I got a good nights sleep, slept in til after 7am , enjoyed a hot shower (specially in that the drain worked real good), --the LP is still sleeping so here I am catching up on my friends postings, dropping my comments, and sipping a good cup of coffee (I make a mean pot of coffee, or so I have been told). The Sun is shining in a nice clear blue sky---and the weather forecast is for it to get into the mid 80's for the next few days. Life is good once more. (you were right Sue(lol)).
Necessity is the mother of invention, as the saying goes, and as such I have signed up to be a paid post reviewer-----well you guys all told me I could write, or were ya just being nice? If I have any success at this new venture----you most likely will be seeing some off the wall post topics on my page here. I don't think this will happen all that fast, but then again I am new at doing this so not sure what the market for this kind of service will be.
Being a beginner, my "fee" for doing reviews is kinda minimal, but if I DO have any talent for writing, then over time the base charge for my skills should go up----if not then the whole venture will just fade away and we just won't talk about it anymore.
Today's chores consist of emptying out the two cabinets, one under the sink in the kitchen, and the other cabinet under the sink in the pantry area, and putting things back in , in the proper order----the plumbers took everything out to do the work, and then put the crap all back in any which way they could get it all back in----turns out they couldn't so had a few things left out----me thinks I have way to many left lover storage dishes----Rubbermaid, Tupperware. and assorted heavy duty plastic (all with lids mind ya) To good to throw out-----maybe I should return some of this stuff to my nieces who keep inviting me to family gatherings and sending me back home with Tupperware dishes full of good food??
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Nothing is to be taken for granted
The sun comes up in the East no matter what we do, and its a good probability that it will continue to do so for a goodly amount of years to come. THAT you can pretty much take for granted, everything else----is a crap shoot.
After the raping and pillaging of earlier in the week, I thought I could put all that negativity to bed, and start my new week on a positive note. I should have known better than start it with a visit to the Supermarket.---on a Saturday-----in the early afternoon no less. (I am beginning to think that at my tender age of 71, I am developing an appreciation for masochism.)
It wasn't much of a shopping list, some Carnation Instant Breakfast (variety pack), a baked pie (Peach or Apricot), Bleach (used the last at this weeks fluff and fold event), and Pork Chops (Pork Loin-center cut)---and that was it.
Needless to say, having described the day and the time of day I arrived at the Supermarket, it became a living hell. Several runs through the store parking lot, before I found a parking slot. That alone kinda negatively affected my up til then happy mood. Inside it was crowded, loud, and over-run with unleashed children. I should have turned around and left right then, but my stubbornness kicked in----me versus "THEM"---gritting my teeth I pushed my shopping cart aggressively into the innards of the store.------about the only thing I can say as I staggered away from the checkout station later, ----they didn't see me cry.
No Carnation Instant Breakfast-----No Peach or Apricot Pie, had to buy the LARGE bottle of Bleach (they were temporarily out of the convenient middle size), and in the meat dept, their was only one pathetic package of center cut pork loin chops, which I didn't even bother to pick off the shelf----and by that time I was not in the Mood to ring the bell for service.
To complete my day, upon making it back home with the bleach---found the Property Tax bill in the Mail box.---the good news is---its smaller than the Plumbing bill of yesterday. Anyway-----maybe tomorrow will be a better day---but I ain't taking that for granted.
After the raping and pillaging of earlier in the week, I thought I could put all that negativity to bed, and start my new week on a positive note. I should have known better than start it with a visit to the Supermarket.---on a Saturday-----in the early afternoon no less. (I am beginning to think that at my tender age of 71, I am developing an appreciation for masochism.)
It wasn't much of a shopping list, some Carnation Instant Breakfast (variety pack), a baked pie (Peach or Apricot), Bleach (used the last at this weeks fluff and fold event), and Pork Chops (Pork Loin-center cut)---and that was it.
Needless to say, having described the day and the time of day I arrived at the Supermarket, it became a living hell. Several runs through the store parking lot, before I found a parking slot. That alone kinda negatively affected my up til then happy mood. Inside it was crowded, loud, and over-run with unleashed children. I should have turned around and left right then, but my stubbornness kicked in----me versus "THEM"---gritting my teeth I pushed my shopping cart aggressively into the innards of the store.------about the only thing I can say as I staggered away from the checkout station later, ----they didn't see me cry.
No Carnation Instant Breakfast-----No Peach or Apricot Pie, had to buy the LARGE bottle of Bleach (they were temporarily out of the convenient middle size), and in the meat dept, their was only one pathetic package of center cut pork loin chops, which I didn't even bother to pick off the shelf----and by that time I was not in the Mood to ring the bell for service.
To complete my day, upon making it back home with the bleach---found the Property Tax bill in the Mail box.---the good news is---its smaller than the Plumbing bill of yesterday. Anyway-----maybe tomorrow will be a better day---but I ain't taking that for granted.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Another Moment IN Time
As the sun slowly sinks in the west (yet again), it occurs to me come the dawn that tomorrow will be the 27th of the Month.----and no way I can pretend I am surprised, have seen it coming for weeks--tomorrow I get to go to the Medical Hospital (A major hospital which will go unnamed) and get a "Bone Density" test. Why a bone density test you all ask---well, (sigh) dealing here with this humongously enlarged Postrate---and the doctor having done a number of biopsies has found no real evidence of cancer, but-------and having discussed the pros and cons at some length with him---have agreed that I should go about about "shrinking " the monster, so that eventually, SHOULD surgery be required it will be a viable option----so I have begun taking the necessary drugs to "shrink" the big guy down----yes Virginia this has to do with chemotherapy and I now am at risk of not having sufficient calcium in my body over the duration of the treatment (we are talking 6-18 monthes, one pill a day).
