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29 agosto A strange SaturdayA strange Saturday First of all, when I got up today, I spent a lot of time waiting. I waited for one of my friends to call. She had said we go for pancakes today. But not just any pancakes, mind you; but the best blueberry pancakes ever! I waited. And I waited. Nothing. Eventually my daughter-in-law called to tell me she didn’t feel like doing anything either today. OK, I can go it alone. I don’t mind. I went to the local wally world. And, I found an outdoor table and chairs on sale that would fit on my deck perfectly. They would not however fit in my car. But the label clearly said ‘in a box’. Knowing that they could be broken down, I approached an employee and asked if they could do that for me since I wanted to purchase the set. Well, they could, but usually when they did, something got lost and things didn’t go back together right. Huh? Well, I want it and it won’t fit in my car. ‘Don’t you know anyone with an SUV or a truck?’ he asked. Mmmm, nope. Can’t you just break it down? ‘Well, we could, but....’ Finally I just said never mind. I have never in all my life tried to buy something at a store and then been denied. That ruined my whole shopping mood. (Frowny face here) But I went on to a couple of stops, and then headed to the place with the best Blueberry pancakes ever! I don’t mind eating alone. But remind me next time not take a table by 3 sorority girls talking about their lives which consist of drinking, boys, and other girls. But not even their loud conversation could ruin my best Blueberry pancakes ever! After lunch, I headed toward the local grocer to get something I really needed: a paper sack. Yep, the one place in town that still uses them. And for recycling newspapers, I have to put the newspapers in a paper sack. Or bind them with twine. Twine? Do you know how many kinds of twine there are in the world? On my way there, I am traveling down a two-lane street that has a turn lane. There are several cars in the turn lane when I get there, but I join them. Just as I do, I notice two things: one is a guy on a bicycle coming down the street toward me, between the turn lane and the lane going straight at the light. Two, is the cop right behind me, who does not appear to appreciate the guy on the bike breaking the law. Well, somewhere the bicyclist swerves into the lane he’s supposed to be in as he passes the cop. I don’t know if it was seeing the cop, or what, but the bicyclist hits a curb and takes a tumble with his bike in the middle of the street. The cop has stopped and blocked traffic. He starts to get out of his car and walk back toward the guy. The guy gets up, gets on his bike, and starts moving away from the cop. The cop runs to his car, gets in, and turns the blues on. He then proceeds to turn a uey in the middle of the street and hall after the bicyclist who tries to ride his bike up some stairs and wrecks again. I didn’t get to see what happened after that because I got a green light. But good grief! 22 agosto cat and mouseok, this is a true story. I was reading another blog where a lady kept tripping over her headphones' cords and ripping them out. I felt better knowing that strange things happen. But, I bet nobody can match my tale.
I have two cats. One is older and meaner. One is younger and wants my attention when she wants it. Her name is Shasta. She hates to be held or picked up unless it is her idea. So, I started teaching a web class. I use a laptop for this, and that means, my lap is full. Or at least, I am busy allowing for little room between me and my computer. And I am a late night person, so sometimes I work in bed. I put the laptop on a bed tray. Shasta found that she could lay underneath this tray just perfectly.
she also found that there was a strange little cord moving around underneath the tray. I hear a little 'blip' and then my mouse ceases to work. I wiggle it around, and then follow the cord to the point that Shasta bit through. So, one mouse down. I was hesitant to get a cordless mouse, so I bought another mouse with the cord. About a week later, in the same position on the bed, I hear a little 'blip'. No, it can't be! But it is.
Shasta has bitten through another one. OK, I get the message. I now have a cordless/wirelss mouse. And two dead computer mice that for some reason I can't throw away. $20 a pop!
I know, I know, why a mouse with a laptop? I have to grade paper on line for my web classes; and I have to hi-lite parts of the papers. and Shasta? she climbs up in my lap between me and laptop. but only when it's her choice. |
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