I'm Just Saying

Joking with girlfriends last week it became even more evident that I’m often the odd one out. I seem to be the only person I know who hasn’t yet seen Michael Buble in concert, used an air fryer or sport a tattoo.

During barn chores, particularly in the dark of the early morning hours, along with much of the day in the second building I occupy, our house, I tend to stream classical music for both its comfort and vibrancy. And I am always somewhat agog when I think of the desperately young age that such masterpieces—in all of the arts—were created.

It’s an annual, $10 billion dollar industry, Halloween, and as Covid-19 cases are lower than last year, more parties are being thrown with those attending wearing all kinds of costumes.

"Christmas is being ruined this year!”

We’ve had, with apologies to Saint-Saens, a true ‘Carnival of the Animals’ appear on the farm over the years.

If you have pets then you’ll be well aware of the inexplicable timing of an illness or injury that presents itself just after your local vet’s office closes, or on a Sunday.

And so it was with our cat, Bernie, who always manages to look earnest, even when I caught sight of him straining to empty his bladder in the litter box.

I really must begin playing the lottery. Or at least buying multiple scratch off tickets.

There’s trouble in River City.

Or make that Liquor City.

The chairman of North Carolina’s ABC Commission, who also has the coolest name of any public official, Zander Guy, resigned Friday after a chain of difficulties that have left bare shelves in liquor stores across the state.