Perhaps I’m Missing the Point
As you are aware, there have been protests all around the country regarding gun control. Here in Phoenix, like many other metropolitan areas, young and old alike have been out carrying signs and banners in support or opposition of guns. There was a photo on one of the newspaper’s web site that showed some adults protesting in downtown Phoenix. One man held a sign that read More Love Less Guns. As I indicated in my recent post about feeling the need to be the world’s editor, I sighed and said out loud, “More love FEWER guns.” Can’t they get it right? But it’s possible I’m missing the point. Still, the fewer/less mistake – one of the most common – is one that gets on my VERY LAST NERVE. People, listen up: If you can count it, choose fewer.
I Just Cross My Legs
I stopped at the dollar store the other day to get my grandkids’ Easter cards. (Yes, grandkids, if you’re reading this blog, you know your cards are on their way.) As I was waiting in line, I overheard a man tell the cashier that he’d had a hard time finding the men’s room. “We don’t have a men’s room,” the cashier said. The man was surprised. “Yes you do,” he said. “I just used it.” The cashier was surprised, and told the man she had never been to the back room of the store. “Really?” he said. “How long have you worked here?” She responded, “Since January.” All I could think was that she must have the bladder of a hippopotamus if she has never had to use the bathroom on any shift since January. Plus, she must not be big on the whole idea of stocking shelves. I wonder where she keeps her purse….
What Time is It?
For the past three or four years, we have hosted Easter at our house. I have generally had something resembling an open house. I cook up my kielbasa (see yesterday’s post), and Bec brings a delicious coffee cake. Later, I put out a ham and some rolls and we snack on ham sandwiches. Because my food offerings start in the morning, we need to go to the early morning Mass. The church we attend here in Mesa has a 7 o’clock, 9 o’clock, and 11 o’clock Mass. So year before last, we trotted into church at 6:40 for what we expected to be the 7 o’clock Mass, only to find it half over. I realized that the Mass time was different than usual, probably to accommodate a sunrise service. So last year, I told Bill that the Mass started at 6:30. We sauntered in around 6:10, and once again, found the Mass already in progress. This year I decided to do something radical and read the bulletin to find out the actual Mass time, not the Mass time according to Kris. Voila! Mass begins at 6 a.m. This year we might actually make it to the sunrise Mass service from the beginning. What a concept!
Long Distance Disaster Aversion
I, like many others, subscribe to Next Door, a web site that keeps us abreast of what’s happening in our respective neighborhoods. I haven’t figured out how to be on two Next Door sites – one for Denver and one for here. So, given the choice, I have elected to keep abreast of neighborhood happenings at our Denver abode. Ninety percent of the time, the postings consist of for sale items, found or lost cats, people looking for nannies, and folks whining about something being built that will destroy – DESTROY, I tell you – our neighborhood. But 10 percent of the time, I get some useful information. Like Tuesday afternoon, when I read that there was a water main break in our neighborhood, and a photo accompanied the post. I clicked on the photo, and to my chagrin, saw water pouring into the street right in front of our house. Yoiks. I was hoping to heck that the same water wasn’t running into our basement. I telephoned our Denver next door neighbor and asked her about the water main break. “What water main break?” she asked. “The one that is right in front of our respective houses,” I responded. She went out the door, cell phone in hand, and said, “Oh my goodness, you’re right. There is water running down our street.” Thankfully, we are near the top of the hill, and my daughter-in-law later confirmed that our house was nice and dry. I was even able to answer the door when the City Water Department fellow rang the bell, using our very cool Ring doorbell system. I managed a crisis from 900 miles away. How come I can’t figure out how to automatically post my blog on Facebook?
I recently spoke about tasting my first limoncello at a restaurant on the Piazza Navona in Rome, and how it was love at first taste. I also said that I was embarking on a process to make my own. My homemade limoncello is ready to drink, and so Bill and I did just that last night after dinner…..