This trend of weekly wrap-ups is a bit of a bad habit so please accept my apologies for the lackadaisical writing. My lame excuses are…Thanksgiving and…well that’s what it will be this week.
Seriously, part of being a nurse is working every other holiday but that mentality makes it feel like you’re working every single holiday although I’m not sure why. I’ll wager it has much to do with the reality that if you’re lucky enough to get a holiday off, you’re working the day before and the day after and what can you do with that? Tell sick people to stay home? It doesn’t work, I’ve done it to no avail.
The boys are getting ready for a third Thanksgiving dinner–this one is at home. We did the obligatory meals with both spousal sides, which was very nice but left us with nothing to make turkey sandwiches, stews, souffles, waffles, chowder, milkshakes and best of all, turkey whip surprise. My youngest son turns green when I rattle off this list of things I said my mother created for weeks after Thanksgiving. Why I delight in this manner of torture I’ll never know.
Here’s a novel idea for locking up bicycles. My bikes are dear to me and I would consider this option if it were more practical, cheaper and lighter than a kryptonite lock. Don’t those Germans think of everything?
This is is something I am deeply thankful for not getting into:
Tattoos have always been an odd fascination to me. I’ve written about them before because I’ve seen some tattoo regret due to inking when drinking, poor placement, bad artist and sporting out-of-style tattoos. Plus you can’t stop what aging skin does over time. The naked fellow above is the one who injected ink into the sclera of both eyes because 1. He had no more room on his body and 2. Blindness is fun.
I was unable to attend my mmmn-mmnth class reunion last Friday and hope it was enjoyed by those who could. Our school was so small that they’ve consolidated the reunions by decade so it’s was the Eighties reunion. I’m fortunate to have graduated in the ’80s with 2 of my sisters and we made the last one–which was a lot of fun. For me, Facebook has been the best vehicle for keeping in touch with classmates. I’ve caught up with so many people who I know I’d never have spoken to again.
Lastly, a nice picture from my good friend Glenn who went to Seattle a couple of weeks ago.
I wish my dumb dog Artie could serve coffee. Actually, I really wish he’d just act like a normal dog instead of a petrified ninny. Then I wish he’d serve coffee.