Saturday but Not in a Park

This weekend we had lunch at our favorite deli and as I was exiting the door a man in his mid 40s to early 50s pushed past me on his way in and he actually pushed me into the door. I said “you couldn’t have waited a minute” and as I was standing on the sidewalk waiting for the better half the rude dude stared at me like I was the one in the wrong. I was all “bring it ass-wipe” (by my facial expression only) but his poor beleaguered wife just pushed him towards the counter. I’m SICK to death of the boomer generation treating everyone else as if we were put on this planet to kiss their ever-expanding asses. I’m thinking some major karmic payback will hit in a few years when they are strapped to their wheelchairs, drooling and asking for mama.

On to nicer, happier thoughts…we went to the symphony on Saturday night. The first little ditty was from Grieg’s Peer Gynt. When the orchestra finished, the crowd went nuts. Eckart Preu, the conductor, rocks and so did that selection. Woo man it was awesome. Then we were treated to a guest cellist, and I’m sorry to report that I’m not a fan of the composer Samuel Barber. While the cellist was talented, I couldn’t wait for that segment to get over and done…nothing about the music (concerto for cello and orchestra) pleased my senses. After intermission we listened to Symphony No. 3 in C major by Sibelius. Very nice indeed.

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Groundhogs Lie

We had some very minor snow this week–a dusting really–so I don’t consider that a major blow to the whole Spring is coming fa-la-la. What I’d like to discuss here is how flat-out wrong that fat groundhog was a few weeks ago in predicting six more weeks of snow (not that I sit around and believe everything a rodent tells me). Bah, I say, bah. My sister has daffodils at a near bloom state on her sunny hill. I have some daffodil shoots popping up in the yard and yesterday I noticed crocus coming up in the back flower bed. The forsythia bushes are also looking young and whippy as if they are going to spring forth with a bloom or two in a few weeks.

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Rapscallion

Monday night the better-half brought home a loaf of Ciabatta bread and left it wrapped in its bag on the counter. Tuesday when I got home from work I had to pull out the vacuum because of this. The cat is just bad.

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Spacing in a Meeting

Yesterday I had to attend an afternoon meeting in the stead of my boss. It was a long, long, long meeting where some very good points were discussed but lots of conversation revolved around what specs were created eons ago that brought us to this point in time. I don’t know about you but when the majority of the people around the table start talking about specs that were created years ago I tend to blip off into space. Really, if the specs were created years ago then why isn’t the task complete by now?

So there I was with a few thoughts in my head. One was remembrance of when I used to work in the building and how the department boss at the time would nod off in afternoon staff meetings. And, the other thought was all about sex. Yes, immaturity ruled! I started looking at the people around the table and wondered when the last time each of them had sex and then I tried to correlate if this fact had anything to do with the way they were acting in the meeting.

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Can’t Get Rid Of It

Today we ate delicious fried chicken from Lee’s and I have paid for it all fripping afternoon. I can NOT get rid of the heartburn and I am SICK of it. How many Tums can you chew up before you become a Toxic Tums Tragedy?

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Weekend Roundup

We made dinner for Valentine’s and spent the day mostly at the homestead. We did head out to the liquor store to stock up on the very necessary bourbon. This is what we cooked up for V-Day: baked brie (with garlic and almonds), caesar salad with homemade dressing and croutons, cream of asparagus soup with smoked oysters and oysters florentine served over penne. Check out the recipes here.

Yesterday we visited with my sister, her husband and The Niece. The Niece is in a big girl bed now and we had to check that out and we were quite impressed. She and I had some imaginary tea and supped on plastic food. She also made sure I ate one strip of real shredded cheese. I think she is worried I’ll starve. She should take a good look–there’s no starving going on here.

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An Amendment

I am entirely aware that all my knowledge about the Constitution is from my 12th grade Government class. My question is this: Isn’t the Constitution’s sole purpose to protect the rights of citizens of this country? Why would anyone vote for a constitutional amendment denying rights to a population of this country?

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I Wouldn’t Trust Them With A Dime

I saw a half-dozen P*achtree S*ttlement lump sum commercials this afternoon. Here’s my advice to you: if they can’t get the whole “you, yours, you’re” thing right in their tee-vee ads, then I don’t think you should hand over your financial future to them.

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The Kitchen Table

Tonight we’re going to have dinner at The Kitchen Table. It is fairly new and it is all organic as far as I remember from the write-up. We’re picking the better-half’s aunt up at her hotel on the way there. She’s in town while the VA General Assembly is in-session.

I’m hoping for something in the seafood category and I’m hoping dinner is delicious since I’m as hungry as an ox–which the better-half thinks is a riff on Duran Duran. Actually, I would like to just graze and graze this afternoon. I’m not sure why since I ate a sensible lunch.

Speaking of sensible, my boss and I walked over to the Carpenter Center at lunch today so I could buy John Prine tickets (and not pay the Ticketmaster fees). The tickets have been on sale for a week and the show is on its way to being sold out. The bonus? Leon Redbone is opening. He is quite talented and cracked me up the last time we saw him–he’s got some mean shadow puppet moves.

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For The Record

It is February 10th. I am wearing a short-sleeved polo shirt and my sweater is thrown on the side chair and my jacket is hung on the cube wall. The window in the better-half’s office is wide open and the breeze flowing in to me is wonderful.

Again, I tell you it is February 10th–this is madness.

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