Hello, my Do-Bees and Don’t-Bees! How are you?
It’s supposed to warm up as the week wears on. My veggie garden will appreciate that. I’m already seeing some things shut down for
fall. That’s depressing.
Speaking of depressing, I’m so sorry that I missed last
weekend’s get together. At the last
moment, Junior decided that he was going to go with Señor Zanza and me. As we left the house, Junior tripped in our
driveway and smacked his chin on the cement.
It bled like crazy. I applied
some of my Wound-B-Gon Ointment,™ filled a towel with ice cubes and held it
against his chin. I knew, though, that
it would require stitches, at the least.
I was fearing a cracked or broken jaw, and/or damaged teeth.
It turned out that all that the wound required was six
stitches. X-rays of Junior’s head showed
nothing. (Tee-hee.) While we were in the ER, I urged Señor Zanza
to attend the get together “stag.” I told him that I would join him there after Junior was bandaged up. He said, “No, my place is here with you and
your son.” Oh my, such loyalty. I swooned a little when I heard that.
The whole thing took 4 or 5 hours. I understand that is not uncommon when the ER
is busy. So we missed the get together
and Junior received a wound that he was showing off to his friends the next
day. On the way home from the hospital,
though, Junior’s jaw was still full of the anesthetic they gave him in the ER. His speech was slurred and he drooled
constantly. (Sounds like some of old my
dates. Oh dear.) The towel that once held ice cubes was now
his drool rag. We’re not nasty enough to
post a video of that on YouTube, but we are nasty enough to use it as a
bargaining chip with Junior. Whenever he
disobeys me now, all I have to say is, “OK, I’ll upload that video, then.” He becomes compliant immediately.
The campaigning for the fall elections is already in full
swing. I don’t mind the mailings so much
as the robocalls. Some leave a message,
some don’t, but it’s always a number I don’t recognize and it’s never legitimately
for just me. The politicians excluded themselves
from the national and state do-not-call registries. They have no shame. That, indeed, may be the secret to success in
today’s politics.
The landing of Curiosity on Mars was a major technological achievement. Bravo, NASA, bravo! It’s good to have something to feel good
about again. If all goes as planned,
this rover will be sending us data and photos for months. It is stunning to think of all the work that
had to be done to make this possible. Thank you, NASA, thank you.
Thank you for reading my blog this week. I love getting together like this. It feels like home to me. I hope you enjoy it. I love you all.
Enjoy the weather, my dears.
We’ve received a little rain so some things have greened up. That’s nice.
Too little, too late, the farmers say.
That’s not so nice. Macrophobia!