We Love to Fly and It Blows

I got nominated to fetch the sister-to-be-in-law from the airport, and found her (and the airport) right off. Of course they managed to leave the planeload of luggage on the tarmac for an hour while they waited on the lightening to get less scary or something. It was a dubious excuse, since several flights that arrived after hers had their bags in the claim before hers did. Naturally I inquired into getting the second hour of my parking validated, and the dude who answers the phone in the parking department got a good chuckle out of that suggestion. The chief baggage apologist said it was an act of God and there was nothing to be done. She recommended that I call 1-800-GOD. I told her it seemed more like the work of Zeus to me, but then gave up.

I would've called God, but then I remembered all the backtithes I owe. You don't want deities auditing you, especially ones who have tax collectors following them around.

My neighbor, the retired Colonel and active barber, got himself a new puppy, tentatively named Heidi. I'll post pics when I get back home, because dogs are more photogenic than most of the people I know.

Oh, and I went on a $2.50 shopping spree at the Friends Bookstore at the Homewood Library. I got a book on shorthand, a 200+ page, full-color biology textbook, a booklet on the Atomic Energy Merit Badge, and a history of Germany written in 1947. Plus a bonus book of Robert Frost's poetry. I like Frost because his poems don't make my head hurt. For all you Whitman fans, they've got Leaves of Grass for a quarter.

Some of the family came by yesterday, and we cleaned up the place for the first time this season. Everybody seemed impressed with my vaccumin' accumen, and a good time was had by all.

I'm gonna stop writing, because there's not much left to say.