Yesterday I added a post, and it's not there...probably just as well. It was whiny.

Daughter Sarah is after me to get a laptop. Was it Groucho Marx who said "The machine age doesn't like me?" A laptop would be just one more thing to go wrong. In the past few days, my car aerial was twisted nearly off, the lid that covers the gas cap fell off, and the washing machine started smoking. It required Christian burial. Why tempt fate with yet another gadget?

WHERE ART THOU?

Yesterday I added a post, and it's not there...probably just as well. It was whiny.

Daughter Sarah is after me to get a laptop. Was it Groucho Marx who said "The machine age doesn't like me?" A laptop would be just one more thing to go wrong. In the past few days, my car aerial was twisted nearly off, the lid that covers the gas cap fell off, and the washing machine started smoking. It required Christian burial. Why tempt fate with yet another gadget?

New Things I Just Learned

Tchockies...that's how you spell those funky little things you see in other peoples houses, and wish you owned...like old type trays from defunct newspapers...or voodoo dolls.
"Gimme the Beach Boys"........no, no, no, no. It's "Gimme the beat, boys." I don't care. I'll keep asking for the Beach Boys.
Giraffes use their tongues for a strange sexual identification....nah, I don't want to go there. Look it up.

This has been the month of destruction. My car aerial got twisted off. The lid over the gas cap fell off. My washing machine started smoking and had to be given Christian burial.The little knob that turns on the three-speed living room lamp stripped its threads and can't be replaced. But I'm walking around in one piece, so the rest is manini (Hawaiian for small...really small.)