Meet Junior.
His roots go way back to a plant that lived with my mom and dad.
I sat him down and tried to teach him how to read a calendar.
It wasn’t successful. He glommed onto the 25th bit and is happy as a
clam.
Random comments and random foci from a random guy.
Meet Junior.
His roots go way back to a plant that lived with my mom and dad.
I sat him down and tried to teach him how to read a calendar.
It wasn’t successful. He glommed onto the 25th bit and is happy as a
clam.
Let's all do something radical: hug a tree, pick-up some litter, take the day off from driving, turn off an unused light. The possibilities are endless.
Me, I'm making ice to send to the poor, starving glaciers in Switzerland. I do what I can for the common good.
Meet you out back behind the gym, as school as soon is over, say 4:20.
Got some good weed!
Well, kinda sorta. If you squint really hard it is tax day.
And, as I have been taught by my father, you wait until April 15th: you start preparing your taxes about 1PM and then at 11:00PM you drive to the post office at the airport to ensure they got postmarked on the 15th.
Well, that tradition ended for me; when my nearest airport was over an hour away. I took are more tolerant approach, and waited in line on the 15th to mail my taxes.
Now in this digital age, nothing is sacred. But I waited until the 15th of April to file my taxes. (Dad never taught me what to do if taxes weren't due on the 15th. That was not something he included in his lecture series.)
I am accomplished now.
It starts on Tuesday, if my memory is correct.
I awoke, made coffee, came back to
my desk and sat down and turned on my computer. My normal morning routine.
My computer popped up a message:
“Dear Mac,
It has been an honor to be your computer for
these many years. My manufacturer has asked me to let you know I am now unsupported.
No more tech support; no more spare parts. Nada. Best wishes with your new computer.
Love,
(gasp…gasp)
I did what any sane person would
do. I ran out and spent thousands of dollars on a new computer. I stretch the
truth. I spent six hours on line, deciding what computer to buy. I spent less than
a grand,
And then on Wednesday I find myself
in the emergency room at Loma Linda University Medical Center-Murrieta.
Hand infected like before
Old hat
Waiting for
today’s adventure!
Happy Birthday Richard, Howard and Bob.
Somehow it isn't as much fun as it should be.