I Think

Made a mistake yesterday. First time ever, I think.
Ritchie Valens was born in Pacoima, a neighborhood in the San Fernando Valley region of Los Angeles, on May 13, 1941.

Them Chineses and Iranians has put Sputniks in the sky. Oh, panic. Where is the American space program?

Ten days until Christmas. Hope people make shewolf have a memorable holiday.

bebump baby

I went out to put the seat on my octagon table, but there were four yard fires going, one on each side of the house. I couldn't breathe. Maybe Monday.

We have "save the air" regulations in place in our area. No wood burning is allowed except for homes where that is the only source of heating.

We deactivated our living room fireplace many decades ago.

Apparently nothing to worry about here, eh edgar?

Change the color.
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Finally, a work day, to break up the sameness of my recent days.

Lots of celebrities dying, lately. Joan Fontaine, Tom laughlin, Peter O'Toole. Any day now, Ray Price. As Woody Guthrie observed, So long. It's been good to know you.

Got me a box of home-made cookies yesterday. Hard as rocks, but I chunked up a few and ate them. There was a pecan brickle in the bottom. It was okay. I'm glad people only give that crap away on holidays. I once had a call to put a new thermostat on an oven. The elderly lady had burned a batch of cookies. As I finished the job and prepared to leave, she put those blackened waste objects in a paper bag and handed them over. "Here are some cookies for you," she said. So I took them with me and disposed of them later. The woman in question was new there. She proved to be a good friend, as time passed. For about a week, she called in daily to report a sound of running water. It always proved to be the fart fan in the bathroom, turned on accidentally. It was due to such as that I came to make better acquaintance with her. She found a circle of friends and did quite well there. Then one day she gave me a Christmas card, about eight or nine years ago. I wished her Merry Christmas, in case I didn't see her before the 25TH, for she was going to undergo what seemed a minor surgery before the holiday. And, she never came back. Lafer, her name was. I had never heard that name before.

That was a very nice post ed.

Yes that's the problem with other people's cooking, it might be crap.
I once dated a woman for a year, regularly getting invites round for meals with her and her teenage son and we all got on great. She was a divorcee and they had a nice house with a spare room, and I could have moved in as their lodger if I hadn't blown it..
What happened was that she'd undercooked the bacon one evening and it was like chewing rubber, I'd been chewing it for 20 minutes and it still wouldn't go down. Then she nipped in the kitchen so I fished it out of my mouth when her son wasn't looking and slung it behind the settee for her cat but it wouldn't touch it.
I meant to pick it up later but I completely forgot about it and she must have found it after I'd gone home.
She never mentioned it, but she cooled off towards me after that and we eventually drifted apart, women can be very touchy at times..

I'm inclined to think Romeo that had she thought you were of much more use to her she would have forgiven you and thought you were feeding the cat.

Maybe the sight of bacon after 20 minutes of your chewing frightened her.

Had he been up front about it, she would likely have accepted him that way. Spitting crap on the floor is just poor form, no matter how you look at it.

We are in the final countdown to Christmas. I always figured the reason the holiday season takes place in the cold months is so as to lift the spirits of people, who might otherwise let the gloomy weather depress them. There was a survey I read about yesterday that claims suicides actually decrease at Christmas time. I had always believed the reverse. Anyway, the notion of Peace on Earth, good will to men, has to have a positive effect on at least some of us. Happy holidays.

Actually guys, there's more..
Around the time of the bacon incident I was staying overnight at their house sleeping on the settee downstairs, and in the small hours I needed to take a crap, so I crept upstairs to the toilet but nothing would come out, just a series of noises like the wind section of an orchestra, that always happens when you're trying to crap quietly so's not to wake anybody.
So I gave up and crept back downstairs and quietly unlocked the back door so I could do it in her dustbin in the back yard. Problem was it was a 4-foot high bin, so I had to climb part-way up her fence and hang there like a monkey with my ass hanging over the mouth of the bin and successfully completed the operation. At one point her cat came walking by, saw me and bolted in terror.
i'm not sure, but she might have seen the contents of the bin next day which could have been another reason she cooled off towards me.
Huh, women can be very touchy at times..

No comment.

I finally got out there and finished off that octagon table. It is twice as heavy as I expected, so I will offer it on Craig's list. I would not start another one unless I had advance order(s) and could increase the asking price by $75.

Sorely missing the Christmas bonuses I used to get. The boss insists I am too much needed to be totally let go, but I believe sometime in 2014 it will happen.

Pleasantly surprised that my best moringa tree is hanging in there. Two of them still have leaves. Keeping fingers crossed I won't have to plant new ones in the spring.

Have you read The Miller's Tale, Romeo?

Sultriness building, preceding the front. Rough weather predicted for tomorrow afternoon. Then, cooler temps. Christmas high projected to be 50. That's better than the teens and twenties they were gleefully calling for over a week ago.

Mrs edgarblythe will be receiving a new computer for Christmas. Sh. Mum's the word.

Back in the 1960s, I went through a phase, in which I refused to listen to country music at all. Then I took a job with a man whose parents owned a dance hall and who brought in established artists, such as Ray Price, Hank Thompson and Bob Wills. I did not have transportation to the job. They put me up in the upstairs apartment. I slept there the night Ray Price appeared. I disrespected him by going up the stairs and listening to some Harry Belafonte records. In the years afterward, I returned to my roots and learned to love Ray Price. I have some great collections of his music. Anyway, Ray died this week and I just want to go on record to express my regret and condolences.

If a man gives his honest opinion in an interview, voicing unpopular views, should it negatively affect his work? In the case of public figures, I would think public reaction, such as lower ratings and poll numbers, would be an effective means of dealing with them. I believe in free speech, so long as the speaker inflicts no provable damage.

I put this table on Craig's list. It's too heavy to be trucking it about.