However to monitor things its necessary to establish a bone density level---so thus the need for tomorrows test. Its no big deal---besides I have to leave the house anyway if for no other reason than to complete the grocery shopping I failed to do early today----(not to mention refurbish my beer supply ),which I noticed a moment ago , as I took the last cold brewski in captivity for myself, that we are now totally out of. (I really DO have to find better planning skills). Have no fear sportfans, my appointment tomorrow is late in the afternoon, and I plan on making another post in the morning---and if I get back from the bone testing grounds early enough an afternoon posting as well? (lol)
However to monitor things its necessary to establish a bone density level---so thus the need for tomorrows test. Its no big deal---besides I have to leave the house anyway if for no other reason than to complete the grocery shopping I failed to do early today----(not to mention refurbish my beer supply ),which I noticed a moment ago , as I took the last cold brewski in captivity for myself, that we are now totally out of. (I really DO have to find better planning skills). Have no fear sportfans, my appointment tomorrow is late in the afternoon, and I plan on making another post in the morning---and if I get back from the bone testing grounds early enough an afternoon posting as well? (lol)
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Coupons are for the Mentally Suspect
First off I'm a guy, so what could I possible know about couponing---thats strictly the province of the other Gender. Well I admit I am not an expert by any means but I do observe while standing in the lines waiting for this or that Coupon Queen to resolve their negotiations with the Checkers. I mean talk about reality intertainment-----like the drama expressed should make Couponing a category all to itself---they could call the award handed out a "Cupie Doll".
Anyway again and again I hear the plaintive (usually over emoted) cry of , "ohh I thought it was for any size box, I can't afford the big container, can't you let it go just this one time--the checker shakes her head negatively and gives the customer a heartfelt look of condolence, the customer then moves on to phase two, well if I don't buy the two boxes of cookies then I could afford to buy the larger box and the coupon would then be good right, okay lets do that" I wait while the poor box boy takes the now rejected cookies and gets the larger box of product to make teh coupon work, while the checker goes about deleting the charges for the cookies previous rung up and enters the cost of the now accepted larger product box.---I begin to suspect maybe my checkout line will proceed to make some progress----WRONG---THE INSANE LADY HAS A FIST FULL OF COUPONS, -----my life kinda flashes in front of my eyes, and like a mouse held by the stare of a snake, I watch mesmerized---as the customer and the checker go through the waht I now know is a perfected routine for each---each testing the other to see if they can make them make a mistake, or stumble first---this coupon calls for two of something, not just one, this couple is expired by three days, but the women had bought some of that product several days before but didn't have the coupon with her and well you know----uh-huh,--- nuh-huh---nice try, didn't fly----in my mind I have now taken sides with the checker I am really almost holding my breath as the two work through the pile of coupons, the checkers fingers flying on the cash register, subtracting, adding adjusting---my whole world narrowing down to just these two----now audibly muttering yahoo or boo depending how things went in the back and forth drama----but then finally all the coupons had been worked through---I was like a drunk waking up from an all night bender. My head throbbed, I was kind of disoriented, for a second or two I wasn;t sure where I was or even what day it was----but then reality kicked fully in and I waited to move up in the line---but no wait---the Mad Womens credit card was no good, perhaps a check, what ID did she have??,--- but the mgr of the store knew here husband and-----.
I am very careful only now to get in line clearly marked "no coupons"--------
Anyway again and again I hear the plaintive (usually over emoted) cry of , "ohh I thought it was for any size box, I can't afford the big container, can't you let it go just this one time--the checker shakes her head negatively and gives the customer a heartfelt look of condolence, the customer then moves on to phase two, well if I don't buy the two boxes of cookies then I could afford to buy the larger box and the coupon would then be good right, okay lets do that" I wait while the poor box boy takes the now rejected cookies and gets the larger box of product to make teh coupon work, while the checker goes about deleting the charges for the cookies previous rung up and enters the cost of the now accepted larger product box.---I begin to suspect maybe my checkout line will proceed to make some progress----WRONG---THE INSANE LADY HAS A FIST FULL OF COUPONS, -----my life kinda flashes in front of my eyes, and like a mouse held by the stare of a snake, I watch mesmerized---as the customer and the checker go through the waht I now know is a perfected routine for each---each testing the other to see if they can make them make a mistake, or stumble first---this coupon calls for two of something, not just one, this couple is expired by three days, but the women had bought some of that product several days before but didn't have the coupon with her and well you know----uh-huh,--- nuh-huh---nice try, didn't fly----in my mind I have now taken sides with the checker I am really almost holding my breath as the two work through the pile of coupons, the checkers fingers flying on the cash register, subtracting, adding adjusting---my whole world narrowing down to just these two----now audibly muttering yahoo or boo depending how things went in the back and forth drama----but then finally all the coupons had been worked through---I was like a drunk waking up from an all night bender. My head throbbed, I was kind of disoriented, for a second or two I wasn;t sure where I was or even what day it was----but then reality kicked fully in and I waited to move up in the line---but no wait---the Mad Womens credit card was no good, perhaps a check, what ID did she have??,--- but the mgr of the store knew here husband and-----.
I am very careful only now to get in line clearly marked "no coupons"--------
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
300
WOW, here it is people----POST No. 300------enjoy.
Here in California where we are overly in love with anything that smacks of a healthier life style, I read an interesting article in my Local newspaper, "The Daily News". The topic was titled, "Boxed vino can reduce wine's footprint". I am not a snob by any means---well maybe I am but I will deny it in public.---but hello, nobody that's anybody drinks Wine sold in boxes. At least that has been my understanding since back in College where I first developed my sense of sophistication. (Why is the LP sitting over there laughing himself sick at me??)
The article went on to explain that the vast bulk of American wine production is here on the West coast, whereas the bulk of the wind drinkers are East of the Mississippi. To meet the demand a lot of wine bottles are trucked to the east coast. The carbon-dioxide emissions created trucking the wine across country is calculated to be 5.2 POUNDS per 750 milliliter bottle. (That's a lot of soot people). Whereas if the Wine was packaged in boxes, (the newspaper story mentions 3 liter boxes in the study, that's an equivalent of (4 ) 750ml bottles) the carbon-dioxide emissions) would be about 2.6 pounds .
In summary if 97 percent of all the wine made to be consumed within a year, were shipped in those 3 liter boxes, it would eliminate about 2 MILLION TONS of greenhouse gas emissions per year, or the equivalent of retiring 400,000 cars from the road.
I guess its a fact that the United States has now surpassed Italy in our total consumption of wine, and is closing in on France. (Talking total volume, not per person consumption, we are waaaay behind on that statistic). I neglected to mention that the article did make reference to the fact that Italy's Agriculture Ministry has recently announced that some wines that receive the government's quality assurance label may now be shipped in boxes.
It would seem that this trend to go to boxes is ultimately going to be the "green" thing to do, but I kinda have to ask myself----we already have with the problem of what to do with the zillions of plastic bags----has anyone thought about the tons of empty wine boxes we will have??
