Friday Jots 05-01-2009
I’m pretending I have all the time in the world to browseÂ and drink coffee and blog this morning and will casually post some sniglets here as if we didn’t have suitcases to unpack, messages on the machine and a bushel basket of mail soon spread on the kitchen table. This is the longest we’ve been away from home in our (rounded up) four decades of married life. I’m just a little bewildered to be here again.
âŠÂ Wocket in Pocket You know you’ve spent too much time in a Small World after all when your wife hands you the WSJ on the plane trip home with a headline about a shake-up at BofA and you think it has something to do with the vug under the rug.
âŠ Take Home I brought home from SD my first pair of good-glass functional binoculars I’ve owned in maybe 20 years. Kids dropped my old clunkers way back so each eye saw slightly different things. Ann’s gift a dozen years ago of a small pocket-sized pair has been like looking through two straws. Nikon Monarch 8 x 42’s are a pleasure to use. I told the man at the Cabela’s counter they were for bird-watching and all the REAL men in camo snickered.
âŠ Time Wounds All Heals I forgot momentarily on first foot on the floor this morning that it was the one that recently stepped on a tinker toy in the dark. I have a deep stone bruise that gives me a “Chester of Gunsmoke” limp–something by which to remember our recent confinement to carpet.
âŠ Green Invasion Oh my gosh. Dawn is breaking and Green has happened in our absence–leaves on the maples and dogwoods (tiny yet but visible against the brighter sky behind)–and I hope at least one mower is going to crank without a kickin’ and a cussin’ today. Did our tomatoes survive?
âŠ The What Can Possibly Go Wrong Department I have no idea why, but after being assured the books were ready to ship on Wednesday, well, that was wrong. Somebody is supposed to call me to day to explain why. But I think I just didn’t quite have an even two dozen entropic foul-ups yet in this book endeavor and some Higher Power wants me to understand how out of control I really am and maintain my humility. Yassuh boss.
âŠ Real Estate Oh the joy of a real monitor and mouse and 6 GB of RAM. I was so thankful for the laptop and wireless at my daughters, but talk about peeping through a straw. This 23″ monitor makes me want to swoon! And my own coffee cup, pillow, ergonomic chair that fits my own personal butt just so, and the view through my window of the good-fit where of my life. Thank you God!