There was a funny cartoon next to the lab at the doctor’s office today, presumably to distract us with a chuckle from the needles that are lurking in the lab (although needles don’t bother me , personally). In the cartoon, two doctors are standing back as a patient waves an apple at them. “Careful!”, the one doctor is crying out. “He has an apple.” A funny play on,”An Apple a day keeps a doctor a way.”
My son R and I thought of a joke while I was unloading groceries from the farmer’s market… What did they wife say to the timid orchard farmer? Grow a “pear.” 🙂
Yesterday was a hot day by Seattle standards – 90 degrees and brightly sunny. And I saw a motorcycle go by our house where the rider was doing everything right for safety – he had one of those ultra thick motorcycle outfits on, gloves, and a helmet with a dark visor. But I have to ask myself – what is the point?
When I rode on my cousin’s motorcycle, I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair, the sun on my face. But when you are doing everything right and wear the protective gear, all those benefits are gone. Plus between my house and the city there are limited carpool lanes and the road is one big parking lot because of heavy traffic, so there is no carpool benefit to riding the motorcycle. And the gas benefit? Our Prius gets 55MPH to the gallon, so I can’t imagine the trade-off to a motorcycle would be that astronomical. Seems like with motorcycles in Seattle today, you have none of the fun but all the risk.
I’d love to see the movie Easy Rider filmed in 2000s Seattle. I could see the one-word review now: “Snoozer.”A rebel wrapped in a thick outfit and a dark-visored helmet while sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic hardly seems that romantic or rebellious 🙂
When we got our dog T, wife M was wise enough to carve out a small area of our backyard and mark that as his toilet, so only a small portion of our yard is soiled with dog waste at any given time (I pick it up 1-3x per day to keep it reasonably clean, although I can’t imagine what it would look like under a blue light). But today it dawned on me that in addition to being a toilet, that this area is a stuffy graveyard… What happens is we buy the dogs a stuffed toy, they play with it for a day or two, then carry it out with them to use the bathroom. T, of course, plops his toy down next to his toilet, then promptly forgets about it when he trots back to the house, so over time the stuffy gets soaked with rain and (even worse) dog urine. Initially, we are diligent about T dropping the toy before going to the back yard, but eventually someone forgets (or one of the kids lets him out unattended), and the process repeats itself. Over the past few months, 4 or 5 of these stuffies have accumulated in his area, so that today it looks like a graveyard of broken down and discarded dog toys. At one time, I collected them, washed them on “sanitary” setting, and returned them to the dogs, but in addition to my feeling guilty about the waste of clean water to do this, I’ve discovered this is fruitless – within a day or two, all the stuffies have gathered once again in Dog T’s toilet.
We are watching a movie where seashells are prominent; the characters are hunting for seashells and digging them out of tide pools. Today is one of those days where I have to work to tune out the fact that seashells make me feel sick to my stomach. In so many ways they are like discarded snake skins and fingernail clippings — they are a discarded piece of some living creature. Ewwwww…
I’ve always been wise enough to let my wife shop for me. Why? Because she likes to shop, and she has *much* better taste than I do. Plus, if I look like a slob, it unfairly reflects on her (unfair, but somewhat true). And I often receive compliments on my outfits. But I recently made the mistake of trying to purchase my own underwear, and since my wife teased my “tighty whities” when we first met, and purchases decent underwear for me, I tried to buy something she might find unacceptable. Turns out, they are distinctly not sexy underwear, something that are known as “banana hammocks.” In the week since I purchased (and returned) them, my wife and daughter have had many moments of glee reflecting back on my ridiculous underwear choice. Now, anytime I do something silly (which is about 2-3 times a day, it is a “Banana Hammock” move. When I said something I wasn’t supposed to to my daughter, it was a “Banana Hammock.” WHen I fell down the stairs, it was a “banana hammock.” And when I forgot my credit card at our previous store, my wife and daughter exchanged a look and pronounced it a “banana hammock” move. Am I offended? Nope! I am smart enough to know my wife should make my purchases for me, and I love that they are having a few moments of genuine laughter from an inside joke. It is worth a few chuckles at my expense 🙂
120k ago the last ice age reached its peak – for a million years preceding this humans were trapped on Africa. But 60k years ago the ice retreated enough that humans had room to move – a short time later they burst out of Africa and within a few thousand years had covered the planet. Thus began the exponential process that put us where we are today – overcrowding, pollution, globalization, libertarianism, imperialism and Donald Trump. We don’t need Armageddon, terrorism or guns to start over and to spare us from Trump – we just need the glaciers to come back!