Monday Meanderings - Sep 7

Note to self:

Do. not. eat. anything - not even a "light" meal - before going to Physical Therapy.

There has been so little precipitation this summer that one forgets the nomenclature. Someone commented that her husband was so taken with a few drops of rain that he said, "Look! There's rain..., uh, rain... pieces!"

We met Barbara's sister and brother and their spouses in San Marcos the other day for lunch and family time. Betty and Thayne had just completed an Alaskan cruise and we enjoyed hearing about that. Evidently the highlight of the trip was after one particular docking, going down to the shoreline and watching them try to extract the large, dead whale from the prow of the cruise ship. The Cruise Line insists that it was already dead or nearly so - they swear that they normally don't impale whales with their ships.

He said (softly tapping her on the shoulder, according to the rules of the game): "Swat Bug Green."
She said: "You know, I like it better when you are oblivious to the game."
He said: "Ha! You can dish it out but you can't take it!"
She said: "Oh, I can take it. I didn't backhand you or anything, did I?"


and I personally think the hysteria over Swine Flu is getting out of hand.