SAT. EXTRA BLOG / BLUG
The Corsicana Swing Orchestra is performing this afternoon in Fairfield from 2 to 4 at their Relay for Life. This is another (not complaining) of our free gigs. Rumor is we have another Relay for Life coming up in Teague soon. I don't complain because I like to play my horn with these guys. It is so difficult to practice anymore, alone - in my room - you get the picture. So practicing with the CSO or performing, it is good. And God Said: " ... "
Yesterday was Rush Limbaugh's annual Radiothon for Leukemia and other blood deseases. Go to RushLimbaugh.com and contribute. My own father died from Leukemia when he was 64 years old. While I don't donate to a lot of charities, this is one that has gotten my attention. I should tell that stone someday...not today...too pretty outside for a downer.
This is sorta a pot pouring bluggy today. Didja know there is a website run by NBC CALLED www.Missingmoney.com apparently they have list of money that poor slobs like you and me have left somewhere. How do people leave money in places? I don't know. You'd think people would think. But no. My personal stone. If have some junk that I collected over the years including some old, but not rare, coins. When I was a Boy Scout, I made a coin collection to get a merit badge. I had to collect one USA coin from each division from the year I was born. I did. Got the merit badge. Still have the coins.
So we were living in a rental in Plano trying to keep our head above water. I thought it would be good to put some stuff in a Safety Deposit Box in a bank...it was free with the checking account. Later we moved to Gainesville, and I gots suh call from Plano - "What should we do with the stuff in the your Box since you closed your account?" Really? What a dumb thing to do. I had not even thought of that Box in a couple of years.
We picked up the things and now my coins are in a safer place. I took this little tin box, walked 10 paces north from the tree with the face and 17 giant steps east burying the coins under a big rock that looks like the Titanic on a bad day. Whew. That's over. They'll be safe out there.
Did I ever tell you about Ray Chapa. He lives somewhere in south or south central Texas Ray is a clarinet teacher. He makes the rounds of schools giving clinics to students. Ray has a particular way about him that I find entertaining. And what he preaches works if the students will merely pay attention and give it a shot. I had one clarinet play who did his embouchure method a few years ago, and her sound just opened up. It was gorgeous. Competent player with a gorgeous sound. That sound alone pushed her to the top of the All-Region type bands. I wish everyone of my students had heard Ray and followed his lesson. Enough of that.
At the time Ray was coming to Manor, he traveled with a red Dachshund. It was a great looking doxie. Maybe that is why I like Ray so much. He was a smart aleck and had a Dachshund.
Microwave ovens. Do you realize how great they are? We didn't have em when I wss a kid. And when first got them, it was like the sun rising in the morning. Those first few weiners we put in the machine to seem them bloat up and explode. (actually, we prefer the term weinees to weiners or frankfurters). But then, veggies were warmed up. It was wonderful.
Our microwave here had the door break last year. The handle virtually came off into our hands. We called Sears and looked for a new door - of course not - product model was discontinued. Next step? duct tape or a new machine. My wife, not having a true understanding of the greatest of duct tape and the beautiful things it can accomplished, pushed for the new machine.
We went to the Sears on line. You might ask why we would go back to the company that messed us up in the first place. We wanted to match the handle with the refrig and the dish washer and the range. And we did finally. It is a beautiful beautiful (word of the day/blog) machine. Now get this. I called their customer service people and asked questions about this model before it was bought. They had no clue.
This one does not have the carousel inside. Instead the square glass plate inside moves from side to side. Thus one could actually put a large bird or large container inside and the door would not be hit. Bee-U-Ti-Fulllll. Wait, there is more. The door opens from either side. Open the right side or open the left side. What a great idea. The customer service people had no clue, and we didn't either until after it was installed. I love our new microwave. Is that a small crack forming under that handle?
gotta leave for Fairfield.
Y'all stay busy
and go get a hobby
something that is restful
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
A little Pot Pouring
Posted by Mike Metze at 10:56 AM
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