WINSTON
I still recall that last Winston cigarette. How it burned down to the filter as they almost always did, the smoke pirouetting into the air as I crushed the package which still contained a few sticks of imaginary joy. Then it was over, they were no longer part of my daily life. Enough of the advertisement, it's making me all sentimental. Or at least mental.
It's been a trying several days dealing with a few matters which I would rather not and at the same time having some enjoyable times as well. Of course that makes sense...to me.
Going back in time, Thanksgiving day came in bright, sunny and cold and breezy. Not too breezy, the parade balloons were allowed to fly, which I am sure made many people happy. Since my viewing of the parade lasted maybe 3 minutes, it apparently was not going to make me happy. Saw some strange men dancing around at the reviewing stand, decided it was too cold to be out there like that and switched to another channel, then shut the set off.
Deb my housekeeper (part time, I ain't wealthy enough for a live-in maid), surprised me, came by with a full Thanksgiving dinner. She is an excellent cook. Later a couple of friends came by and we had a pleasant visit, there was even butternut squash. (my guests know my likings)
Had to make some decisions, which of course won't mean a darn thing if matters proceed a certain way. Annoyingly cryptic I suppose, let's just say that after 37 years, my breaking point was officially reached. As said though, that could change in a heartbeat because it's not part of me to hold a grudge, especially given the circumstances which led to me deciding I'd had enough.
Again, somewhat cryptic, not extremely however and more than likely there are those who will understand what is being said.
Legs are their usual. Some bleed, some pain, some heaviness. All in all most is okay. Problem spot was seen today, the infection location managed to start up again. It isn't too bad yet, and hopefully won't go into full fledged horror mode. So, between one thing and another, I took a short break from the internet. No hospitals, no threats of going to one either.
Well, enough about me...until a little later.
What has everybody been up to? Yeah, I guess reading through would make sense, so I'll go and do that. Noticed quick mentions of Dutchy who must be half through his crossword puzzles by now as he awaits the hookup of the new internet service. Apparently the internet highway which has been loudly mentioned for years still has some off the road places which are harder to reach.
Who put up those photos of Spam? As a kid it seemed to be something which was delicious, then years later when it was put in front of me, the taste just wasn't right. Actually the taste was awful. Then again, maybe it was just a bad batch.
Perhaps if it had been deep fried...
Speaking of cats...well, it occurs to me that maybe we were...
Loved the adorable pair
Something about cats just puts a smile on my face.
I recall a mention of my new microwave, no it's not red. There was a red, but it didn't seem quite right. Ended up with a very odd one. Odd indeed. A black exterior, with a mirror front. Yup, it's a mirror. Seems to be a funny kind of mirror as when the oven is in use, I can see inside and watch my plate go around. Are all these microwave carousels the same? This one goes to the right in one cooking and then to the left in the next.
Have been shopping about for a new sofa. The current one is some 30 years old and needs to be replaced. The back part on the right, sags. Yes, you read correctly, it sags. This after it was opened up and had more stuffing stuff put in. Then there is the left cushion which sinks to the floor when sat upon. Most people just grab that as the first place to sit. The cushion cover has also begun wearing thin. Strangely, when nobody is sitting there, the cushion miraculously rises back to a level just about even with the rest of the cushioning on the sofa.
Anyway, I've seen a few sofas in red of varying shades, and am leaning in that direction. Hopefully a more subdued shade of red. More on this as my decision becomes final. Before that though, there are other things to take care of.
For now, I will depart, at least for a few hours. Hope all is well, will try to read the posts made since last I was here and hopefully make some response to them. In the interim, what was that I saw? Did Foundy finally admit that men are in charge? Well, at least Dutchy is. She refers to him as BOSS!
Okay that's it for now, I see the witches are ready to come at me with those pesky brooms. Maybe they won't find me if...wait, can't give away my secret location...
Until later.