Sunday Grab Bag
I’m home alone and living on takeout so the kitchen stays clean until Donna’s return tomorrow morning.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
It didn’t happen if there are no pix
I’m home alone and living on takeout so the kitchen stays clean until Donna’s return tomorrow morning.
I visited Pima Air and Space Museum in Tucson this morning.
Hey, it’s not like I’m the only spendthrift hobbiest in the house.
My wild one streak came to an end yesterday when a nice man from Sonora came up and bought my motorcycle.
I was about to title this post “The Case of the Purloined Pups” but then realized no one would get it until the end.
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
I feel it’s my duty to point out that as a military veteran I’ve had a hell of a lot of shots and can remember only one time I ever had a reaction of any kind, and that was a bit of achiness and a slight fever after an anthrax vaccination, lasting less than a day.
I made one of my periodic treks to Pima Air and Space Museum this morning, wanting to see if anything’s changed. The answer: not much.