It’s been in development for years but now being released on roads in the U.K. are the world’s first ‘driverless’ cars, i.e. two-seater ‘pods’ that roar down the pavement at 12 mph and are designed to take people on short journeys.
I'm Just Saying
There are those that say, with some validation, that social media, particularly Facebook, is notoriously narcissistic: “it’s all about me, me, me- my fabulous children, our amazing skiing trip to Aspen, my wonderful husband, our agonizing choice between the Benz and the Beemer!”
It’s not that I look forward to my own death (except during pledging on PBS and emptying the dishwasher), but I am very pleased a new product has come onto the market because, boys and girls, I absolutely intend to purchase it.
Obviously, before I check out.
I speak of the “Bios Urn,” which, according to its website:
I’ll bet adding a bit of fennel or caraway seed to that would be marvelous,” I mused, as Paul and I settled in with our wine and nibbles to watch another episode of ‘The Great British Baking Show,’ currently airing on PBS.
Listen, it’s winter. There’s little else to do but think about food.
A friend of mine, the lucky so-and-so, just left town for a six-week tropical vacation. As I break the ice in the horses’ water trough in the morning, I imagine her, lying on a Costa Rican beach with sun, sand, and a frou-frou drink, a paper umbrella stuck in it.
Creeping up, like Kudzu covering a road sign, like a stink bug onto a light fixture, like all sorts of things that give you the willies regarding their advancement...
I speak, oh, gentle reader, your Aunty Pam speaks of the morphing that occurs when we begin to turn into our parents.
And so the New Year is upon us!
I find the idea of making resolutions to be deadly dull and not terribly effective. In fact, when I look back at the several I have made in past years, no pencil was needed to tick off which ones I’d managed to uphold:
A solemn vow to avoid refined sugar. Fail.
I read a comment recently that had never occurred to me and I thought it worthwhile to pass along:
My mother may have not had have had the chiseled body of Madonna, but man o’ man, in her prime, she had a forearm like Popeye. She had to- in order to tackle her yearly holiday cakes.