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Only 62 days until the Inauguration of the new President

We had lunch today with my brother and his wife today at a place named "Potato Patch". I took a dose of my new cough medicine before we left for lunch. By the time we got there I was very dizzy and forgot to get my camera out of the van. So, once again, I have not pictures of the event. They feature just plain good Southern cooking plus blueberry muffins that make you hate having such a small mouth. Yesterday was my wife's birthday so Martha, SIL, brought her a birthday gift of butterflies with magnet backs. The waitress arranged an impromptu birthday celebration for Caro. That embarrassed her. Her parents did a great job raising a daughter with low self esteem or sense of worth. If I had a time machine I would go back and slap shit out of her parents. She has been an exemplary wife, mother, grandmother, and companion. We are going through a hard patch right now because of my inability to cope with various facts from the past.

While we were eating I discovered that my brother hated his name when he was young. I never knew that. In fact, I was envious of his 2 syllable name. Here we are in our 60s and still learning about each other.

I had ordered a flat screen HD TV for her birthday and it did not arrive in time for her BD. Damn! When we got back from lunch there was a big box on the front porch. Yah! Her TV was here. But I was too dizzy to muscle it into place and had to go to a meeting at "Turning Point". We, TUMC, are looking for a way to extend God's love to the residents without being preachy. The residents have been beat down by life so much that I suspect they almost believe that God has rejected them.

When I got back from the meeting I discovered that the TV is too huge to fit in the present entertainment center. Wife is going to look for a new center tomorrow. I got a great deal on the TV $179 but there are conditions of no refund and no return. She made sounds like she did not want it but I think she is secretly looking forward to high definition. I also know the two grandsons are coveting the old front room TV for the middle bedroom. I am planning on moving the middle bedroom TV into my office for my Webtv monitor so I don't have to switch my flat screen back and forth.

My tomatoes continue to mature. Next spring I am going to outline that vegetable bed with treated 2 by 12s and fill it with top soil and compost. That will require just a little less than 3 cubic yards of fill.

I stepped into the pool this afternoon up to my knees and spent the next hour shivering and huddled in front of my under-desk heater.



Junior grandson is so desperate to earn money for a cell phone that I promised him all money from sales of the wind chimes from now on belong to him. Please buy all you can. Not for me but for a future MLB shortstop. I get to keep all the money from sales of the Mesquite Candle Holders.

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Sven and Olaf worked together in a Minnesota factory....and both were laid off. So...dey went to the Unemployment Office together.

Asked his occupation, Olaf said, 'Panty stitcher. I sew da elastic onto da ladies cotton panties.' The clerk looked up panty stitcher. Finding it classified as unskilled labor, she gave Olaf $300 a week in unemployment compensation.

Sven, when asked his occupation replied, 'Diesel fitter.' The clerk looked up diesel fitter...and it was classified as a skilled job. So, the clerk gave Sven $600 a week in unemployment compensation.

When Olaf found this out, he was furious. He stormed back into the office to find out why his friend and co-worker was collecting double his benefits.

The clerk explained, 'Panty stitchers are unskilled labor and diesel fitters are skilled labor.'

'Vat skill?' yelled Olaf. 'I sew da elastic on da panties. Olaf puts dem over his head and says,

'Yah ------------- DIESEL FITTER.

 

 

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