"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
It’s all stuff
Well, this has been a thoroughly domestic post, hasn’t it? I find I have nothing worth saying about outside news and events. People in the news are being awful as usual, but down at this lowly un-newsworthy level I’m trying to be better.
These are the best mornings. Up early, walking through the neighborhood while it’s still cool, policing the back yard for dog poop, coffee and a hot muffin for breakfast, a devoted dog by my side, the rest of the morning mine to write, read, or whatever I want to do.
I don’t want to be That Person, the one who complains about Southwest Asia call centers, but there were, ah, accent difficulties on both sides.
I’m just waiting for someone to tell me those are coyote tracks, because I have some very literal-minded friends who never understand when I’m joking, and of course I know those are coyote tracks because that’s why I took the photo, innit?
Yesterday was a day for being pigeonholed … strangers sized me up correctly after one glance. That shouldn’t annoy me, but it did.
Here are Pima Air and Space Museum’s F-15 Eagle and F-16 Viper. When I went in Monday they were missing from their regular places. Looking around, I spied them on the wash rack in front of the restoration hangar, drying in the sun after getting a good cleaning. By the time I go in next Monday, […]
As a patriotic American, living and working in America, speaking American English, a voting citizen who drives around in a big American pickup truck with Arizona plates, I never felt the need to remind my countrymen I’m one of them.
I never know what to say to friends when they get bad news like this. Who does? I’ll be working on that, and in the meantime calling up good memories of our times together.