Here in California where we are overly in love with anything that smacks of a healthier life style, I read an interesting article in my Local newspaper, "The Daily News". The topic was titled, "Boxed vino can reduce wine's footprint". I am not a snob by any means---well maybe I am but I will deny it in public.---but hello, nobody that's anybody drinks Wine sold in boxes. At least that has been my understanding since back in College where I first developed my sense of sophistication. (Why is the LP sitting over there laughing himself sick at me??)
The article went on to explain that the vast bulk of American wine production is here on the West coast, whereas the bulk of the wind drinkers are East of the Mississippi. To meet the demand a lot of wine bottles are trucked to the east coast. The carbon-dioxide emissions created trucking the wine across country is calculated to be 5.2 POUNDS per 750 milliliter bottle. (That's a lot of soot people). Whereas if the Wine was packaged in boxes, (the newspaper story mentions 3 liter boxes in the study, that's an equivalent of (4 ) 750ml bottles) the carbon-dioxide emissions) would be about 2.6 pounds .
In summary if 97 percent of all the wine made to be consumed within a year, were shipped in those 3 liter boxes, it would eliminate about 2 MILLION TONS of greenhouse gas emissions per year, or the equivalent of retiring 400,000 cars from the road.
I guess its a fact that the United States has now surpassed Italy in our total consumption of wine, and is closing in on France. (Talking total volume, not per person consumption, we are waaaay behind on that statistic). I neglected to mention that the article did make reference to the fact that Italy's Agriculture Ministry has recently announced that some wines that receive the government's quality assurance label may now be shipped in boxes.
It would seem that this trend to go to boxes is ultimately going to be the "green" thing to do, but I kinda have to ask myself----we already have with the problem of what to do with the zillions of plastic bags----has anyone thought about the tons of empty wine boxes we will have??
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
"Joyce is Coming!"
This is worthy of posting. A vibrant fellow senior citizen is coming to Southern California on the ever popular visiting offspring /vacationing gambit. Okay that in and of itself is not earth-shattering news.---like hello, all families have generational family visits.
I don't quite know how to describe the event---its not just an east coast versus west coast thing---it's not a "mom-always-liked-you-best" struggle either---(well maybe?---hmmm nah!!), guess in the bigger scope of things all of the above is off the scale---"JOYCE" is coming here---HERE!!-----I am awed, and yet in my awe I realize the Sun still comes up in the East---but how can that be? TOMORROW, TOMORROW , Tomorrow is only a day a way!!)
(enjoy your visit to Shogun Mtn Joyce---glad to have ya out here)
I don't quite know how to describe the event---its not just an east coast versus west coast thing---it's not a "mom-always-liked-you-best" struggle either---(well maybe?---hmmm nah!!), guess in the bigger scope of things all of the above is off the scale---"JOYCE" is coming here---HERE!!-----I am awed, and yet in my awe I realize the Sun still comes up in the East---but how can that be? TOMORROW, TOMORROW , Tomorrow is only a day a way!!)
(enjoy your visit to Shogun Mtn Joyce---glad to have ya out here)
Friday, August 15, 2008
What Do You Mean MY Credit Card Has Expired?
I sat down at my puter this early morning, feeling good. I had slept well the night before, now had poured myself a nice hot fresh cup of coffee, and had begun my run through my incoming email. First up was from my good pals at Netflix--casually telling me my credit card, which they automatically bill , would expire at the end of this month!!? In my mind I thought, how silly of them---credit cards never expire, they are always renewed, and renewed----so it had to be some stupid clerical error in the system right? I of course checked my card, and damn if they (Netflix) wasn't right my card expires this month----yet here it is the 15th and I have no new replacement??? PANIC!!, BUT WAIT, I have other cards, one can merely tell them to bill one of the other cards ----then at my leisure I can go fight with the other card issuer and demand justice and the American Way.
I took a reassuring gulp of my coffee, fished out yet another credit card, and automatically checked It's expiration---damn it too expired this month---a more hurried check verified that my third card also expired this month----oooh my gawd I'm having a personal "Twilight Zone" moment-----or maybe the Pod People have got me----I no longer exist in the real world, and am only now learning of this----HELLO?? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME??
With my stomach tight (verging on nauseous), I place a call to my bank----and with fear in my voice, ask why I have not been renewed? The voice at the other end Identified herself as "Diane", and she explained that yes my cards all expired, but at the END of the Month, and that new cards are mailed during the last two weeks of the month, and that I should have new fresh cards any day now-----I thanked her profusely---and hung up. Once again everything is my friend---til it bites me---my coffee is now cold, its gonna be one of THOSE days.
I took a reassuring gulp of my coffee, fished out yet another credit card, and automatically checked It's expiration---damn it too expired this month---a more hurried check verified that my third card also expired this month----oooh my gawd I'm having a personal "Twilight Zone" moment-----or maybe the Pod People have got me----I no longer exist in the real world, and am only now learning of this----HELLO?? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME??
With my stomach tight (verging on nauseous), I place a call to my bank----and with fear in my voice, ask why I have not been renewed? The voice at the other end Identified herself as "Diane", and she explained that yes my cards all expired, but at the END of the Month, and that new cards are mailed during the last two weeks of the month, and that I should have new fresh cards any day now-----I thanked her profusely---and hung up. Once again everything is my friend---til it bites me---my coffee is now cold, its gonna be one of THOSE days.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Just a Typical Tuesday (what a relief)
Man , just got back to the castle here, been out and about. I had to run up to the hospital and see my Doctor for a checkup (he insists on seeing me every six months whether I need to be seen or not---hmo's use their docs for shills.) We suffered through the stripping and wearing of a hospital gown. The doctor read my history back to me, as if I was a child and had forgotten, on the other hand maybe it fascinated him with its blandness. Long story short, (ya, yaaa, I know to long now already), he couldn't find anything to get excited over, but I did allow him to talk me into taking the vacination shot for "Shingles", and another for "Pneumonia", I keep telling him these vacinations aren't working, I never get Pneumonia, never get the flue etc---he kinda just glares at me and grunts (the man has no sense of humor---I suspect he is afraid I will outlive him, just for spite). I am scheduled to return on the 'morrow" to submit to blood testing, to verify I am not enemic, got acceptable chlorestol and am otherwise sane.
