Last of November 2015

I awoke this morning to the deafening roar of thundering, flapping wings. I bolted to the window, the monarchs were passing thru headed to Mexico.

OK. So they went thru LAST week but I was busy. Still busy but let me get right after it for no one, NO ONE, has enough free time even for the briefest of updates.

There is all sorts of news, broad spectrum, some good, some bad.

I had lunch last Tuesday with a former Boss, a GOOD one, and he told me a former colleague/co-worker was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. A former smoker. ‘Not public knowledge …’ so not to go any further.

Today, I was talking to another more recent friend, and he told me he had doctors appointments. He had surgery last week & informed me he had a brain tumor.

Two additions to the Prayer list.

Some good news, a sign has been SOLD !! That’s the good news, the bad news is now I have to work & finish it. Worked most of today, some tonight & more tomorrow. Once the wood was selected, the layout & design was the next challenge. I didn’t realize there was so much to it.

Then I dropped a tool, a small bit for the dremel, and cannot for the life of me find it. So must order another to replace it. The tip makes shaping & forming sign letters much easier, faster & quicker so it is kinda important or at LEAST nice to have.

There is a show this Saturday at Tupps Brewery in McK. Should be good. I need to sign up & soon. Like today.

Thanksgiving was nice. The cranberry sauce was a flop & such an embarrassment. I used my immersion hand blender & made a puree/paste over-doing the power button a bit too long.

Turkey was good. The turkey & ham were both fully processed & now resting in the freezer.

What else ?

Saturday Patty & I took in the Matinee at Undermain Theater. The Night Alive was good and one can see how & why it won the awards.

Cold here at the cloud. Afterall, it IS winter. Almost. It was 10 upstairs this morning, 14 downstairs.

WHATS’S THAT IN ENGLISH ?

It’s called Farenheit Doyle. Get with the program already you old fart.

That would be 50 & 57, respectively. Dolt.

I got to go.

I can’t take it any longer.

Here is a safe, amusing link. Short too.

http://safeshare.tv/w/kLlmcNCGBk