Updated Saturday morning!
I was bored, boring and isolated yesterday. Didn’t answer the phone and didn’t much leave the house.
Go Pokes! It was fun to listen to the OSU Cowboy football team win yesterday, the only Big 12 team out of three to win a bowl game that day (K-State lost to Rutgers and Tx A&M lost to Cal). The ‘boys almost pulled one of their famous choke jobs in the 4th Quarter, but found a way to win with a “last second” field goal. Makes a 7-6 year seem like a success.
An ice shelf broke off the Canadian Arctic. It’s the size of 11,000 football fields and is known to have been there for at least 3,000 years. Here’s a link to the story:
http://www.breitbart.com/news/na/cp_n122847A.xml.html
However, and a big HO HUM, there’s no such thing as global warming. Nothing to see here folks, move along. Ignore the man behind the curtain.
My friend Dzaster got stuck in Tucumcari, N.M. by the snowstorm that closed I-40, but she was on her way again midmorning Friday.
I was restless and wanted to go out last night, but there was no one I really wanted to hang with and I didn’t want to sit someplace alone nor did I want pot luck at one of my hangouts. Part of the trouble is my finances. I really don’t have the money after Christmas to go out and party. Also, I don’t have my mind right. I’m self described as restless, discontent and irritable and that’s no time to go out prowling. Too much of a danger to my sobriety. So, I stayed home and prowled the internet. (That’s how I knew about the ice shelf breaking off).
Some of you know my Mom was in the hospital just before Christmas. We talked yesterday and her health crisis has passed for now. She’s going to be just fine, I’m thankful to say. My in-town sister had taken my daughter out on the porch for a little private talk about how grandmother might not come home from the hospital … ever. So, I guess miracles still happen.
By the simple expedient of sloth, my face became grizzled over the holiday and part of the big fun I had all by myself yesterday was to shave but leave a “jazz beard” consisting of a trimmed moustache and a circle of fuzz that outlines my chin. I may wear it for a day or two, but I really don’t think it’s all that flattering.
I’m trying to read a little Aristotle, but as Thomas Gray observed that’s a little like trying to eat dry hay.
I’m taking a new medicine to help me stop smoking. My quit day is New Year’s day, Monday. One effect of the pills is to make the cigarets taste bad. It’s working.
Poor Jerry Ford is dead. He came to town once and my Mom, then a Republican, provided support staff help for him and thought he was a terrific guy. Back when I was a reporter, I once interviewed Betty Ford and I really liked her, thought she was a world class woman. Seems a shame that history will always remember him as an asterick in the Nixon saga.
Pray for peace and resist that urge to surge. Peace out.
Post Script: I forgot to mention that I wasn’t the only one plagued with not much to do over the holidays. I watched a segment of local news in which Cherokee Ballard — with a straight face, I might add — broadcast the stunning news of a fight in a jail all the way up in North Platte, Nebraska, over flatulance. Yes, two prisoners got into a fight over stinking farts in the cell. Like that doesn’t happen every freakin’ day of the year in some jail somewhere! I about fell out of my chair. Think she’ll include that piece in her farewell roundup of highlights of her career? They even had a talking head bit of film of the local sherriff in North Platte saying both men had been charged with assault. What TV news producer approved this? Was this some cruel joke played on a TV broadcaster with a famous mastectomy? Show us your tits, Cherokee, just like old times in college when you were a hot legged sorority chick! Cruel, cruel, cruel and the biggest cruelty of all was to her viewers, including me. I didn’t want to know about prisoners and stinking farts, thank you very much.