Having done the Hospital checkup routine, I now had to do the shopping for the LP's groceries required this week. I went to our local Ralphs, where I am now familiar with the new layout---and was in and out with only one "Isle double back", and it was deliberate, I "added" to his list to get "Crystal Geyser" water---we were out, but he didn't know it or he would have put it on his list (my bad, I forget to tell him earlier---but oh man does he go ballistic when he assumes there is somethng in the pantry and there isn't cause I failed to tell him it was the last unit when we used it------(sigh) The LP has a steel trap mind---for example he knows what is stored in the garage, from 18years back, knows it is IN the garage, and WHERE in the garage it is---so far he hasn't hit me for letting the pantry run out---but oohh do I get severly tongue lashed if I fail to alert him we are out of something. ---on the other hand he pats me on the head and I earn an "attaboy", if I can report we have that in stock---but you all know how tghat works , get just one "awe shit, and that costs ya 10 "attaboys"-----I can't remember the last time I had a surplus of "attaboys"---(sigh). (For those not familiar with things---The LP weights about 90#, is on oxygen 24/7, has a steel trap mind, and I am his arms, legs and gopher---and I love it.
So I mad it back to the "Castle" with a good medical report (yaaaay), got all the groceries, and now the sun is slowing sinking in the west. Ohh we also got a new movie in the mail from Netflix---so we won't have to pretend to be content with the reality crap .--its just another typical Tuesday----and thats good.
Having done the Hospital checkup routine, I now had to do the shopping for the LP's groceries required this week. I went to our local Ralphs, where I am now familiar with the new layout---and was in and out with only one "Isle double back", and it was deliberate, I "added" to his list to get "Crystal Geyser" water---we were out, but he didn't know it or he would have put it on his list (my bad, I forget to tell him earlier---but oh man does he go ballistic when he assumes there is somethng in the pantry and there isn't cause I failed to tell him it was the last unit when we used it------(sigh) The LP has a steel trap mind---for example he knows what is stored in the garage, from 18years back, knows it is IN the garage, and WHERE in the garage it is---so far he hasn't hit me for letting the pantry run out---but oohh do I get severly tongue lashed if I fail to alert him we are out of something. ---on the other hand he pats me on the head and I earn an "attaboy", if I can report we have that in stock---but you all know how tghat works , get just one "awe shit, and that costs ya 10 "attaboys"-----I can't remember the last time I had a surplus of "attaboys"---(sigh). (For those not familiar with things---The LP weights about 90#, is on oxygen 24/7, has a steel trap mind, and I am his arms, legs and gopher---and I love it.
So I mad it back to the "Castle" with a good medical report (yaaaay), got all the groceries, and now the sun is slowing sinking in the west. Ohh we also got a new movie in the mail from Netflix---so we won't have to pretend to be content with the reality crap .--its just another typical Tuesday----and thats good.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Bruised, Bothered and Bewildered---but otherwise in the game
I guess from all this rebuild of our site, the one lesson I have learned is---make a copy first, then try changing it-----I have now spent the better part of three hours trying to replicate my list of my blogger friends---and the only way I know how to do that is to go back and review comments on earlier posts, click on their icons, which takes me to the profiles, which in turn reference their blogs, which I can then go to , copy the URLs, and re insert them in a new blog roll . The work goes slowly-----I have lost all my buttons, so who knows what is happening with my technorati, sitemeter, bloggertalk, and google accounts??
How did this all happen you ask?---the long story , short version is---I wanted to learn how to do some HTML code changing. add a Technorati widget to my site----Not knowing just what I was doing, I created a dummy blog with which to experiment, and learn how, then with my learned knowledge apply it here to this blog----well I got to working with this blog, the new dummy blog, the technorati page, and was flipping around between them all, and decided it wasn't working so would just delete it all---which I did---unfortunately happened to be in THIS blogs HTML at the time, thinking I was in the dummy blog----so you can classify it as just a stupid error---an accident that shouldn't have happened----anyway it will be days before I can get Humpty Dumpty back to some resemblence of its former self-----
How did this all happen you ask?---the long story , short version is---I wanted to learn how to do some HTML code changing. add a Technorati widget to my site----Not knowing just what I was doing, I created a dummy blog with which to experiment, and learn how, then with my learned knowledge apply it here to this blog----well I got to working with this blog, the new dummy blog, the technorati page, and was flipping around between them all, and decided it wasn't working so would just delete it all---which I did---unfortunately happened to be in THIS blogs HTML at the time, thinking I was in the dummy blog----so you can classify it as just a stupid error---an accident that shouldn't have happened----anyway it will be days before I can get Humpty Dumpty back to some resemblence of its former self-----
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Not Everybody Has GPS
I'm laughing as my Niece Tish, commented on my JPL post, to the effect, she wondered why I left in the direction I had gone. SHE and her boy friend Carl had GPS in the Lincoln they were riding in.--my little Chevy compact rental did not. I am as the road goes about 22-23 miles from home, its broad daylight, its like 4:30PM in the afternoon---I am fairly good at figuring out which is west, north, south and oh yeah easterly directions.. To go home was a simple matter of reversing the directions that had got me where I was right? SO I waved goodbye to Tish and Carl and took off on my return to home base---in hindsight, this was not a bad plan , the problem was in executing it---in short the enemy was "us".
In Hindsight, while eating dinner with Tish and Carl, KNOWING they had GPS, KNOWING that they like me had to go south from where we are, which would bring me to to the correct turn off at the freeway interchange---I did the infamous macho thing (real men don't ask directions---) and boldly return to the route that I was familiar with ---except couldn't find the way to get back on the freeway going in the return direction---thank goodness it was daylight,could tell from the position of the Sun, not to mention I sure as hell don't recognize the exits from the freeway, which told me I was going in the wrong direction, I had gotten on the wrong freeway---well I finally figured it all out , I did get back to Van Nuys, and check my rental in before 6PM,and made it home. My Niece Tish I am sure is convince I now suffer from Dementia, senility and can't be left alone---relax Tish, now you understand how I feel every time you get lost coming to my place, how many times has that occurred now--four, five??? The main thing is we do manage to get together------and we both laugh at the tourists who don't know the territory----YEAHH,RIGHTTTTTT!!
