Morning all:

Quote Of The Week:

” The future, according to some scientists, will be exactly like the past, only far more expensive.” John Sladek

Even while brilliant minds are deliriously busy discussing weather at luxury resorts in Bali, for us, without the panache of a resort setting, it is the immediacy of the approaching White Death that concerns us —or so it should, say television’s “Doppler” gang – AKA the weather weenies.

While I am sitting here enjoying my morning coffee our “Doppler” gangs are battling each other for prime corner locations from which to broadcast. The one thing they all have in common is the identical weather advisory phrase, which, in an oral tradition dating back to the Sassanians, goes something like: “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!”

It is Cincinnati’s first winter storm and we are ready!

This was an eventful week in our little household. Marcia had cataract surgery. Against her objections, I took the day off. The phrase I used to describe my reason for staying home for the day was to be at her “beck-n-call”. “Beck-n-call” is an important little phrase, one which generates enormous amounts of good will. Every attentive husband needs to grasp on to this phrase tightly and use it freely.

In military 24 hour clock format we showed up at the outpatient surgery center at 0710 hours. With a brand spanking new implanted lens Marcia and I were home at 0930 hours. Marcia started doing needlepoint, I went to bed.

I suspect that I should explain what happened. Marcia’s surgery was, in her words, “a snap.” No anesthesia other than local to her eye. I, on the other hand, had come down with a death of a cold.

I am happy to report that Marcia is 100%. After ½ a bottle of Equate, nearly a box of Alka Seltzer Cold Plus, a container of Zicam, and mega amounts of sleep, I too, am climbing the ladder towards total health.

Last night I spent two hours on Citizens on Patrol and the fresh air was part of the magic cure. Tomorrow evening our neighborhood has the annual Luminaria Walk. Walking block after block following the long trails of glowing candles, all the while greeting neighbors, is truly magical (and also a cure for a cold). I hope that our annual carbon emitting Luminaria pastime stays off the radar of the brilliant minds in Bali.

Make it a great week. Next Saturday we’ll be traveling. If interested, expect to read a post on Sunday morning instead.



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