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Tuesday Tidbits

1.  2015, So Far You Suck



I'm not going to spend a lot of time on this, it's just too painful.  Bry was unable to overcome her separation anxieties and went back to her rescue organization.  The final incident was the bloodied, eaten blinds.  She was a wonderful pooch and I will miss her, and that's all.  I'm shelving forever all future attempts to find my best furry friend.  Somewhere MINS and Missy weep.

 2.  Things You Should Do More Gently When You Are My Age


In a weirdly bad pic, these are wounds I suffered whilst attempting the manly sport of tennis.  I used to play once in a while back in college and so I erroneously thought I could fly across the court like the olden days, only to discover my wings fell off a few years ago.  I went down like a shot hippo.  It stung for a day or two and I garnered much empathy from Norah, but as I write this on Sunday morning, I am preparing to go back out again, as my partner, Drew, is salivating at the chance to whip on me again this afternoon.

3.  Homemade Antenna


A neighbor here at Bedlam has fashioned a homemade antenna that he puts out of his window into a tree on evenings when he comes home from work.  Since cable and DISH costs continue to rise and people are trying to cut their cable this idea is intriguing.  


4. I'm not a TV commercial watcher; I make sure I can do something moderately constructive during them, but noise pollution is unavoidable.  Having said all that, I'm really sick of those Rob Lowe spots. 

5.  For All Those Norah Watcher's Out There




Norah is now a member of the Red Hat Society.  Found this beauty in a consignment shop and she looked great in it.  My mother liked wide brimmed classy hats and I couldn't resist.   

6.  US Mail, Checks, and Unsealed Envelopes  


I recently ran a playoff lotto and people sent me money to pay up if they lost.  This contestant sent their check last week.   




I turned the envelope over and noticed the back flap was open.  The check was in there...


but the envelope wasn't sealed. The little strip was still in place. Kudos to the USPS, and everyone who came in contact with it through the 1200 miles.  Granted, machines do a lot of sorting but there had to have been some human contact along the way. 

While I'm thinking of the US mail, I recall one holiday season back in high school or before, addressed "Marj and the Boys"  Sure, it was local, but still.  Lots of aspersions seem to be thrown toward small towns, but sometimes their quaintness is like a loving embrace.     

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