Tuesday morning Dr. Feldman removed the pin from my previously broken finger. To me, the movie’s a bust. I expected more drama, but then, maybe less is a good thing.
The surgeon is such a good sport he tries to direct my filming. It’s his voice asking that I pause, because he’s worried I’ll run out of film time. And it’s his scream at the end.
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Dear Bill,
So, how are we coming? I’m assuming you’ve finished your downstairs bathroom, but still have to tile upstairs. The chopstick comes out of my finger tomorrow so I’m ready when you are.
Say, when are you going to write another story for the blog?
Michael
Dear Mike,
When the chopstick is out, and you can hit the right key on the billing data base, please send me the correct bill. Granted, the Christmas gift I gave John was pretty weak. But still and all, I don’t feel like paying his bill for his garage leveling and siding. I do owe you a sheckle or two, but even as you come from the John Joyce school of billing, I reject paying for someone else’s job. Ya know, 15 years ago, when we were trying out the name TGH, Inc, (Two Guys Hammering), I told you I could devise a computer program to do the billing. It might have been better, on the 256K, Lotus 123, DOS based program PC I had. Maybe not, but it would have been able to tell the difference between I lewis and B lewis. I figure I owe more like $75. Or maybe more. Let me know.
Our Xmas card delivery was pretty sketchy this year. And my best intentions, unrealized, were to visit or at least call you guys on Christmas morning, but it didn’t happen. I missed our annual visit; seeing your holiday house, trying to level the pool table, listening to a new CD, having a taste of whatever new single malt you were serving, and most of all, having a traditional time to catch up with you.
I got a chop box, home owners 10″ size, for Christmas, so I can now go back and refine the shaky angles I cut for the ceiling trim. Almost done. Seems like the oomph is gone, as the bath is functional and as I sit on the pot each morning, not bad to look at. Can’t seem to finish.
I’ll write the story, you tell me what to write about.
Bill
Dear Bill,
One year, many years ago, which wipes about the senior moment excuse, I sent a bill with a date like 1968. The customer saw it as more evidence of my incompetence and fired me. I trust you can differentiate between my window trim skill and my billing program and continue to hire me for your fun two man jobs. Especially those which require working in your attic on scorching summer days, or in the way-to-close confines of your bathroom where I’ll wonder why I can’t pick up a hammer until I realize I was trying to use your hand, not mine.
Mike
P.S. How about your yearly student story which begins, “Have I ever told you about the time I almost died?”
Dear Bill,
So, how are we coming? I’m assuming you’ve finished your downstairs bathroom, but still have to tile upstairs. The chopstick comes out of my finger tomorrow so I’m ready when you are.
Say, when are you going to write another story for the blog?
Michael
Dear Mike,
When the chopstick is out, and you can hit the right key on the billing data base, please send me the correct bill. Granted, the Christmas gift I gave John was pretty weak. But still and all, I don’t feel like paying his bill for his garage leveling and siding. I do owe you a sheckle or two, but even as you come from the John Joyce school of billing, I reject paying for someone else’s job. Ya know, 15 years ago, when we were trying out the name TGH, Inc, (Two Guys Hammering), I told you I could devise a computer program to do the billing. It might have been better, on the 256K, Lotus 123, DOS based program PC I had. Maybe not, but it would have been able to tell the difference between I lewis and B lewis. I figure I owe more like $75. Or maybe more. Let me know.
Our Xmas card delivery was pretty sketchy this year. And my best intentions, unrealized, were to visit or at least call you guys on Christmas morning, but it didn’t happen. I missed our annual visit; seeing your holiday house, trying to level the pool table, listening to a new CD, having a taste of whatever new single malt you were serving, and most of all, having a traditional time to catch up with you.
I got a chop box, home owners 10″ size, for Christmas, so I can now go back and refine the shaky angles I cut for the ceiling trim. Almost done. Seems like the oomph is gone, as the bath is functional and as I sit on the pot each morning, not bad to look at. Can’t seem to finish.
I’ll write the story, you tell me what to write about.
Bill
Dear Bill,
One year, many years ago, which wipes about the senior moment excuse, I sent a bill with a date like 1968. The customer saw it as more evidence of my incompetence and fired me. I trust you can differentiate between my window trim skill and my billing program and continue to hire me for your fun two man jobs. Especially those which require working in your attic on scorching summer days, or in the way-to-close confines of your bathroom where I’ll wonder why I can’t pick up a hammer until I realize I was trying to use your hand, not mine.
Mike
P.S. How about your yearly student story which begins, “Have I ever told you about the time I almost died?”
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I cleaned out my attachments folder and found these two which should have been posted with their entries.
From birdbrain’s trip to Morocco. Incidentally, her next destination – Botswana.
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And one that makes me laugh everytime I look at it. Rakkity in Japan.
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Taken during our (Adam, Mark S and Dan) last lunch at La Provence in Concord. The glass table provides the reflective surface.
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I received my latest lab tests, from a previous physical, on Saturday and that carried us into a conversation on diet, health, and longevity. To which Matthew offered, “Dad, you’re not dying from high cholesterol or disease. You gonna bleed out someday. That’s a fact. Just accept it. I have.”
And this is a perfect segue into my plea for anecdotes. I’ve gotten a few but not as many as I’d hoped for. It’s not too late to send me yours. I’m going to post the ones I’ve collected early this week (see how smart I am not to give an actual date?). And since Diane stole the one I was going to use, maybe I should have saved the one above, but they are so easy to collect.
And one more thing. The blog is changing addresses and design. I hope to have the new one up on or before Friday.
More wild and crazy people from Ginger’s sister’s wedding.
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More wild and crazy people from Ginger’s sister’s wedding.
View the whole kit’n’kaboodle
From today’s Book Section in the Boston Globe.
Art that baffles and Exhilarates
By James Sallis
The beauty of the novel, the great fascination of it, I often proclaim, shoehorning my words into a space taken up by sputtering attention spans, the latest celebrity news, and remakes of films that apparently (though who could have thought it?) were not bad enough upon initial release, is that it can do — can be — anything.
And is that, I wonder, looking out into the classroom, a vague terror I see in the eyes of my postulant writers? Nietzsche (I might continue) observed that every philosophy, every great summation of thought, however grand its intent, finally comes down to ”a confession on the part of its author and a kind of involuntary and unconscious memoir.” The same may be said of fiction, another, more modest summation of human experience.
In the recent comment section you can now roll over to see email addresses. In the past when this was an option for all comments, folks would make up addresses which would further add to the content of the comment. I suggest continuing to do that, or to alter your email addresses in some other way to thwart spam bots from harvesting them.
Thanks to Dan for pressing me, there is now a recent comment section just below the calendar archives. Now Adam, Rakkity and La Rad can’t have private conversations back in the dusty archives.
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