Sunday, January 8, 2017

Why Me?

I'm more than a little exhausted from moving to my new home in Columbus and trying to clean out the family estate in Sylvania.  Last Friday I schlepped my parents' fine harness show buggy to a consignment shop in Louisville, KY, then was too tired to make the drive back to Sylvania.  I ended up staying in Columbus and driving back the next day.  I'm beat.

And so, you see, I had a little incident with breakfast this morning.  It's my habit to wash my dishes by hand, then put them in the dishwasher for rinsing and drying.  The abrasive soap in the dishwasher being hard on the dishes and cookware, you see.  This morning I popped open the dishwasher and retrieved my favorite cast iron skillet, spatula, and coffee cup.  I proceeded to make myself my standard breakfast of bacon and eggs, toast and coffee.  Everything had a slightly odd flavor to it, but being half comatose I ate it anyway.  In truth, my sense of taste has been permanently altered by chemo and radiation therapy, so nothing tastes quite the same as it used to, but as I write this I have a very bad aftertaste in my mouth that reminds me of badly used dishwater.

There's every chance in the world that I washed the dishes, put them in the dishwasher and failed to turn the blasted thing on.

On another front, two kind souls gave me a gift certificate to Amazon and a cash Visa card, respectively, and now I can't find either card.  I must have put them somewhere for safe keeping, which means they'll turn up sometime in June.  Worse, I can't find the charger for my camera and I desperately need to photograph some items in the house so I can fail to sell them on eBay, which means I'll have to buy another charger on Amazon, and this will give me a total of four separate chargers for my camera, three of which are lost.  Or misplaced.

Why me?

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Move Update: December 21, 2016

I'll re-read this years from now for a few laughs.  Or not...
Fox Relocation - Excellent Job!

Recipe: Traditional Eggnog

My friend and fellow author John B. Meilink mentioned that he's never had eggnog.  To help him along his way, I'm publishing my dear old mother's secret recipe for delicious, homemade eggnog - which is the complete opposite of the chemically altered contagion anyone can buy in the store.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Happy Bill of Rights Day 2016

In 1941 President Franklin D. Roosevelt as national Bill of Rights Day.  Anyone not employed by the government should get this as a paid holiday; government workers, and in particular elected officials, should report to work as usual but should work for free; that is, this would be an unpaid work day for them.  Kind of a way of paying back the Great Unwashed (Deplorables and Non-Deplorables alike) for the cushy jobs they hold.

If you'd like to peruse the Bill of Rights, you may do so at the Cornell University Law School - Legal Information Institute. I think these days we should be paying particular attention to the freedom of speech.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Moving 12/1/16

The main pieces of furniture are being moved today.  Josh and his crew from Fox Relocation are doing an excellent job, and by 1:30 PM I expect to be unpacking in Columbus.

The move is not without stress, but thanks again to John Fischer for his help in disconnecting my gas operated clothes dryer.  I thought it was pure electric, but it turned out to be gas.

Off we go!

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanks and Good Night

My thanks to political commentary and philosophy blogger Glen Filthie over at Filthie's Thunderbox, who enjoyed my sample chapter and gave me an unsolicited plug along with some random commentary on political correctness and the effect on fiction writing today. Check out Scenes We'd Like To See as it amuses you to do so.

I read Glen on a regular basis and find him an agreeable, easy read.  Thanks Glen!

 - W.L. 'Bill' Emery

WWII Newsreel Featuring Bill Emery

My father served in the US Coast Guard during the second world war.  He didn't like it much, the environment either being too hot or too cold, with Spartan accommodations.  For basic training he was stationed at the Ponce de Leon Hotel in St. Augustine, Florida.  When I visited St. Augustine (I lived in Jacksonville, FL), I once took a tour that included the renowned Ponce de Leon.  When the tour guide pontificated about the luxuries of the Ponce, I thoroughly confounded her by announcing that my father had stayed at the Ponce and found it oppressively hot and overcrowded, and the room service that was so poor no one used it.  While our guide was sputtering, I mentioned that the U.S. Government had paid for the entire stay, including meals and a host of activities.  I added that my father told me that the food was terrible, the worst he'd ever had, and the activities were even worse than the food.  I had the tour group's interest by that time, and completed my impromptu lecture by stating that the worst part about his entire stay was that they had some nut that would get up before dawn and blow a trumpet, waking everyone up.