I often think of something I might write about in this here blog thing but then reject it if I know that what I have to say about it will generate only a paragraph or a couple sentences.
I’ll bet you’re way ahead of me, aren’t you? Yes, here are some of those things.
One year we were doing massive Christmas shopping in a huge shopping mall. Before we were anywhere near done, we had too many packages to carry, so we rented a stroller and piled all the bags and boxes into it as we went. Sometimes people stopped and bent down to look at the child, or where the child would be. Reactions varied.
My friend Tony (the guy with the deaf cat) said he used to think that SRO stood for “sold right out.”
Did you ever notice that microfiber cloth catches on your hands the same way an apricot catches on your tongue?
And why does powdered sugar taste cold?
A hundred years ago immigrants Anglicized their first names when they came to America, and they gave their kids good ol' Yankee names too. Not any more.
I object to dressing little children in caps and gowns for “graduation” from kindergarten. Caps and gowns should be saved for high school, at least.
Someone I knew tried to convince me that all baby animals are cute and cuddly. Are you kidding? Have you ever seen a baby hippopotamus?
There was a guy I saw getting out of a car who then made sure every door was locked before he left it. I thought it was very strange since it was a convertible with the top down.
I've never found a way to include one of my favorite quotes in a posting, so I'll just do it now. "A dream without a plan is just a wish." (American track star Willye White)
I used to know a woman named Jim. Not a nickname, not short for something else, just Jim. Her father wanted a boy, didn’t get one, and you know the rest. She was our family doctor’s nurse. She was very nice.
I liked the year 1961 because it is the same upside down.
There’s probably more, but that’ll do. For now.
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