April 18, 2007

•     •I gave up and called my accountant, Super Guy,  Thus, enough about taxes.  Except to say that yes, I’m a quitter and proud OF it.  Besides, being rescued by a CPA wearing a cape kinda’ gives me that “feminine” feeling, you know?

      •Monday was my 103rd birthday.  I got, in no particular order of importance:

      (1) Dinner with Princess Prissy & Company and “THE KID” & Company,  At a restaurant.  With 3 very small grands at the table, and 1 grand running around and around the table. (For some reason, I kept thinking about Gwennig’s youngsters, Chaos & Mayhem, the entire time....)

      (2) A Peace Lily from “My-Brother-the-Cowboy” & Company, which I shall do my best not to kill before next year, when they'll send something else I don't need.  (Does anyone want a $200 Queen-Sized Blanket that has to be dry-cleaned?  It's yours for the asking!)  But before I attempt not to kill Lily I've gotta find a place to put her.

      (3) A sinus headache to beat 40, and a query from a friend who wanted to know if it would have been better or worse if it had only beaten 38.  Silly man.  HowshouldIknow?  My sinus headaches always  beat 40.  They have never beaten anything else.

      (4) A physical ailment that requires antibiotics.  Which will make my stomach threaten to leave home by week’s end.....

      (5) Half of Toad Hall Farm mowed, with the other half still screaming for attention.

      (6) Stuck for an hour out on Highway 42 in a long line of irate commuters waiting for a wreck to be cleared.  The bad news is that one cannot reach Toad Hall by any other route and I didn't have a jar in which to pee.  The good news is that no one was hurt in the wreck.

      (7) Dreadful news of a massacre at Virginia Tech.  For 48 hours nonstop so far.  (I hate it when the media beats bad news into the ground, yet I, like everyone else, keep listening for some sort of answer to all the "whys?")

      (8) Fresh asparagus for dinner.

      (9) An invitation for next Sunday to the “No-Good-Rotten-Stepdaughter’s” house for dinner.  She's gonna make that bread I love so much.  Sigh.  I guess I’m gonna have to find another name for her.  Suggestions?  Anyone?

      • Of possible interest to those who’ve spent any time in Kentucky, this coming Saturday is “Thundah Ovah LOO-uh-vulle.”  (That’s “Thunder Over Louisville” for those who don’t speak Southern.)  It is, supposedly, the largest display of fireworks in the continental U.S. and kicks off Derby Season  every year.  Approximately 100 thousand, 237.5 people jump in their vehicles and drive downtown so they can spend 4 hours searching for a parking place.  Then they walk, en masse, toward the Ohio River where the display is held.  (It’s rather like a parade of Lemmings.)  Afterward, they spend 16 hours and 20 minutes driving home.  How do I know this?  Because I went.  Once.

      • And yes.  It is just plumb wonnerful to live near a place that is known ONLY for a 3-minute horse race that takes place once a year.

      • I’m off for a date with John Deere.  And then to dinner with my friend, "Elizabeth-the-Best."  If she’s lucky, I’ll have time for a shower first.  If not, perhaps we can sit outside....

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