Do Not Hit the Panic Button, I repeat...
I just caught Jason as he was turning into the park with his guest from Chicago because my baby brother tried to call me this morning- I must have been walking the dog, and when he called this evening I had my hands in flour and chicken livers and was not about to sully my new phone with bloody wallpaper paste! So Richard hit the panic button, called Jason, Jason called the gatehouse- they had seen me yesterday, but not today. Sheesh! If I tip over, no worries. If I don't tip over, no worries. If I am comatose, just let the situation resolve itself- no worries. If I am in a jam I will call! This place is grand central station: I had no fewer than six drop-by's today and that is about usual. I am on overload most days- especially for a hermit. Besides, I am sure Honey would be raising hell the first time she missed potty break.
Lew was in Boynton so Greg came by- his consolation on the recession is that the nest egg is back to 1996 levels which is when he decided they had enough to retire. So he is still sitting pretty- it is as if the last 12 years didn't happen except they have had a pretty good time in the meantime.
Gary came by with lunch-Joyce made a huge pot of tortellini soup and shared. I walked Honey down to see Andre and Anna. They went down to Briny Breezes (the town that was slated to be bought out by developers and make every resident a millionaire-it fell through and most of them are happy it did) to square dance last night. They are going somewhere else tomorrow to do the same. The original Henry Ford was a square dancing fanatic and built a huge pavillion in Dearborn to promote it.
I spent and hour and twelve minutes on the phone with Amazon trying to get my Kindle straightened out. Books I know are on it would give me an error message. The very patient tech helped me reboot the works and commenced a three hour download of all my purchased books. It seems to be O.K.
The dinner scheduled for Friday has been moved to Monday in hopes of better, more, balmy weather and the beginnig of daylight savings will make it longer before it starts to get chilly. Whatever...I will be happy to attend, whenever. Breakfast is still on- Joyce has already made a blueberry buckle (Pennsylvanian for coffeecake). ...if I don't croak before then.
Lew was in Boynton so Greg came by- his consolation on the recession is that the nest egg is back to 1996 levels which is when he decided they had enough to retire. So he is still sitting pretty- it is as if the last 12 years didn't happen except they have had a pretty good time in the meantime.
Gary came by with lunch-Joyce made a huge pot of tortellini soup and shared. I walked Honey down to see Andre and Anna. They went down to Briny Breezes (the town that was slated to be bought out by developers and make every resident a millionaire-it fell through and most of them are happy it did) to square dance last night. They are going somewhere else tomorrow to do the same. The original Henry Ford was a square dancing fanatic and built a huge pavillion in Dearborn to promote it.
I spent and hour and twelve minutes on the phone with Amazon trying to get my Kindle straightened out. Books I know are on it would give me an error message. The very patient tech helped me reboot the works and commenced a three hour download of all my purchased books. It seems to be O.K.
The dinner scheduled for Friday has been moved to Monday in hopes of better, more, balmy weather and the beginnig of daylight savings will make it longer before it starts to get chilly. Whatever...I will be happy to attend, whenever. Breakfast is still on- Joyce has already made a blueberry buckle (Pennsylvanian for coffeecake). ...if I don't croak before then.
posted by Stephen's Pictures | 6:30 PM
<< Home