|This baby was installed in January, 2005 if my records are correct. The unit was manufactured in 2002.|
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
Monday, March 23, 2020
Sunday, March 22, 2020
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Still more interesting snack food and an adequate supply of toilet paper.
Friday, March 20, 2020
Thursday, March 19, 2020
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Monday, March 16, 2020
This is a picture from 2015, when the kid chose to dress as a medieval plague doctor for his costume while his friend was bacon.
While I was shopping yesterday, I saw a few people with surgical masks on. I would have worn one as I have a cold, but all supplies are sold out. Also, I am presuming I have only a head cold as I don’t have fever which is associated with COVID-19 – can’t test, because there aren’t any.
I wonder what would have happened if I wore the kid’s plague doctor mask?
Sunday, March 15, 2020
Saturday, March 14, 2020
A carefully planned two months of social and personal events evaporated as the reality of dealing with a serious pandemic sank into the general population.
Everything is cancelled, sports, school, religion. We have internet, food, Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime – we will survive, somehow.
As I write this, the heavy snowflakes of a late-season storm are falling.
I realize this isn’t the time for stoke proclamation, as such a statement might be seen as minimizing the very real suffering of those who are ill.
I’d like such a proclamation to be interpreted as a call to help those in need with generosity and good spirit.
Tuesday, March 10, 2020
Thirty-seven years ago I graduated high school. As odd as it sounds, I somehow held onto the clipboard I used during those tumultuous years.
Ever since those formative times I’ve enjoyed the portability and versatility of clipboards – for when you need those papers exposed and at the ready.
As the kids matured they needed clipboards as well. As I’ve slowed down in my later years, I gave the young ones my clipboard to use. As you might guess, the old clipboard disappeared, as did its replacement.
In an office-supply freakout my wife and I panicked, worried when the time came and we absolutely needed a clipboard we would find the cupboard bare. So we bought six new clipboards.
Now when either of us needs to superficially assert authority, command something akin to respect, pretend to know stuff, or just act randomly officious, we have a supply of clipboards to bolster our obnoxiousness. Problem solved.