Precipitation

Whatever it is.

Most Mundane of Dreams

   The instructor didn't ask for the answer exactly.  She said if you know the answer, raise your hand. I knew the answer so I raised my hand, not to answer the question, but just to comply.  So she called on me, by name, to answer the question she'd asked. By now, I'd forgotten what the question was. She would not repeat it, but waited for me to answer.  "Geneva," I said. She said no, that was the "wrong answer" I'd already given. So I amended my answer to what I'd meant to say in the first place, and answered "Geneseo." That was correct.
  ***It's 3:48 A.M. and I'm just learning the Election results.  I meant to watch them last night, but, trying to filter out the election returns while avoiding the most horrible of news stories, I fell asleep. The returns I'm viewing now are also rather horrible. So I guess I'll just stay awake until it's time to go to my appointment,  a horror story in itself.

Wish Book is back!

   I just saw an announcement that Sears Wish Book is back.  Online though, so that pours water on the memories.  Back in the day, the true advent of the Christmas Season started the day  the mailman brought our copy of the Wish Book.
   What followed was hours of searching the pages, with pencil in hand. By the end of November, most of the toys were circled for Santa to bring, for Santa did read the Wish Book.  Everybody did.

1970's Styling

Check out the "big hair" on the chick in the green jacket.  Not to mention the Mini-Skirt.

Rule made to be broken:

     The beds in the house have always been off limits to furry creatures. The sofas are allowed as is the non-leather chair, and that compact has never been broken.  Until one day last week when I went into the bedroom and saw-----

Obsolete Memory Storage

  If I could only delete unneeded stuff that's stored in my memory, that should open up a space to store current information, shouldn't it? For instance, I have absolutely no reason to know  that my college Student Number was 21293.  That  was once a vital identification number, used on every reference to academic performance, but that was a very long time ago. I have no reason to be able to recall that the first license plate on my father's car that I was able to read was 7A-3535. I'm not even sure of the license plate number on the car I drive now. If I could just substitute one for the other.  And  I know that my sister's first telephone number when she married and left home was 235-3299.  That was the first number listed in the Telephone Directory after she moved and had a new number.  It belonged to AAA Ace Services or something like that.

Inane use of perfectly good words:

1) "Throw in"----   From recipe usage of "throwing in" the mixing bowl each ingredient and then taking that mixture and "throwing it in" the oven;  to filling your own child's lunchbox by "throwing in " those  healthy offerings and  snack items.  Not to mention taking your own children and "throwing" them into your car, etc.
2) "Grab"-------I just heard an announcement of how to "Grab your clothing purchases."  Everything is "grabbed" on the Shopping Networks from soup to nuts, (not to be taken in any offensive way.) Sure, you might grab a coffee on your way to work. But just listen and you'll hear that everything is now being "grabbed," and what's the big rush?