Coming home from a performance in Hendersonville, which should have, frankly, included combat pay for having to negotiate down the Saluda Grade at 10 p.m. with a line of big rigs snapping at my heels, I was astonished to see the glow of a cell phone in one driver’s hand as I was passed by one car, whipping ahead of me.
I'm Just Saying
After a particularly busy morning, coupled with living amid the chaos of a bathroom demolition, I thought I might treat myself to lunch at our local joint. I’m not a meat eater, but there I can get the best Greek salad around, or alternatively, eggplant parmesan, if I don’t plan to do any heavy lifting for several days.
Listen, I don’t know if your appearances are tied to some sort of Halloween marketing ploy or if there was a convention called (that originated in the woods behind an apartment complex) that we weren’t aware of, but look, you’re freaking us out.
What’s worse, you’re embarrassing us.
Saturday morning our impossibly spry, 14 year old Rosie, asked to be let out for her usual routine of doing her business, followed by 20 minutes of ‘woofling’ at the woods, bouncing off her front paws at each bark, to let the world know she is up and reporting for duty, before reappearing, bright eyed (she only has one), and ready for breakfast.
Besides the plastic fan that I had won, a decade ago, at The Dollar Store, of which I wasn’t even allowed to claim for quite some time as I had filled out the raffle ticket with the name, ‘Pam Banana’ (long story, you have to read the book. Did I mention it’s still available on amazon.com? Never too early to begin your Christmas shopping!
It had been a good four days since I had seen ‘our’ mangy fox, Freddie, in the flesh, taking the hard boiled egg I’ve injected with ivermectin to clear up his disease.
My choices to write about this week were either a fox I’m trying to heal from sarcoptic mange, or the fact that America just nominated its first woman for President of the United States.
Sorry, Freddy, you get bumped to next week.
When it’s this oppressively hot, with stagnant air and humidity that stays put like a house guest that has long over stayed their welcome, I try to make myself feel better as I feel the first rivulets of sweat trickle down my back at 7 a.m.
This whole pickle jar thing began when our local recycling facility stopped, for some reason, accepting glass.
Regardless if you are a regular viewer of Fox News or not, most folks are familiar with Gretchen Carlson, who worked at the network for 11 years before being unfairly ousted, she now alleges in a lawsuit, for rejecting sexual advances from the network head, Roger Ailes, as well as suffering ‘sexist and condescending’ behavior from former colleag