I haven’t been quite up to par the last few days.
I’m sure it will pass.
I ended up falling asleep at midday today, which is really unusual.
I’m going to eat early and rest.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
Lucky finally becomes lucky.
A Lesson from the Laundry
From November 19, 2019
The high spot of our day so far is a visit to the laundromat.
Yesterday I brought in one of Patty’s coats to be cleaned, and we picked it up this morning. The cheerful little woman who runs the place held up the coat with a big smile and said, “Look how nice it came out!” It looked like it had just come off the rack. “My wife is going to be very pleased when she sees it,” I said. “Yes, please make sure you show it to her,” she answered.
It’s always a pleasure to deal with someone who takes pride in her work and wants to do a good job for her customers. And it should be appreciated. Any one of us can make the world a better place just by showing our appreciation to all the different people who serve us in so many different ways. We’ve become very fond of our supermarket checkout clerks, the folks at our local Chinese restaurant, and the local merchants with whom we regularly do business–and now our laundress, too. These people deserve to be appreciated. And we’d be hard put to do without them.
Loving your neighbor doesn’t have to be a Broadway production number. And we all have it in our power to do it–in those little ways that have a way of adding up into something very good.
Doberman finds kittens in shed and another dog meets her kitten sister
Guy swears he’s not going to keep his foster dog.
The Private Life of Violet Crepuscular (‘Oy, Rodney’) REPRINT
From July 2, 2023
“My private, personal life,” writes Violet Crepuscular, preparing to burrow into Chapter DCXLIII of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, “is almost as passionate and exciting as the lives of my various characters in my epic romance, Oy, Rodney.” [Editorial comment: Oh, do shut up!]
“Even as I plotted the eruption of Mt. Scurveyshire,” she continues, despite protests, “I was being courted by my neighbor Mr. Pitfall’s evil but incredibly dashing cousin, Mr. Stinky. He is on leave from somewhere. He read my latest chapter and immediately proposed marriage to me!” [“Honestly, your honor, I had no idea how absolutely awful this book would be before I published some of it…”]
Ms. Crepuscular continues, rather like a tank rolling over weakly-defended trenches: “At this point I was considering having the hibernating rhino wake up and run amok; but in order to keep the suspense going, I’ve put it off. Instead, we are going to go to The Lying Tart and see what that ritual poking business is about.” For a more detailed explanation, she turns to Constable Chumley.
“Fthairvin, yodz, I habna raickle shifft!” “No one says it better!” chimes in Ms. Crepuscular. “Is that suspense, or what!”
We are unable to confirm or refute a rumor that William Shatner has agreed to reprise his old Star Trek role, Captain Kirk, if they ever make a movie out of Oy, Rodney. Johnno the Merry Minstrel says it’s a sure thing… but who can believe a fictional character?
Highly Exalted
So far, so good.
Today was rather difficult. The Nor’easter sort of sucked all the oxygen out of the room as far as new goes. Not much has materialized where I am (for which I am grateful). I hope it stays that way and we don’t have a power failure (my biggest concern).
I’m going to fold my tent and watch some TV.
It’s been gray and rainy off and on all day, with some pretty hefty wind gusts. That’s more than enough for me.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
PS Don’t forget to look at Byron’s baby picture. I love it.
Animal pictures to brighten up a gray, gloomy day.
By Request: Byron’s Baby Picture REPRINT
From May 29, 2019
While I grow older and vegetate in the doctor’s waiting room this morning, we have a request from “Unknowable” for Byron the Quokka’s baby picture. Always happy to oblige, so here it is.
There is, of course, a whole family album to trot out; but Byron eschews celebrity status. I am not sure he knows what “eschews” means. The last time I used that word, he said “Gesundheit.”