Get yer hankies ready, “cause you will be soggy-eyed by the time you finish this tale of woe, if not wailing uncontrollably.

When I was 5, in kindergarten, there was morning kindergarten and afternoon kindergarten. I had morning kindergarten.

(Why is it kindergarTen and not kindergarDen? What is a garTen anyway? A garden is a place where you put your kids out to pasture, so they don’t bother you as much. Kindergarden is “kinder” like that.)

So anyway, one day in kindergarten, we made kites. Everyone made their own kite out of colored paper. Then we went out in the playground and flew them.

I was flying my kite, and all of a sudden, I couldn’t see any more kites like mine. I started crying and a teacher came up and asked me what was wrong. “I can’t find anyone with a kite like mine!” I moaned.

Turns out, morning kindergarten was over, I was so into flying my kite, I didn’t notice when everyone in my class mustered, and went home.

But that’s not the sad part. The sad part is that it happened again, yesterday.

I get off work at 4:30. Yesterday, I was at my desk, working, and I looked at my watch and it was 4:45! I wasn’t even packed up to go home yet! It was almost 5 by the time I got outta there!

Console yourselves, because after dinner last night and a good nights sleep, I’m almost fully recovered from this horrible incident. I might need to seek professional counselling later on, as may you, but together, we’ll just cross those bridges as they come.

I’m sorry for upsetting you so.

Try to have a good day after reading this. It’ll be tough, but I have faith that you can do it!

Last Monday, I posted thatI thought I was getting over this cold. Well, I guess I;m still “gettin’ over It”.because it is really hanging on. It’s not too bad in the daytime, but at night it tickles my throat and I cough and cough. Las night I slept propped up on a wedge of pillows and slept muvh better.

It was a good weekend. Went to a wedding. Recorded a conventioin and now it’s back to work.

Have a great day!

For my post today, I was going to tell this joke, but found out I already posted it.

Looking forward to the weekend, It’s the 2020 Cayman Roundup. I’m recording the whole thing for future distribution.

Should be a good weekend!

YOU have a good weekend too!

On my phone, and on my tablet, I have a collection of photos that I really like that I don’t really use. I think I’ll post some of them here.

It’s also harder and harder, seems like, to wake up in the mornings. Bring on the weekend.

I just found out about this, so for gawds sake, be careful!

It could ruin your Grandmas birthday!

Still waiting on these f*****g guys to get through with the electrical drawing modifications for the home addition. Been waiting longer for this part than it took for the whole construction project.

Today I start applying pressure.

I don’t rekkon I’m in a very good mood today. The dogs seemed to give me a lot of trouble on the walk this morning, and I deduced that it’s me, not them, with the problem.

Have a good day!

Weekend. It wasn’t the greatest weekend.

I was trying to be clever, the title of this post was going to be “Not The Greatest Weekend”, but I’m not very clever. So at the last minute, I changed the title.

Last week the wife caught a sore throat and cold. She even took a sick day. End of last week, I started getting sick too. Friday, I went to bed about 7:20 and got up about 12 hours later, stayed up about 3 hours and slept again till for another 6.

Yesterday, (Sunday) I snoozed a lot, and cleaned my side of the closet. I should have taken a before and after picture. I’ve got a pretty huge “give away pile”. I also cleaned the kitchen. Enjoy it while it lasts. My wife is definitey the messy one around here!

Last night, neither one of us could sleep, the sound of loud coughing coughing coughing. It was ridiculous. This morning, I feel well enough to go to work, but my advice to you is this: Get sick during the work week, not on the weekend.

Mondays around here are garbage days. I was walking the dogs this morning and saw the garbage men and their truck. I started thinking. “Imagine a new garbage truck. Imagine the fresh paint, the New Car smell, the beautiful paint, brand new and clean inside the garbage area. Shiny. Fresh paint smell. Imagine you’re the garbage man an you have to be the first one to throw someones can full of rotten wet stinky fetid foul putrid gross nauseating garbage in a brand new, sparkly clean garbage truck.” (I took all the commas out because the effect is, I think, better!)

I probably couldn’t do it, or at least, I’d need some psychological couselling aftwards. I could never forgive my self. Poor, poor garbage trucks!

Have a good week, stay well. Try not to think of those poor, poor garbage trucks, Try not to think of how they were new and loved once!

I woke up this morning at 4:15, feeling sharp! I was glad to have a;mother half hour to sleep, and when I woke at the alarm, I was brain dead and groggy. (It got better!)

I feel like I talk about this a lot here, and wish I understood better the brain. Mostly, I think, I wish I just had more control over mine. I’m not really talking about emotions, emotions, I think, are quite easy to manage. I’m talking about alertness. I am aware of different levels of alertness.

I remember in High School, one day, taking a test. I’d read the question, and I could reach back in my head and remember the teacher talking about it. I was really smart that day. Smartest day of my life. Even the teacher noticed, I asked a question about what she said that day she said it. She was impressed by the detail of my memory, and said so.

I’m aware of these levels of intelligence in my head, but what part of my brain is doing the analysing? There must be some unwavering standard that I’m using to measure.

Back at the radio station, there was a period where the transmitter frequently blew fuses. I’d go out there, change the fuse, and everything seemed OK, I couldn’t find the problem, because it was intermittent. One night, I went out there, brain set on changing the fuse and going back home to bed but there was the problem, the real problem. I remember the sensation of physically trying to get my brain to turn on, like starting an engine. I went out there all dull headed and I remember trying to become more alert. I did find the problem that night, and the transmitter was fixed, really fixed, and quit blowing fuses that night, but I’ll never forget it. The “trying to start the brain” sensation.

I’m really interested in this, and I don’t think it’s really understood by humanity.

But I think the human brain is cool.

Hae a great day!

Getting a slow start this morning, I thought I’d have some extra time, but it doesn’t seem that way.

Slept good but had weird dreams. I dreamed I was looking in stores for a MP3 player. The saleslady showed me one that looked like a yellow pistol. And it was a cassette player. I was looking at thru the plastic, and told the lady I didn’t want it because it didn’t have wireless headphones. Not sure it even played MP3s, it looked old, probably just a cassette player.

Then a friend of mine walks up, carrying a bathroom sink. He’s angry, and says “Look at this.” He opens the tap, (there’s no water hooked up) and the thing starts vibrating and making horrible noise and I can see the pipes and fittings cracking. I reach out and touch it and everything is loose, barely bolted together. He seems angry, like it’s my fault his bathroom sink is falling apart. Last thing I remember in the dream is telling him the first thing he needs to do is tighten everything up.

And that’s it for today. Havva goodun!