- Did I share the bad news that thieves brazenly stole our son's Toyota truck's catalytic converter a few weeks ago by cutting it from the exhaust line with a Sawsall before dawn while it was parked right in front of our house? While that was tragic, it turned funny when I dumbly repeated that someone told me it had value because of the plutonium inside. Uh, that should have been platinum, my husband corrected. No nuclear fission taking place here!
- In other bad news, my doctor boss at Job #2 has decided to end his solo practice, so we will all be out of a job at the end of June. My friend Pat, the receptionist, has been answering patients who ask her what she is going to do next with, "I'm going to find a husband." A surprising strategy, but one that gets a laugh.
- Traffic rant: They have been digging up a busy street downtown for
weeksmonths, replacing storm drains, closing off one of the two lanes. While driving with caution is good, I want to tell the driver at the front of the long single line of cars ahead of me, it is really not necessary to slow down to 5 mph while gawking at the heavy equipment. Pay attention!
- My sister, the dog lover, remembered my dog's age as 12 when I told her it was his birthday. She remarked about herself that it seems silly that she can't remember all her nieces and nephews' ages, but always knows how old the dog is.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Tuesday's Orts--bits and scraps of thoughts and happenings that land here semi-regularly.