Trash collection today. They hauled off all the stuff that the neighbors hadn’t already gotten. It feels great! And we have a lead on someone who may want to come get all our old books and CDs. I’m doing a little dance…
Work in back yard completed. New drive-through gate installed in fence. Any future needed work in back will be easier now. Really feeling the itch to start looking for another house to shorten Mr. Tldz’s commute. And have a different space. I’m a lot different than I was when I moved in here 9 years ago. Space needs to reflect that one of these days…
Only when I saw the dateline on my previous post did it hit me: It was 8 years ago today that we lost Lyndra.
Time is strange. In some ways, it seems a long, long time ago. But then I have to say, “Eight years?!? Almost a decade?!” I live in the same house I did then, and am at least somewhat in touch with many of the same friends. But life is very different. I feel like a different person. I’m not sure entirely changed for the better… That merits some further reflection. But one of the good changes is wailing…
So there’s been a story all over the news about a young mother who died at our local trauma center and then had her wedding and engagement rings stolen - by the hospital social worker type who was responsible for looking after her belongings. They guy has turned himself in, but the rings haven’t been found yet. And the news tonight reported that according to the hospital, this loser is still employed there. Um, hello, HR Department? Get your act together and fire the bum. Just one more reason to be skeptical about how this hospital is run. Really good trauma care, but beyond that…
What an awful thing to do to a grieving family. Really, we can be ugly to each other.
UPDATE: Good news - the “alleged” thief told the police where to find the rings, and they have been found at a local pawn shop.
I miss you, my roomie. I wish you were still with us. Chatting with RW & S the other night reminded me that The Sixpack just isn’t right with only five. So for the eighth time, instead of sending you a birthday card or anything, I’ll write a memorial check to our dear alma mater for the library acquisitions fund. And wonder how well or poorly we would have done at keeping in touch over the long haul if we’d had the chance. I should visit your tree sometime…
David Paterson is not the first blind governor:
As a child, Mr. Paterson suffered a bad ear infection that damaged his optic nerve, leaving him legally blind. He is the first blind governor of New York,
and the second in the nation (Bob Cowley Riley, almost entirely blind, filled in as chief executive of Arkansas for 11 days in 1975).
Amanda Shaw points out a new book about Johnny Cash and a article about the man from the First Things archives.
I’m glad to see that Geoffrey Chaucer is branching out into BURMA SHAVE ads.
Sometimes one does not have a llama, but one must nevertheless fight crime! This was one of those times! Because I did not have a llama, but a crime was
going down right outside my window!
Nothing much to write at the moment. Just thought I’d check out the new blog-ability on our website. Little by little the site reconstruction/re-design is coming along. Poor Mr. Tldz has plenty of other things to do, though. Garbanzo’s arrival is getting awfully close!