Lola at the Coffee House

I bet you got two feet of ponytail.

Man! I crashed all afternoon. I fell asleep on the couch while I was doing some writing of garden specs

Man! I crashed all afternoon. I fell asleep on the couch while I was doing some writing of garden specs

Gimme a hot chocolate java AZteca

Man! I crashed all afternoon. I fell asleep on the couch while I was doing some writing of garden specs

Gimme a hot chocolate java AZteca

Another losing bet ed.

Well spendi, if you must know.............oh but first, let me tell Wassau what sort of coffee I'd like.......ummmmm, Wassau, oh Waaaaaaaaaassauuuu.......I'd like my usual coffee please, with a granny smith apple and peanut butter and crackers on the side.

Now, this morning I had to drive downtown to the Records Building to get a certified copy of my 1972 marriage license to my second husband. It's required at the Social Security office so that I can claim benefits related to the earnings of that 2nd husband, now that I've divorced my third husband.

I had to find a parking meter, collect enough quarters, dimes and nickels to amount to as much time as I had change and walk three blocks to the dingy and boring Records Building. In at the front door, up some stairs, past the Sheriff's office, through another door to some elevators. There, I took the elevators to the 2nd floor and wandered around for a few minutes until a nice, rather well dressed woman offered to help me find the office I was looking for. She said it was easy to get lost up there on the second floor of the Records Building. So she directed me to the back of the floor where there was a sign saying, "Marriage Licenses." There I showed the pleasant woman behind the desk my form, which I had printed out and filled out prior to making my drive to downtown. She said that would be $10.00 and I was relieved to learn that I could pay her in cash rather than money order, which I did. I waited about 10 minutes and then the pleasant lady with black hair came back with the certified copy of the dear old marriage license from long ago and I took it and went back to my car. Then...........well, I'll spare you the rest.

It was sad and boring and I hated having to take my time to do it. But it had to be done and I did it.

How's that for boring?

Brava!

I may never get to do that - my ex is way younger than I am and finally I am paying for that choice others thought so odd, also long ago (and I'm still not sorry). He's turning sixty this spring - who knows how long he'll wait to claim his benefits, so that I could claim related benefits.

Osso, Do you really have to wait for him to begin benefits before you can receive benefits based on his earnings? Wow, that's not fair.

Lots of boring but necessry things out therre for us all. Glad to learn you didn't encounter one of the odd bureaucrats from hell on the other side of the counter. Most are good and helpful, but the angry minority last longer in one's memory. Also glad you didn't get a parking ticket.

I'm now about to get started on my tax returns.

I'll have a Jameson's neat.

Yes, income tax is next, after the week end. But it should at least be easier this year than the last several.

Lola must sleeeeeeeeep. Lola must sleep. I've been too clever for my own good today. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Wassau takes Lola by the hand and pulls her off the sofa. He pushes her toward the door. Sybil grabs Lola's sweater and walks with her across the street and to the door of her apartment building.

Good night all.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. Van Cliburn died today. He was only 78. Now, back to bed. Night all.

It's "up there". But I don't see why you should have a usufruct on ex-husbands.

Aiming for the Pulitzer Prize this year, G?

Whoops sorry no offence.

I made too much money this year. I have been procrastinating filing income tax this year, because the Social Security checks I received had no tax withheld. Meaning, I will be giving back perhaps as much as $800. So make my coffee black, sweetened with sympathy.

Lola gets a XXX rating.

She merely needs to wait for him to be eligible to receive his benefits.

... and be otherwise qualified, of course.

Mondo-sized coffee this morning, please. Black.

Did I just hear Wassau yell, "You'll take the size I give you, Whitey"

Thanks, Tico. I had forgotten that part, which is a lot better. I would have checked when he nears eligibility anyway, but that's reassuring.

Records are very interesting to some people. Sociologists pore over them whilst sub-consciously drinking their coffee. Thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands, of decicated scientists have invented themselves a "nice little earner" studying records and deriving from them real scientific evidence of certain interesting aspects of human behaviour.

A new study in this line of work has shown that there is a correlation between diabetes and the quantity of sugar in circulation within a population. All other issues being set aside. The greater the amount of sugar in circulation the higher the incidence of diabetes. Tons/Cases.

I suppose the effect might be due to our bodies not having evolved to deal with sugar considering how long we have been evolving and how little sugar was available during so much of that time that the period sugar has been available is but the last tick of the second-finger to midnight in comparison.

It should provide the tobacco banners something new to get their teeth into now that the Constitution is a barrier to their further progress. The beady-eyed bossy boots will be getting their bottle-bottomed glasses misted up.

Was it Rojack in An American Dream who spooned sugar into his mouth out of the bowl? David Lynch consumed a large cake made of icing sugar before directing a scene. Sugar is a very big deal.

Perhaps sugar should carry a health warning. SUGAR CAN KILL say. Over a Grim Reaper logo.

And that arising out of a study in medical records. The records of births, marriages and deaths present as juicy a carcass as ever Casonova set his blimpers on.

But that is not all. The presence of these records, which are expanding as fast as the universe is supposed to be doing, has wannabee scientific celebrities, and already landed scientific celebrities, lying awake at night pondering how they might connect up two manifestions of human activity which had not previously been thought to be related, get the funding lined up and proceed to save all our lives.

Supposing, for example, and I know it's a trifle fanciful, that a researcher compared the prognosis for sheep farmers with that of assistant costume quick-change assistants in places of entertainment where gyrating Jezebels strut their stuff, and discovered that, with all other things being equal, the latter were at a significant advantage.

No more lamb chops. Which are very fatty. As are legs of lamb. All we would have to do is have more places of entertainment where gyrating Jezebels go forth (fourth--geddit? Sheesh!!) and we could all see a few more Superbowls than we might otherwise do. Doubleplusgood.

Aldous Huxley hinted at suchlike but his basic Christian decency stayed his hand in the manner Bernie once claimed to have constrained himself to do on my behalf. Although I'll admit that Mr Huxley couldn't be expected to visualise internet dogging where even ladies who can't dance can perform.

The thing is that if all the ladies worked in places of entertainment of the type under consideration then men's wages would be twice as high. At least. And thus men would have more banknotes to throw on the stages.

Records are definitely not boring Lola. Burroughs has a piece about the national records office complex in Naked Lunch.