My sons and their families gave me gift certificates for Father's Day this year. One of them chose a gift certificate from Home Depot and the other chose one from Amazon.com. I appreciated both of them, of course, and will try to find something that I'd like to have from there.
Paul sent me an article this afternoon from The New Republic titled, «From Whittaker Chambers to George W. Bush. The End of the Journey» by Sam Tanenhaus. It was long and interesting and educational. As I read it though, I was reminded why I like reading things online, about which I've written before here.
This morning I decided to look at what the manufacturer (Post) recommends as a serving size for a bowl of the cereal I eat. 'Tain't much folks. A half cup of cereal together with a half cup of milk is supposed to get you off on the right foot for the day, and to power your 30 minutes a day of vigorous exercise, and to last you until lunch arrives. I'm sure that in some parts of the world this amount of food might seem quite adequate. Indeed! it might be the stuff of gratitude in some countries.
If any of you are still checking this weblog, you'll have noticed that I haven't posted anything new here in a couple of weeks. I haven't been incarcerated, or hospitalized, and I am not in a coma, I'm pleased to report, but I just haven't felt up to posting anything, and the longer I have waited to post the more difficult it has been to think of anything significant to say upon my return. Why I have these blockages, I don't know, but have them I do occasionally, so that's just the way it is. I'll use this post to note a few things that have happened and comment on some discoveries I made while I was on my unplanned vacation from posting.
If you've been a reader of this blog for any time at all, you'll have seen me mention my friend Paul Moor, whom I have known now since the early 1990s, almost 15 years.
I virtually never take a vacation, last year's cruise to Alaska with Carole being a spectacularly notable exception, but I do take virtual vacations. For instance, I am participating in two vacations, vicariously and virtually this Memorial Day weekend, with my son Mike and his extended family at Ft. Walton Beach, FL, and with Andy of Yellow Swordfish and his wife, as they visit the American west and southwest from the British Isles. (Also see Andy's posts here and here.) The beauty of virtual vacations is that I can switch quickly from the beach to the Grand Canyon and I don't incur the shock to my bank account of having to stop every 300 or 400 miles to get soaked at a gas station, nor do I have to leave the familiar surroundings or the comfort of my own computer. All in all, I'm glad I'm here rather than there.
I went to the doctor to have my eyes examined on Monday the twenty-first. It had been two years since I had had an exam and it was time, if for no other reason than to check for glaucoma. As it turns out, my «dress» glasses, meaning the ones I wear everyday when I go out of the house, the trifocals without the lines, weren't working for me as well as they used to. I need them to see things at a distance while I'm driving, to a restaurant for instance, but once I get to the restaurant those same glasses don't work as well as they used to because I now find reading the menu to be difficult. So I was due for an eye exam for that reason as well. It turns out that I do need a new prescription, which I am having filled ... for $480.50 (ouch!).
Yesterday or the day before, I was tagged by Tish and invited to list 5 goals of mine. I must admit that I am more into pipe dreams and fairy tales than I am into goals. It's a character flaw I suppose to be a dreamer rather than a planner. When my friend Jerry recently made some very kind remarks about me in which he said,
This morning I composed and sent this message to Patricia Pomerleau, the CEO of the online service CEOExpress.
A former colleague and friend, Jerry Pounds, is quoted extensively this morning in a Wall Street Journal article by Jeff Zaslow. So as Jerry basks in his moment of notoriety, I bask in the knowledge that I once knew someone who is considered quotable by someone who writes for a widely-read publication, and therefore by extension, and I would add by a real stretch of the imagination, I am now famous! 14:59, 14:58, 14:57 ... the seconds of my 15 minutes of fame tick away furiously. Damn, fame is fleeting!
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