It looks like I have finally figured out how to post Lee’s articles from the past. It took quite a bit of figuring out, but it really looks like it is do-able now.
I will start posting the much older posts first.
The article today was relatively new, but that was just today to test-run the mechanics of actually doing the posting. That is a really awkward sentence, for which I apologize.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody
Patty
I check my checking account balance every day. Just a habit from being a bookkeeper for a long time. I noticed the day before yesterday that there was an odd amount being withheld from the balance. I called the bank and was told I would get a call back. When they called back they told me that because Lee had died they were holding money back.
I had not told them of Lee’s death yet, so I assume it was Social Security who informed them. I had to run to the bank with a copy of the death certificate, fill out and sign a couple of forms and it was rectified. If I had not done so, anything that would come in for Lee (like his pay) would bounce back out of the account. Nice one, guys–a call to me would have been a help. I had had the account with that bank for close to fifty years. We were also assured at that time that it was joint–no problem if a death should occur. Wouldn’t it have been just dandy if my check to the lawyer had bounced? This bank also keeps sending e mails to their customers telling us how they are always “here for you.” Phooey.
I also noticed that in my previous post about the NFL, I neglected to mention that Bad Bunny was their choice to be featured in the Super Bowl half- time show. That was the “entertainer” that I was talking about. 
How silly–we all know there is no such thing as a bad bunny.
God Bless Everybody
Patty
My daughter works for a large retail chain in the Southeast. She was recently promoted from Sales to a position in Human Resources ( why they changed it from Personnel I don’t know).
From the beginning she noticed big problems with hiring and keeping employees. This really is a good employer, by the way–large employee discounts, performance bonuses, great pay, advancement and recognition–you name it.
Here’s what happens far too much of the time.
Someone is hired, fills out all the required 
complex paperwork, and never shows up.
Shows up for a few days, then disappears.
Works one day, calls in the next day, then disappears.
Stays out, never calls in.
And so on.
It is a constant churn of interviewing and hiring. Very few new hires actually remain as permanent employees.
I had heard of these employment problems before, but was not aware of how bad it truly is.
This is a symptom of a vast cultural un-caring. Where is the work ethic?
How do these people think?
And how do they manage to live?
I’m sure we are now seeing the results of the participation rewards given to children in primary school. You get a prize just for showing up.
This does not bode well for the future of our country.
God bless everybody
Patty
From 2021
Hullo, hullo, hullo! Byron the Quokka here with Quokka University’s glorious weekend television (were we supposed to offer classes somewhere along the line?) Just what you need to stave off boredom and start a hearty revel. Here’s a little peek at the menu!
6:30 PM Ch. 04 GET A HEAD-Drama/Comedy
Charlie Pennzoil (Chuck Connors) is one of only a very few persons to survive a beheading. But watch what happens when he tries to get his old job back as a Walmart greeter! Mrs. Pushmapullya: Debbie Reynolds. Dr Fauci: a Marionette.
Music by Herb Alpert’s old trombone teacher.
Ch. 05 GOOD JOB! Game show
Join host Marcel Marceau as teams of college students compete recklessly to see who can do really simple tasks without breaking down and having to retreat to the crying booth. Tonight’s challenges: telling time, making Tang, reading a building directory and opening a box of animal crackers without spilling it. And all contestants win those encouraging words, “Good job!”
7PM Ch. 16 TALES OF THE WITHERED LEAF-Melodrama
Visit the saddest old tavern in Merrie Olde England, where everyone suffers from easily avoidable troubles of their own making. This Week: Snugg the Carpenter laments drilling a hole through the top of his foot while inebriated-while Mrs. Snugg embarks on an affair with the town lecher. All parts played by hand puppets. With the June Taylor dancers.
CH. 21 RESTORING THE MING DYNASTY-Unclassifiable
Dr. Fong Hsueh-ting travels all over America seeking survivors of the Ming Dynasty which ended in 1644. If he finds any, he will let us know. ” I can’t imagine where they all went,” he admits. “I don’t know how many times I’ve asked Robert Stack and Unsolved Mysteries to help me. Go jump in a lake, the say.”
7:17 PM Ch. 46 MOVIE- Unwatchable Rubbish
Critics are still wondering why Jack Nicholson and Ginger Rogers ever allowed themselves to appear in “Zombie Pogo Sticks” (1998), the first and last movie directed by U.S. Senator Bob Dole. It’s about an invasion of zombies who get around by means of pogo sticks: theater owners complained the film was setting off bouts of motion sickness among the audience.
Well! If that doesn’t plant you in front of the TV set this weekend, I don’t know what will! Honest, that movie isn’t as bad as it looks
Byron
Still sick, can’t buy a good night’s sleep…
I take refuge in a hymn: The Lord Is My Shepherd, sung by the boys’ choir at Wells Cathedral, England.
I have an emergency visit to the doctor this afternoon. I pray they accomplish something,
I haven’t been this sick since I was in knee-pants.
It’s horrible. Everything hurts. No Daddy to scoop me up from bed and sing Sweet Violets. My wife is very worried. I miss my mother coming up the stairs to serve me ginger ale.
What can I do now, but ask for prayers?
And plenty of ’em.
G’day, boys ‘n’ gulls. Byron the Quokka here, minus our weekly TV listings. Well, the Big Guy did mention that he’s as sick as he can be, just now. And I don’t like to take his place.
So it’s no TV listings, and no Joe Collidge, either. Too bad–I was all set to trot out my Tyrannosaurus rex imitation. Last time I did, a kangaroo fainted.
Anyhow, the poor guy barely got through the day today. I’d like to make it up to him somehow. Maybe tomorrow? If we can lure Violet Crepuscular into taking a day off.
What I wouldn’t give to have one of my cats in bed with me!
People do ask how I’m doing–friends and readers, at least. And I reckon you deserve to know.The short answer is, “Not too well, kimosabe. Not too well at all.”
I’m not going to recite a list of symptoms. Just take my word for it: I’ve got a lot of symptoms. All sorts of ’em. Some are very painful. Some are just plain frustrating. I came very near today to falling asleep in my chair, watching TV. That could’ve turned out jim-dandy.
Yes, I need your prayers and am very thankful when I get them.
Patty suggested I post a critter video, as long as I’m not up to posting anything more challenging.
Here’s a puppy who deserves an Oscar for making out that a little toy car has run him over (translation: bumped into his foot). Ah, me, such trouble!
Keep an eye on this little character. He might grew up to be an actor.
Oh, look! Mr. Cancer’s coming back!
I thought we’d gotten rid of him.
Well, we had–for a little while.
It strikes me as unfair!
Who told you life was fair?
Anyway, folks, I’m gonna need your prayers and plenty of ’em. I’m finding it borderline impossible to put any trust in Science. God has to have a better way.
