Wednesday, October 8, 2014

great day (just an opinion)

If you read my previous post regarding lines - you will know that I should be having lines start at any moment.  Stress related visual problems.  What a joy.
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It all started last night.  I am reading email as I am want to do most nights.  I received this email from the leader of the Corsicana Swing Orchestra.  He sent us all a copy of the flyer for the dance we are playing Saturday night at the Corsicana Airport - they call it the Hanger Dance with the money going towards the airport museum - This airport was created during WWII to train our pilots.  Corsicana has a proud history of pilot training.  Eventually the war ended - the base closed - the barracks were converted to Navarro (Junior) College - The college moved to town later and built a very nice campus - and the airport became just an airport.
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I just had to stop typing for two interruptions.  The first and questionably the most important was a bug crawling on my nose.  A little black flying bug.  That can be so distracting.  The second was Oscar.  I have been gone to choir practice this evening.  I missed our ball playing and toy time with the dogs.  Oscar greeted me at the door with a ball in his mouth.  I loved on them all as much as time dictated.   When I sat at the puter (computer) Oscar plopped on a pillow beside me and starting making a noise in his throat.  I knew there would be no peace  (or justice in his mind) if I left him sprawling below.
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I picked him up and we loved and loved and loved.  He snuggled under my chin as I massaged his skinny backbone.  What a boy.  His ball remained on the pillow.  Oscar is now back on his pillow satisfied and eyes closed.  Everyone in the world needs something (or somebody) with which to snuggle.  Or in popular lingo:   you gotta have someone to snuggle with --------
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Back to the email above.  We were asked to email the flyer to people or to put it up all over town.  It seems that ticket sales are somewhat poor - I hope they make enough to pay the band.  I am not going to traipse all over town taping signs up that nobody will read.  It cost $25 per person to go.  This includes a BBQ meal from Bubba's  [ yes, Bubba's BBQ ] over in Ennis.  I must admit it is good BBQ even though it is a bit pricey in my book.   BBQ and a dance amongst the airplanes in the hanger.  What more could you ask?
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So I dug out my email list of the choir and began to edit it on an email address place.  All was going fine when the mouse slipped off the desk and hit the floor. You cannot do email without something like a mouse. For all practical purposes, my screen was frozen up.  I dug out my old mouse.  It would not work.  I dug out my laptop and stole the mouse.  Back in biz.
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Now you may not think that was an interesting stone. Here I am trying to do a good deed.  I break the stupid mouse and all my handiwork will go away if I find no solution.  I found one.  I bought a new mouse today $17 at Walmart.
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This has gone on long enough.  Today I did things around the house, and it seems that at every turn, I bungled the work.  I am refinancing my car from 5.5% to 1.79%.   Everything is done over the internet.  I had to email sign all and the program shorted out - then, I clicked a button and it tried to sell me a computer program that is unneeded by anyone except a bank.  Do I look like at patsy?  Must.  At Walmart pushing a cart and rounding a corner, I hit a cardboard display full of flea medicine for dogs.  It went everywhere.  Down two more aisles.  Turn my cart into a container containing (cute words) empty cardboard boxes.  You guessed it; empty boxes flew.  I picked up the flea medicine dutifully.  I did not pick up the boxes.
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Yes, we have all had these days.  Nothing seemed to work out.  If it wasn't one dumb thing, something else would pop out.  The phone rang.  I picked it up - and the arm of my office chair fell off.  Go figure.  It was hard to get the arm relined up to insert the bolt.  
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Just reread.  This is not interesting.  Wham!  Bam!   I am so looking forward to tomorrow.  It has to be a less accident prone day...surely  (don't call me shirley).  If it is worse, you can write my next bluggy.  At least I know that Oscar will want to hug me in the morning...play ball or no.
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night folks.
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