In Hindsight, while eating dinner with Tish and Carl, KNOWING they had GPS, KNOWING that they like me had to go south from where we are, which would bring me to to the correct turn off at the freeway interchange---I did the infamous macho thing (real men don't ask directions---) and boldly return to the route that I was familiar with ---except couldn't find the way to get back on the freeway going in the return direction---thank goodness it was daylight,could tell from the position of the Sun, not to mention I sure as hell don't recognize the exits from the freeway, which told me I was going in the wrong direction, I had gotten on the wrong freeway---well I finally figured it all out , I did get back to Van Nuys, and check my rental in before 6PM,and made it home. My Niece Tish I am sure is convince I now suffer from Dementia, senility and can't be left alone---relax Tish, now you understand how I feel every time you get lost coming to my place, how many times has that occurred now--four, five??? The main thing is we do manage to get together------and we both laugh at the tourists who don't know the territory----YEAHH,RIGHTTTTTT!!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
"The Music Man Gambit"
I have to assume some majority of people reading my blog are familiar with the music from the Broadway Musical (and the Hollywood movie of the same name) "The Music Man". Basically its about a sleazy salesman (Professor Hill) selling the idea of a band , complete with uniforms and instruments, to keep the kids from going a stray----. One of the songs in this musical sums up his approach , his sales pitch to the good citizens of River City, "Theres Trouble in River City"---the lyrics of the Song---"Trouble, trouble, trouble, theres Trouble right here in River City, Trouble, thats Trouble with a "T", that rymes with "P", and that stands for POOL---and here comes the real pitch---now that he has everyones attention----"Does johnny leave the house and rebuckle his Knickers BELOW, the knee----does he hide books in the corn crib, books telling stories from Captain Willy's Wizbang (gasp), and are certain words creeping into your boys vocabulary, words like ---"Swell"---and "So's your old man!---WELL you got trouble folks, trouble right here in River City----it goes on from there, its a great lyric and a extremely well done bit in the movie done by Robert Preston.
I mention all of this as, each succeeding generation chafes under their elders, wanting to break free and do things they're way----the elders, pretty sure their younguns aint smart enough yet--fighting em tooth and nail, but -------time does march on. Oh man, if I HAD been born 50 years later -----why I could---?? aw hell who am I kidding----nothing has really changed all that much. Oh Sure today we have computers, IPods, everything is digital.
Kids today apply for a job, no experience, just some grades and a few folk willing to vouch that Johnny or Sally are really good kids---and the kids get the same answers we got, gosh we were looking for somebody that has real experience-----or I'm sorry we also have a person who is married who has the same experience and skill as you do. In short the current generation goes though the same crisis we did when we were they're age---and it is and WAS traumatic for all of us. I mention this just to caution Parents dealing with offspring who are trying to spread their wings, trying to fly---be supportive, don't laugh , don't do the ever so easy to do , "I Told ya, I told ya a hundred times, you never listen--" bit. At this point in their lives, they already KNOW ---don't humiliate them by making them admit it.-------Thats all I have to say about that (when they aren't around to see ya, THEN you can laugh and jump up and down and relish the moment----but only briefly, unless ya get the kid a job, your stuck with him living at home----forever---yeah, thats not so funny is it?
I mention all of this as, each succeeding generation chafes under their elders, wanting to break free and do things they're way----the elders, pretty sure their younguns aint smart enough yet--fighting em tooth and nail, but -------time does march on. Oh man, if I HAD been born 50 years later -----why I could---?? aw hell who am I kidding----nothing has really changed all that much. Oh Sure today we have computers, IPods, everything is digital.
Kids today apply for a job, no experience, just some grades and a few folk willing to vouch that Johnny or Sally are really good kids---and the kids get the same answers we got, gosh we were looking for somebody that has real experience-----or I'm sorry we also have a person who is married who has the same experience and skill as you do. In short the current generation goes though the same crisis we did when we were they're age---and it is and WAS traumatic for all of us. I mention this just to caution Parents dealing with offspring who are trying to spread their wings, trying to fly---be supportive, don't laugh , don't do the ever so easy to do , "I Told ya, I told ya a hundred times, you never listen--" bit. At this point in their lives, they already KNOW ---don't humiliate them by making them admit it.-------Thats all I have to say about that (when they aren't around to see ya, THEN you can laugh and jump up and down and relish the moment----but only briefly, unless ya get the kid a job, your stuck with him living at home----forever---yeah, thats not so funny is it?
Saturday, July 5, 2008
The Day After The Day
Okaaaaay another 4th of July celebrated, hopefully the night (tonight), will be quiet and sleeping can be properly attended too. LAST NIGHT---seemed like an on going sporadic war going on outside, what with small to medium fire crackers being enthusiastically thrown about---concluding at 3am with two very loud window shaking explosions, which had me laying there in bed almost holding my breath waiting for the fire trucks and police to arrive---neither did, and the next thing I knew it was dawn and my body was screaming for its Caffeine fix.---which I am now imbibing and writing this summary.
To back up some, to celebrate the 4th here, we , the LP and I, put together a dinner of Quiche Loraine, mini hot dogs filled with cheese, a concoction made from Deviled Ham, and some mayonnaise , and spices, club crackers and mostest and bestest of all , a cold bottle of Champagne, and episodes 4, 5 & 6 of "Huff", which upon conclusion we then switched to regular TV and watched the fireworks at the end of the Boston Pops concert.---on our new 42" digital TV, the fireworks were PHEEEENOMINAL!!
To back up some, to celebrate the 4th here, we , the LP and I, put together a dinner of Quiche Loraine, mini hot dogs filled with cheese, a concoction made from Deviled Ham, and some mayonnaise , and spices, club crackers and mostest and bestest of all , a cold bottle of Champagne, and episodes 4, 5 & 6 of "Huff", which upon conclusion we then switched to regular TV and watched the fireworks at the end of the Boston Pops concert.---on our new 42" digital TV, the fireworks were PHEEEENOMINAL!!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
One 4th of July-----1944
The year was 1944---would be another year before WW II would end----My family was living in a two bedroom walk up in Gary, Indiana. Dad was working for US Steel. Mainly his job was producing the necessary tubing to make small rockets with. My Mother was your typical housewife of that era. I was 7years + 2 months old, and attending 3rd grade at Horseman grade school. It was summer, I lived in short pants, and when not at home would be found in the big city park, (it seemed huge to me at the time) two blocks from the apartment. My older brother Frank, (he was 19yo) was serving in the Marine Corp---and we proudly had the big gold star banner hanging in our front window facing the main street. (there were a lot of gold star banners in the windows up and down the street.
