed away, William, Jr, the third, survived. John, solid name, but he passed away. Ann, she’s a keeper, Peter, now that’s a good name, Catherine, we’re going strong now, Ebenezer, okay maybe I shouldn’t have shared that one with Dickens, John Treat, treat—like…
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I would like to be identified as someone who does not believe in oatmeal and yet I appreciate the need to believe in it.
I had to take it to the service provider who’s name cannot be spoken. Saturday I was all set to run out to the mall (killing two errands with one bus ticket) and S. called.
She is my Scottish friend who is of Chinese decent, she has the weirdest accent you can imagine, plus she seems to have adopted the stereotypical traits of both cultures, she tends to be blunt, likes to save money and shop for a deal (she is a one woman resource for where to find things in town) and she has a rather perfunctory approach to friendship. She calls me and tries to drag me out to go swimming at 6:30am on a weekly basis, “because it is good for you and everyone needs to talk to five people a day to stay happy”.
I disagree with this on so many levels. (I could write an entire post about it and it would be funny. “Oh Rio, you make me laugh!” is her response to my opinion.)
We compromise with going for coffee and complaining about our aged mothers. She is a caregiver too. So she offered to drive me to the mall.
Apparently they need a R.C.M.P. dossier on you before you can get them to do anything. My passport is out of date and I don’t drive. The little girl, and this is not meant to as a derogatory expression, (she was tiny and maybe eighteen years old, this was her first job and her last day), well, the wee pet, I’ll call her Janet, was willing to take my phone and send it for repairs but she would not be working there when I came back and without proper documentation/I.D., they would not give me the phone. Argghhhhhh. This is not an Ipod, it’s not even a phone they make anymore but it has a slide out keyboard arranged in the same layout as a standard keyboard and I can use it without my glasses. I REALLY LIKE IT. IT WORKS FOR ME. I AM WILLING TO PAY TO FIX IT… I don’t think it would be worth it for a stranger to pay for the repairs to steal it. I was proud of the fact that I didn’t get upset.
I said, “I am so glad you got another job, I hope it is better than this one!”
“Oh it is!” Janet smiled.
Meanwhile, S. is waiting and waiting. She decided to wander off and do some of her own errands.
They had no courtesy phones left to lend me, never a good sign, but I suggested that she introduce me to someone who WOULD BE THERE ON MONDAY and she could give me her name and number and I would do the same (it would be on all the forms I had to sign) and we could keep in touch as to when I could get a courtesy phone and all the details of the repair, cost, time etc.
I introduced myself to another young lady, A. She questioned whether I had gotten the phone wet and Janet defended me. I really congratulate Janet on finding a job where her customer loyalty might be rewarded.
S. had returned after completing several shopping miracles. “THIS IS WHY I’M NEVER GETTING A CELL PHONE! TOO MUCH HASSEL…”, she announced to the store in general. We went for coffee a quick coffee after that. It was getting late and my mother would be back from her church bizaar…
I have call Voldemort this afternoon, just to keep the relationship between “A” and I fresh…
Lovely Rachel gave me a tablet. I am taking careful care of it. I sewed a quilted bag for it and I keep it charged but I really haven’t got a clue what to do with it. These days it is a glorified alarm clock. I am afraid to take it out with me.
I spend an hour every morning on the desktop computer reading and writing. I have my special keyboard that supports my wrists, my special seat that keeps my spine erect, I have a small work area with scraps of paper piled up, yes, I take jot notes with a PEN. But the real environment is in my mind, a reflective place with little stimulus and a lot of concentration.
The whole idea of taking a computer on the road with me seems too bizarre to fathom. Yet I see people everywhere focused on screens of various sizes. They are working, playing games and conversing. I have no criticism for the lack of involvement humans show their fellow man because of these devices, for I don’t believe it to be true. Human beings have many ways of ignoring each other, and many supposed reasons for doing so, this is just a new one for some… but what interests me is how do they do it?
I can barely “walk and chew gum”.