Donna’s Aunt Joyce is here. Locking myself in the home office to blog seems anti-social, but I do sit down at the computer a couple of times a day to check email, and while I’m here I’ve managed to do a little blog housekeeping: cleaning up the sidebars, fixing broken links, stuff like that.
Donna and I have been trying to think what to do for our 50th wedding anniversary, coming up this December. We had decided to take a long car trip to the Pacific Northwest over Labor Day weekend, spending a couple of days at a Hash House Harrier event in Portland, then heading north to check out Seattle and visiting our niece Rebecca while we’re there. Last month Norwegian friends invited us to Oslo for an August housewarming party. And now Aunt Joyce tells us there’s going to be a big family get-together in somewhere in California around the end of September.
We can’t do all these things. Norway, now we’ve looked at airfares, seems out of reach, as much as we’d like to go. The car trip to the Pacific Northwest in early September is doable, and so is a California road trip in late September … but not both. With half the money we’d spend on airline tickets to Oslo, though, we could throw a big-ass 50th wedding anniversary party for our friends here in Tucson, and that would be in addition to the road trip, whichever one we choose. Now I have to tell our friends in Norway we can’t come, and that’s the hard part.
Donna and I, since we were first married, have always loved long road trips together. I don’t know what it is about being in a car all day, but we like it. We get closer, not just in the sense of sitting shoulder to shoulder. We talk, we make plans. We get all lovey-dovey in the motel at night, but I know you don’t want to hear about that!
Since I opened up comments on my blogs, the only people trying to register have been spammers, twenty or more attempts every day. The stupid thing is, registering just isn’t necessary. Anyone can post comments to my blogs, including spammers. The filters catch the spam comments and I periodically delete them, which is a one-click operation. But the bogus registration attempts come to my email inbox and I have to delete each one by hand. And that, dear friends, is why you no longer see a “register” link on the blog. I was thinking of this today while grocery shopping with Donna, standing in front of the potted meat shelf.
Would you look at all those tasty flavors? I thought I was in the potato chip aisle at first!
Well, I’ve been locked away in the home office too long and people are starting to think I’m anti-social. More soon, I hope.