Time to forget about the past or remember the future and disappear into the role of a regular citizen again.
A nod to the family of no. 66 on the Cherokee Chiefs football team.
Thanks to Peggy for the wonderful country dinner tonight.
The Committee, what’s that?
I’ve forgotten the past already.
The future doesn’t exist, does it?
You’re on your own for a while.
This Rip Van Winkle is settling in for another long winter’s nap.
Zzzz…
Did you hear the commentator who compared Bloomberg’s clearing out of a NYC park to the Trail of Tears march and cleansing of Polish ghettos? Wow! Let’s get real.
Where is a good cobbler when you need a reboot?
The Committee is in session again – talk to you later.
Take a SWAG at what’s gonna happen next.
Stain with a stitched-up nose after volunteering to carry a dresser, smiling at Beauregard’s – happy early 21st!
A young woman attempting to test students and categorise them into standards without administering a standardised test.
Stephanie from Brookdale Place Dining Services delivering sandwiches while we finished moving in.
Morgan with blue eyes at the PetSmart checkout counter.
Tommy’s Pizza.
Saying goodbye to Leonard, Brenda, Rob, Kerri, Daryl and the rest of the HarborChase staff.
Kelly the herbalist, Jenn the rocket propulsion specialist, April the doctor of chiropractic.
Was that Todd Lumpkin visiting a relative at HarborChase?
Thanks to Robert, Matt and Kennedy at Two Men and a Truck; Tonya H at the Gondolier in Athens, TN.
Getting your husband a one-day pass on the local military base so he can drop you off and take your car for its scheduled maintenance.
Thanks to Mike at Bill Penney Toyota service dept. for taking care of our 2002 Camry with 190k+ miles.
To Mrs. Rozier, happy early 85th!
In one week, it’s possible to find out your company lost a government contract, you get hired by the winning company, move your mother from one assisted living community to another (arranging a lot of background logistics), attend dance class for two hours, take your mother to visit friends at her hometown, stroll through a street festival, attend a college football game, see friends at a ’70s sock hop for high school classes 1970-1980, eat lunch with in-laws and…what else? Wash clothes, buy cat food, prepare to teach a scrapbooking class…oh yeah, and think you lost an important refund check that causes you to say out loud in a carpark, “I can’t take it anymore…I’m going crazy!”
Frustrated, you return home, rummage through some old bills and find an envelope full of dividend checks and the all-important refund check.
All is good.
You can jump on facebook and read happy messages from your friends.
And then put clothes in the dryer / clothes in the washer, fold clothes, pet/feed the cats, and finally, after washing your face and brushing your teeth, crawl into bed with your husband in a safe and secure middle-class home.
Life is grand.
And then you get to do it all over again!
According to the scientists chained to the wall tethered to our basement supercomputer, the nanobots we fed young seedlings resulted in mature plants disguised as home/business landscaping material that serve as organic networking nodes.
So far, only trees and large shrubs work well in the network.
I’ve coerced encouraged the scientists to include grass and indoor tropical plants in their nanobot networking research.
They’ll work on mulch next.
Good thing we’ve already figured out how to disguise carpet, hardwood flooring, sheetrock walls, paint, wallpaper, lighting and ceiling material as wireless communication networks.
We’re everywhere you do and don’t want to be seen — you’re famous and didn’t know it, in other word! 😉
More as it develops…
Sipping a glass of Salignac VS Cognac out of a small bottle purchased at Suzanne’s Liquor between South Pittsburg and Kimball, TN, on Saturday.
The world in motion flows.
The body in aging goes.
My godfather always told me, before memory loss took away his wisdom, it’s not what you know, it’s what you have on who you know.
Tonight, while transporting my 94-year young mother in-law from one place to another, a kind officer of the law, who also happens to be a close friend of the family, pulled me over for what appeared to be an expired licence tag.
Instead, Nathan discovered that his friends are my niece and nephew and I, the Forgetful Professor, the Reluctant Leader of Seven Billion, had shoved my licence renewal form in the glovebox along with the sticker that’s supposed to go on the car tag.
In the middle of traffic hour, I stepped out of the baby Bimmer, strolled to the back of the car and applied the sticker to the proper position after guidance from a uniformed friend of the family.
You see, that’s life.
All seven billion of us connected.
Changing.
In the middle of a major transformation.
Global Shock Doctrine 2.0. The prototypes have been tested. Time to roll out preproduction models.
And here I thought being childless meant I was worthless and easily forgotten.
I am, but that’s beside the point.
14,087 days to go.
Are you ready?
Thanks to Ida (a/k/a Wonder Woman) and her patient sidekick, Cord.
I wish I could get people to stop worrying about UFOs and focus on the task at hand.
Well, back to the future…
I hope the family of 1AUFN is all right.
Mmm…БУМУКА!:
Cookie from basket won during silent auction at Huntsville Land Trust Three Caves Dance, 2011.
The thing is…sigh…that is…the universe being just a figment of my imagination (which begs the question, “Who am I and where did I come from?”)…
Should the Apple board of directors proceed with building the ground-based spaceship in Cupertino?
Should the global financial wizards help China smoothly transition to a consumption-based economy rather than export-based?
Does U.S. economic history have a clear answer?
What if you gave to a sperm bank and no one wanted your donation? What kind of interest rate do sperm banks guarantee on certificates of deposit? Do they offer savings and checking accounts? What about debit cards? ATMs?
If I am a figment of my imagination, what is my imagination a figment of?
Who created the word figment in the first place?
Today is a day when I am withdrawn into myself for purposes of ascertaining meaning out of nothingness…to create a new universe that looks similarly the same as the last one, which is merely a blank slate with a background image as a starting point for my imagination…while the last one begs for my attention.
Anyone listening to FM stations, anymore? See if they’ll listen to you!
And if anyone asks, Copts don’t cop out just because the cops showed up. Ask the Brights.
treetrunkdings 