Back to the salt mines
Since we didn't have winning lottery tickets, we had to get up and go to work today. What a hardship. The printing business is crazy after a long weekend. I suppose people forgot all about their need for post-it notes over the holiday, then they woke up this morning with a burning desire which meant Regis was hoppin' all day. We had graduation at HLC for our class of one and we do it up nicely. We have the graduate walk down the aisle to Pomp and Circumstance, we order a big sheet cake with decorative writing, and we have a few speeches. The kids all think it's wonderful.
Kramer is experiencing some separation anxiety lately. He howls like a banshee when we leave the house. And my VW Beetle has a problem with the security system...it goes off randomly about fifty percent of the time when you either start it or get out the passenger side. Neither of those actions has anything to do with stealing the car and besides I'm the owner. I should be able to get out of either door. It's embarassing to jump in the car in front of the post office and drive down Third Street with the horn honking and the flashers flashing. That segue was not as ragged as it seems...both stories relate to loud noise.
There's a great summer reading list in the Tribune. It was generated by the Book Babes who have their own website and believe that books are better than Botox. If you look at the website right now, the current posting has a list of other websites where you can find books and book reviews. It's an endless web. I'm reading a book now called Riding the Bus With My Sister. It's a non-fiction story about a woman and her disabled sister who rides the city bus all day long. For her birthday, the sister decides to ride along for a year. I like it.
Kramer is experiencing some separation anxiety lately. He howls like a banshee when we leave the house. And my VW Beetle has a problem with the security system...it goes off randomly about fifty percent of the time when you either start it or get out the passenger side. Neither of those actions has anything to do with stealing the car and besides I'm the owner. I should be able to get out of either door. It's embarassing to jump in the car in front of the post office and drive down Third Street with the horn honking and the flashers flashing. That segue was not as ragged as it seems...both stories relate to loud noise.
There's a great summer reading list in the Tribune. It was generated by the Book Babes who have their own website and believe that books are better than Botox. If you look at the website right now, the current posting has a list of other websites where you can find books and book reviews. It's an endless web. I'm reading a book now called Riding the Bus With My Sister. It's a non-fiction story about a woman and her disabled sister who rides the city bus all day long. For her birthday, the sister decides to ride along for a year. I like it.
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