In all honesty, being a kid like I was, maybe my parents and adults in general kinda kept the war from us . I can't say I lost any sleep over the day to day news that was given. I DO remember that it was pretty much set in Stone, that come 6pm, the world stopped and my parents would listen to Gabriel Heater report the days news. His radio broadcasts would always begin---"We have GOOD/BAD (as the case might be on that evening report) News Tonight. I had to remain silent and be sure not to interrupt with questions, and for the most part I found it boring, as I didn't really understand what the war was about---but yet I could sense my parents were very concerned, and primarily about how my brother was doing. Because of censorship my brother couldn't write and tell us exactly where he was, but we knew he was fighting in the Pacific. My brother signed up the day he was given his HS diploma, like all the guys in his class did.
My world was of course school, playing ball and games with my peers in the park, occasionally my dad would take me fishing, we never caught anything but still I found it fun, I was such a water dog, my folks signed me up to take swimming lessons at the local YMCA---lessons were .10cents a week. I of course got to go every Saturday to the local theater Matinee double feature----lots of westerns, lots of comedy (Bud Abbott/Lou Costello), lots of cartoons, we also got a weekly newsreel promoting the war effort, and upbeat scenes of our troops storming beaches, and lots of propaganda how Japs were bad, Nazis were bad, England, France, Canada , Russia were good etc. I remember to rationing cards, and my mom always fussing about getting butter , sugar, etc. , but other than the above, the War was not something I concerned myself about.
Then one day I came running in from the park looking for a snack, and found my mother looking particularly grim----and she had me go get the lady who lived next door to come over. I did, and then the next thing I knew, my Dad was home in the middle of the day, the ambulance came---and my mother was taken to the hospital. I could tell my Dad was very scared, and seeing that, so was I. My mother was released from the hospital a couple three days later and came home---she seemed to me at least to be back to normal, but in reality, and I learned this many years later---she had been diagnosed with Cancer of the Liver, also called at that time Yellow Jaundice. I wasn't told any of that, so had no idea how seriously ill she was---about this same time----we were receiving mail from my brother---sporadically, I remember seeing the thin onion skin airmail paper that was used, saw too the heavy dark censored black out of some parts of it---anyway from these letters my parents were tracking my brother's unit in the pacific----and these letters, coupled with thus the seriousness of hearing Gabriel Heaters news reports----"we have Good News Tonight"----
and so as it turned out---on that specific 4th of July, 1944-----we heard of our Marines success in a particular Battle over some Island, and my Mom cried, and I understood en ough to know they were worried my brother had been in that particular battle---guess maybe it was a week or so later , we got a letter from my brother, stating he was in good health, and for the first time that I can recall, I put it all together, the War, the rationing, My Brother fighting in the Marines, My mom being ill ---I kinda grew up a lot that 4th of July. (My mother refused to stay in the hospital for treatment, wanting to wait for the war to end, and my brother, her first born, to come safely home, before she would accept treatment)---Frank did come home , safe and in good health, some many monthes later---but by then, the cancer had progressed to far---I lost my mother the following year.
So needless to say I find the Holiday, the 4th of July , a mix of both Good and bad memories---Good for the Country and the display of Pride in our Troops as well as the History of our Democracy---but at the same time-----on a personal level----well there ya have it. One 4th of July in my life.
I'm sorry if my 4th of July story is a downer----but you all wanted a personal story---and that's what this is--------. Rose told me to link it to the blogger talk contest, do for those of you not familiar with Blogger talk here's the link
In all honesty, being a kid like I was, maybe my parents and adults in general kinda kept the war from us . I can't say I lost any sleep over the day to day news that was given. I DO remember that it was pretty much set in Stone, that come 6pm, the world stopped and my parents would listen to Gabriel Heater report the days news. His radio broadcasts would always begin---"We have GOOD/BAD (as the case might be on that evening report) News Tonight. I had to remain silent and be sure not to interrupt with questions, and for the most part I found it boring, as I didn't really understand what the war was about---but yet I could sense my parents were very concerned, and primarily about how my brother was doing. Because of censorship my brother couldn't write and tell us exactly where he was, but we knew he was fighting in the Pacific. My brother signed up the day he was given his HS diploma, like all the guys in his class did.
My world was of course school, playing ball and games with my peers in the park, occasionally my dad would take me fishing, we never caught anything but still I found it fun, I was such a water dog, my folks signed me up to take swimming lessons at the local YMCA---lessons were .10cents a week. I of course got to go every Saturday to the local theater Matinee double feature----lots of westerns, lots of comedy (Bud Abbott/Lou Costello), lots of cartoons, we also got a weekly newsreel promoting the war effort, and upbeat scenes of our troops storming beaches, and lots of propaganda how Japs were bad, Nazis were bad, England, France, Canada , Russia were good etc. I remember to rationing cards, and my mom always fussing about getting butter , sugar, etc. , but other than the above, the War was not something I concerned myself about.
Then one day I came running in from the park looking for a snack, and found my mother looking particularly grim----and she had me go get the lady who lived next door to come over. I did, and then the next thing I knew, my Dad was home in the middle of the day, the ambulance came---and my mother was taken to the hospital. I could tell my Dad was very scared, and seeing that, so was I. My mother was released from the hospital a couple three days later and came home---she seemed to me at least to be back to normal, but in reality, and I learned this many years later---she had been diagnosed with Cancer of the Liver, also called at that time Yellow Jaundice. I wasn't told any of that, so had no idea how seriously ill she was---about this same time----we were receiving mail from my brother---sporadically, I remember seeing the thin onion skin airmail paper that was used, saw too the heavy dark censored black out of some parts of it---anyway from these letters my parents were tracking my brother's unit in the pacific----and these letters, coupled with thus the seriousness of hearing Gabriel Heaters news reports----"we have Good News Tonight"----
and so as it turned out---on that specific 4th of July, 1944-----we heard of our Marines success in a particular Battle over some Island, and my Mom cried, and I understood en ough to know they were worried my brother had been in that particular battle---guess maybe it was a week or so later , we got a letter from my brother, stating he was in good health, and for the first time that I can recall, I put it all together, the War, the rationing, My Brother fighting in the Marines, My mom being ill ---I kinda grew up a lot that 4th of July. (My mother refused to stay in the hospital for treatment, wanting to wait for the war to end, and my brother, her first born, to come safely home, before she would accept treatment)---Frank did come home , safe and in good health, some many monthes later---but by then, the cancer had progressed to far---I lost my mother the following year.
