Friday, January 27, 2017
Zillionaires Prepare for the End of the World
I was listening to NPR the other day and heard an interview that I found interesting. Evan Osnos of The New Yorker typed out a fairly interesting missive about survivalism; surviving the aftermath of the next great catastrophe. You can read it here, Doomsday Prep for the Super-Rich, but the title says it all.
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Belated Political Anniversary - January 22nd
January 22nd is the anniversary of Roe v. Wade (courtesy of Wikipedia). The case was officially argued on December 13, 1971, rehashed on October 11, 1972, and finally decided on January 22, 1973. Truly a momentous decision.
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?
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
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.
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!
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!
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