Adiaphora

I guess I am officially “retired”. One source of my monthly retirement income has begun to find its way into my bank account. Social security is to follow shortly.

The days pass quickly; they do not drag. For every “honey-do” that is scratched off my list two more appear. They are like heads of Hydra.

For a few days this week I have been scanning old photos that may be used in a multimedia presentation for a family event early this fall.

Yesterday I spent all day laundering old sheets and blankets (nearly 40 years worth). In a bit I am going to take them to one of the local animal shelters. I discovered that they are thrilled to get such things and I am thrilled not to throw them into the landfill without at least another good use.

I see that the work of the media, moguls, and agents is working: Michael Jackson music sales are skyrocketing. Lest I again be accused of speaking ill of the dead, I think that the real disparagement of the man is coming from those who hyped his death for a buck.

I feel similarly about the whole Sarah Palin hype. And Samuel (Joe) Wurzelbacher. It’s all about extending their fifteen minutes of fame… and their income.

Why cannot the people in the world who have truly accomplished something or those who have something worthwhile to say get good agents?

I guess that’s why, while I am scratching items off the honey-do list, that neither the tv nor the radio is on. If there is any “noise” in my home during the day, it is coming from my stereo or music software on my pc. That, or the barking of my princess at her boyfriend, Max the Beagle, as he passes our home on his outings. She’s even learning to speak “beagle”, but she has a very strong poodle/schnauser accent. I found a copy of the RosettaStone for Dogs CD in her crate last week.

Speaking of music, I bought myself a new mp3 player, a discontinued model at great discount as per the bylaws of The Society. I can broadcast its signal into Baby Blue’s radio when I travel via another gizmo. I can also listen to my music as I mow the lawn – assuming that the ear buds stay in. Man, I hate earbuds!

Independence Day was a quiet one in Lake Gonebelow. One of my sons came home for the holiday. It was great to have him home. Both sons will be here this weekend. We are going to a family picnic/mini-reunion at the home of one of my nephews.

Well, the scanner and the washing machine call. I cannot walk and chew gum at the same time. I might be able to scan and wash clothes, but throw in blogging and I melt into a quivering mass.

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That’s a wrap.

Sending HUGS to all!