So needless to say I find the Holiday, the 4th of July , a mix of both Good and bad memories---Good for the Country and the display of Pride in our Troops as well as the History of our Democracy---but at the same time-----on a personal level----well there ya have it. One 4th of July in my life.
I'm sorry if my 4th of July story is a downer----but you all wanted a personal story---and that's what this is--------. Rose told me to link it to the blogger talk contest, do for those of you not familiar with Blogger talk here's the link
Friday, June 27, 2008
Library---yes or no??
I'm to old for this ---I should know better than to let myself get into these quandaries---yet here I am in one. (I swear I didn't see it coming on either--). So whats my problem you all ask---well some of ya asked, the rest of ya just have those blank looks on you face, which makes me wonder if your awake or sleeping with your eyes open----well anyway, the PROBLEM is, my books are due back at the Library tomorrow 06/27/08----I have read three of the 4 books, and am about 1/3 the way through the last one, "We Shall Not Sleep", by Anne Perry, the last in her series set in the World War I era----now I Could go on line and renew the one book, which would give me the time to finish reading it , but then I would Still have to go to the library to return the other three. Yes boys and girls I recognize I could just as easily renew ALL four of the books---but then that increases the likelihood that I am depriving other readers of Anne Perry who like me are reading this particular series she has written---which morally speaking I abhor people doing, and don't want to to that----and then of course I COULD just get off the computer and do some serious reading and read the last book and finish it today and have it ready to go to the Library tomorrow when its due-----but that would mean taking time away from my blogging and-----well ya see the problem, my quandary----but wait, their is yet another possibility, ---I could keep all the books over the weekend, and finish reading the last one as I normally would, and just pay the fine for returning the books two days late, (one of the days being a Sunday, which morally would not add to my guilt levels)---the fine, $o.20/day/book x 4 books, equals $0.80/day X 2 days = $1.60----------a small price to pay, and a good compromise----I'm glad we have had this little talk-----but then that's what friends are for right?-------but HEY, better yet why not go on line and renew all four books, but return them on Monday instead of Saturday, no fine, and ooooh yeahhhh no problem, no fine---OKAYYYYYY!! One happy old dude here now.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Fluff N Fold and be glad its done
Ahh yes Sports fans its thursday and you all know where that starts----yep at the Fluff N Fold Palace----can't you just picture it----on the eastern horizon the first streaks of light predicting the rise of the sun----the first few hundred vehicles venturing out like lemmings looking for cliff to run off of----the start of yet another exciting weekday---(48 hours before Wayne will start a new week).
With determination and a number of years practice, I lug the large, heavy basket of laundry from my trusty truck , (ask Tish to tell ya the story of the truck and how I ended up its proud owner and driver), and into the lil Laundramat that could-----with much practice sorting whites from coloreds, (talking laundry here folks not peoples), and loading up the washers, accurately measuring out the proper portions of detergents, fabric softners, bleaches as required, ---not to mention adjusting the controls of the various washers to do as required, ---regular wash, Perma-press, hot water, cold water, warm water----suffering all this with the promise that once the laundry has been started I can reward myself with a quick jaunt on foot in the now new dawn to the corner donut shop for my first necessary large container of hot Coffee---with BOTH cream and sugar---calories be damned----its gonna be a bumpy day---(Thank you Betty Davis, and my apologies to my readers for the paraphrasing of her famous line from the Movie, "All About EVE") (contrary to the younguns opinions, Clint Eastwood did NOT have all the best lines)---but I digress-----
Upon my return to the scene of the main action (that is to say the Laundramat), I greeted th owner, "Ola Hefie!!" (my crude grasp of spanish, loosely translated ---"hey Boss, howz it?". He sees how many washers I am running , calculates the cost, then computes in the cost of the drying entailed---he gives me a hearty smile and waves approvingly.
Its the old story, its told everyweek, in millions of households----it reverbs in the very fabric of our lives---its the very story of life itself----one fluffs, one folds, one moves on ----its what thinking men do------(remember folks this is being created with only one cup of coffee, at some ungodly hour before noon---be kind)
As I wait that long wait one endures, only semi-mesmerized by the spinning of the driers my eyes go to the line of new stores being rehabilitatged across the street, and the one new tenant who has boldly placed their business name across the streetside windows----"DISCOUNT CAREGIVERS"------my stomach grows tight as my mind tries to grasp the concept---has our civilization come to this---discounting the giving of care???? I shake my head of these negative conclusions, for surely the intent is not that----just a poor choice of business titles I rationalize. Still the reality of it rankles and puts me into a foul mood.
Inspite of my now dark mood, the proprietor of the place, seeing me taking pics insists he take a pic of me , and not being a total barbarian, allow him to take my pic as well----I finish my task, folding---and returning to the castle, with the clean (properly fluffed and folded ) laundry, announcing to the LP , that once again the Laundry basket was yet again our friend.
Monday, June 23, 2008
The Curse of Gary Gilmore
On Jan 17, 1977, Killer Gary Gilmore was executed in Utah, by a firing squad.----By unfortunate coincidence my name is also Gary Gilmore. The Curse to which I make reference is just that the coincidence of bearing the same name. In 1977, I was 40 years of age---a quiet, solid citizen, even had a security clearance due to the nature of my civilian career.-----suddenly with the notoriety of this Killer, who as it happens is the first Killer to be executed after the ban on executions was lifted., and all the public press that brought to the incident----suddenly every place I go, every check I write, I get that look----OOOH?? (me mumbling) ahh??-- no relation honest(nervous grin on my face)-----they would kinda nod, but still I could see the question in their eyes-----I of course can't prove it, but----I wonder maybe that this had an effect on my promotions at work?? I'll never know.
