Month: October 2017

Some have said that nappers are born, not made.  I don’t know exactly who said it, but it bears saying again loudly.  And while I’m at it, I’ll say that there are associations and societies for almost everything, so now is the time for nappers worldwide to unite.  I propose the formation of the Universal Society By and For Nappers.  Our banner will include a background of “z’s” and twinkling stars with the legend, “Call me in an hour.” Continue reading “Napping – Art form or a Skill?”

As I drove home the other day from the grocery store, having picked up a few items – notably three or four bottles of carbonated beverages that were running laps around the back of the car, I began to imagine the type of person or persons that would design those containers.  Continue reading “Plastics are out to get me!”

The most direct route by car from central New England to DC invariably take us through Connecticut.  A picturesque, upscale, well-manicured state rich in history and culture.  We can travel through New York, New Jersey, Maryland, and Pennsylvania without incident, but the traffic always seems to stall in Connecticut.  In fact, on one fairly recent trip, clear sailing up along the coast until . . . yep, crossing the border into Danbury.  Night paving in Waterbury, somebody clipping hedges in Willimantic, whatever the reason, it always takes longer to get through Connecticut.    Continue reading “Just Passing Through”

No doubt about it – the topic is morbidly fascinating.  As I get older, I find myself checking out the obituary pages more and more.  They’ve evolved over the years for simple, skeletal outlines of a person’s life – place of birth, parents, spouse and family, military service, jobs and hobbies.   Slowly, whoever is writing these is attempting poetic flights of fancy with phrases like  –  “passed into the hands of God” or “stepped off the Heavenly cliff”.  As we don’t know exactly where the dearly departed ended up, this could be misleading.  “Dropped in the fiery abyss” may well be more accurate, or to some survivors, a more fitting end.  Continue reading “‘Til Death Do Us Write (Thoughts on Obituaries)”

OK, I’ll admit that I don’t go quite as often as I should.  Some people (typically those that read directions before doing anything) go every few months.  I go every few years or until something in that region hurts, whichever comes last.  My guiding health care philosophy is, “if it’s not causing pain, it must be fine.”  That could be risky, the professionals tell me.  Continue reading “The Dentist’s Office”

Is it just me, or is each individual, couple, or family coming through “House Hunters” getting much closer to finding that sweet spot where the real estate agent reveals his or her true feelings, mutters an uncharacteristic barrage of foul language, slams doors, and storms out?  We would never actually see this on camera, but if viewers can put up with Marriage Bootcamp, this is the next logical step for viewers of home buying. Recent episodes seem to go something like this:  Continue reading “House Hunters Annoying”