Decisions decisions decisions. No, not who to vote for tomorrow. I am going to vote for the foregone losers. The Democrats for Governor and Attorney General. But, the Republicans are going to win. And they are bad and worse. Before their terms are over, we Virginians will be wearing bags on our heads when we leave the state. Goodness but it is hard being a liberal old woman in Virginia. Maybe it is hard anywhere in the US.
No my decision is about what to take to Kona. I will *NOT* check a bag. Left to my own devices, I’d mail a box with my clothes and a few creature comforts. But, Mr C doesn’t approve of spending money to mail stuff. To complicate matters – Mr C doesn’t take the carry-on size rules very seriously. Sooner or later he is going to get nailed and it will be ugly. All that I can do is pack a lightly as possible and hope for the best for Mr C and his massive bag + backpack + tennis rackets.
So, for me it is either my big camera or clothes. For now, the big camera is winning. I only have so many more years to take pictures left – and that new lens did cost more than my first new car … Of course, one could say that the lens would be safer left home. That would leave me some room in my carry-on for underdrawers.
I was also thinking “I should dress better in Hawai’i”. Then I said “How very haole.” In Hawai’i, how well you dress doesn’t matter. How well you dance, fish, cook, how good a friend you are – these are the things that matter. Except maybe to some folk who are trying to move the mainland to Hawai’i.
My mother’s father, Daniel Kenly, was blind and reported to be a scoundrel. A good catholic man – he was married 3 times. His first two wives being smart enough to divorce him. My grandmother was very stubborn. She simply decided to outlive him.
Anyhow, I always remember him on Halloween. Not because I actually remember him – because I don’t. But, I remember that grandmother always pointed out the he had been sorely frightened by the Halloween 1938 broadcast of H.G. Wells’ War of the Worlds.
It always seemed like a good story. But, upon reflection – maybe there was just a tad of Granny’s revenge to the telling of the tale.
Grandmother owned a “Korean Convenience Store” – well, the 1930’s version of same. She was the sole employee. And, would have been working late on All Hallows Eve, to make a buck and to protect her property from “trickers”.
So, it stands to reason that Grandfather was Home Alone. And, he would have listened to the radio. What doesn’t follow is that he would have been sufficiently scared to run screaming fearfully out onto the sidewalk and on to the grave yard to await his fate.
You see, Grandfather had a big ass ham radio rig. He was on it all the time. So, it seems to me that rather than running to the grave yard he would have run to his ham station and talked to his buddies. Maybe even some in New Jersey. It would be like me hearing a news report of invaders from Mars in Boston – I’d get online. So, I presume that Grandy would have fired up his radio setup. Just because he was a blind scoundrel – it doesn’t follow that he was a dumb blind scoundrel.
Once again I am seeking The Grail, ie, all my digital images culled, sorted and cataloged. To that end, I am copying all my still un-processed images to the “spare” 500 gig usb drive. Off it will go to Hawaii with me. You know the rest… In my copious spare time – I’ll get culling, sorting and cataloging. And when I get back to Arlington – everything will be done. When pigs fly!
And, I forgot to wish the internet a very happy 40th birthday yesterday. And here is a fine “history of the internet slideshow from across the pond”
Played hooky from volunteer work today. How many paper work emergencies can there be?
I went to see the Doctor at our “low cost” clinic. It costs $46. Well, for some reason Medicare said that my “deductible” was $74 – So, I ended up paying $74 for a $46 visit. I devoted a couple of hours to this today and just ended up saying WTF and I paid the money. Next time, I’ll pay the clinic $46 cash monies.
I knew I was going to end up paying. Life is too short to fuss about that particular mystery. I am sure the way it is supposed to work is your doctor visit is $100. Your deductible is $74. You pay $26.
Thanks to Bob Z
“D.C. Police are “cracking” down on speeders. For the first offense, they give you two Redskins tickets. (If you get stopped a second time, they give you two Nationals tickets.)”
Q. What do you call 47 millionaires sitting around a TV watching the Super Bowl?
A. The Washington Redskins.
Q. What do the Redskins and Billy Graham have in common?
A. They both can make 70,000 people stand up and yell “Jesus Christ”.
Q. How do you keep the Redskins out of your yard?
A. Put up a goal post.
Q. Where do you go in D.C. in case of a tornado?
A. To FedEx Field — they never have a touchdown there!
Q. What do you call a Redskin with a Super Bowl ring?
A. Senior Citizen
Q. What’s the difference between the Redskins and a dollar bill?
A. You can still get four quarters out of a dollar bill.
Q. How many Redskins does it take to win a Super Bowl?
A. We may never find out in the 21st century.
Q. What do the Redskins and opossums have in common?
A. Both play dead at home and get killed on the road.
And now, Mr Synder has made it against his law to “talk stink” about the DeadSkins. Not from the stands. No booing allowed. Not in the parking lot. Speak no evil. Wear a bag on your head… you will be booted out of the stadium.