Then just when the whole hubbub began to die out and drop off the news radar---Hollywood came out with the Movie----1982 The Executioner's Song", about the Killer Gary Gilmore---again becomes front page stuff----very discouraging---I found myself cashing fewer checks, avoiding situations in which I had to give my full name----even thought of changing my name---but fortunately I kept my belief in self and my family and toughed it out-----still occasionally I get THAT look from a clerk, or some stranger hearing my full name-----its a cross I will have to bear and take to the grave----
Then just when the whole hubbub began to die out and drop off the news radar---Hollywood came out with the Movie----1982 The Executioner's Song", about the Killer Gary Gilmore---again becomes front page stuff----very discouraging---I found myself cashing fewer checks, avoiding situations in which I had to give my full name----even thought of changing my name---but fortunately I kept my belief in self and my family and toughed it out-----still occasionally I get THAT look from a clerk, or some stranger hearing my full name-----its a cross I will have to bear and take to the grave----
Its Frustrating That's Why
Remember when you were doing your homework for school and you would ask your mom or dad how to spell a word and you would get the old cold advice---"Go look it up in the dictionary"!!---and to which you responded (come on you know you thought IT, if ya didn't come right out and say it), "Well if I don't know how to spell it how am I gonna look it up in the dictionary---well DUH!!?"-------well anyway life went on anyway, and we all grew up and now we are adults and raising kids of our own and we are amused to hear our kids ask US ---"how do ya spell---" and ooohhh yeah we give em THE RESPONSE.
Anyway in the same vein of thought, I ran into a recent event. I commented in my blog I had a snippet of a song echoing in my head, but couldn't identify it----and I described it as best I could to my readers---after a couple false, but amusing suggestions from readers of what song I was trying to think of, one not only came up with the right song, but all of the lyrics. I thanked her. But then shortly afterwards I received a comment to the effect, "Why didn't I Google it and get the answer?"---(shades of ---Look it up in the dictionary!!)---LOL, if I had enough information to look it up in Google, I wouldn't need to look it up in Google---well DUH!!
Anyway in the same vein of thought, I ran into a recent event. I commented in my blog I had a snippet of a song echoing in my head, but couldn't identify it----and I described it as best I could to my readers---after a couple false, but amusing suggestions from readers of what song I was trying to think of, one not only came up with the right song, but all of the lyrics. I thanked her. But then shortly afterwards I received a comment to the effect, "Why didn't I Google it and get the answer?"---(shades of ---Look it up in the dictionary!!)---LOL, if I had enough information to look it up in Google, I wouldn't need to look it up in Google---well DUH!!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Sunday Again.
Gonna be another hot day here in The San Fernando Valley. Its 80 degrees already and its only 9am. Oh well its a "dry" heat, uh-huh, righttt-----Its also Sunday again. which means I don't go out for coffee with the SOCDS crowd, nor do I do grocery shopping for either myself or the LP, and the Library is closed on Sundays----but other than that, its yet just another day of the week, although to be more exact, its the day between Saturday and Monday---its been that way since "Julian " times.
So whats the boy to do today----to damn hot to go out on the patio to read, nothing on Television------its gonna be a long day. Will kill some time here working on my blog, doing some work on developing a more concise list of my labels and going back and putting labels on my older posts, then spend some time searching out other interesting blogs and were I am amused leaving comments (don't ya hate it when they visit your blog, but never leave a comment---that's so rude don't ya think?)
whats the song title---with the lyrics that has the refrain---"lazy days and Sundays"----?? That's gonna be nagging me all day til I remember it-----that's the trouble with getting old, all the stuff we remember----just takes sometimes forever to download it----(how many zillion gigs of memory do YOU have in your head?)
So whats the boy to do today----to damn hot to go out on the patio to read, nothing on Television------its gonna be a long day. Will kill some time here working on my blog, doing some work on developing a more concise list of my labels and going back and putting labels on my older posts, then spend some time searching out other interesting blogs and were I am amused leaving comments (don't ya hate it when they visit your blog, but never leave a comment---that's so rude don't ya think?)
whats the song title---with the lyrics that has the refrain---"lazy days and Sundays"----?? That's gonna be nagging me all day til I remember it-----that's the trouble with getting old, all the stuff we remember----just takes sometimes forever to download it----(how many zillion gigs of memory do YOU have in your head?)
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Only LIve For Weekends"
I really feel sorry for those individuals that only see their lives in a positive way on weekends. It tells me they have boring lives---and aren't making the most out of each and every day they live. They have allowed themselves to be come victims to madison avenue---they let the commercials on the Television to direct their lives---like wow, whats stopping ya from taking that around the world cruise like everybody else, or why are YOU not driving that big lincoln, or Cadillac SUV ?(whats wrong with YOU??)----my point??---don't ---oooh please don't let Madison avenue tell ya how to enjoy your life!! Anything and everything presented on Television is geared to sell, sell life styles, tell you that your just so much S***, if ya don't have this, or wear that---or live in this big home or drive that big car---don't buy it, ---if it has to be hyped that hard??---trust me---its a loser.
The sun will come upo tomorrow no matter what----its more enjoyable when ya know your not that much more in debt.---keeping up with the "Jones"----is for losers ---trust me---you will sleep better and enjoy life more for it.
The sun will come upo tomorrow no matter what----its more enjoyable when ya know your not that much more in debt.---keeping up with the "Jones"----is for losers ---trust me---you will sleep better and enjoy life more for it.
Whats For Dinner?
Here in Granola land (that's California to everyone else), we are having an unusual pre-summer hot spell. Temperatures running in the hundreds not uncommon at all. hit 107 here here Van Nuys,---(we like to portray our community as a laid back , quiet , restful patch, not to be confused with Beverly Hills, Hollywood and that ilk----but in reality, them our us.
So getting back to my post title---taking in the heat here, I plan on serving something simple but filling for dinner here, and was curious what my readers were serving in YOUR geographic areas.??
For me and the LP, tonight we are having, cold sliced meats, (bologna, ham, turkey, ), with two slice cheeses, (cheddar, Swiss). accompanied with cold baked beans, potato salad, cottage cheese, and a side of chilled fruit cocktail. I gave some thought to serving it with a glass of chilled tomato juice, but finally decided that was pushing things to far---(I'm one of those guys that would get upset if the champagne was served in plastic cups, because there were no real champagne glasses, but that's the snob I am---like hello doesn't everybody have a couple dozen real champagne glasses on the ready?)
So getting back to my post title---taking in the heat here, I plan on serving something simple but filling for dinner here, and was curious what my readers were serving in YOUR geographic areas.??
For me and the LP, tonight we are having, cold sliced meats, (bologna, ham, turkey, ), with two slice cheeses, (cheddar, Swiss). accompanied with cold baked beans, potato salad, cottage cheese, and a side of chilled fruit cocktail. I gave some thought to serving it with a glass of chilled tomato juice, but finally decided that was pushing things to far---(I'm one of those guys that would get upset if the champagne was served in plastic cups, because there were no real champagne glasses, but that's the snob I am---like hello doesn't everybody have a couple dozen real champagne glasses on the ready?)
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