Post 3121 - Tuesday

Hi. Tuesday night.

You will be pleased to know that the 9 large plastic bags full of magazines (like Rolling Stone and entertainment weekly and Entertainment Weekly [for the first year or so, the magazine's title was in lower case]) along with about as many bundles of cardboard boxes that I dragged out of the house this morning and put on the front lawn, were all mysteriously gone by the time we got home. That is a yay.

I got my new work photo id taken today, along with some co-workers. The funny thing is, the lady who took the pics, Christine, gave me a new lanyard to replace the plastic pully mechanism I had before. She even helpfully provided a new plastic pocket into which to place the photo id. I figured the other 4 people with me would, too, but such is not the case. They all looked at me with some degree of jealousy and perhaps even envy. Man, I can't help it. I just played with my hair and laughed at everything she said. Before I knew it, she was giving me this swag. Maybe my co-workers should have tried something similar. Just sayin'.

I was happy to get the new pocket because last week, after a movie, I decided I needed to visit the young general's room. I was standing there, performing my civic duty, when the clip holding my then card became detached from my shirt pocket and landed in the urinal. I had to fish it out and wash it off before clipping it to my pocket again. And this afternoon as we were arriving to get out pictures taken, the same thing happened. Well, not quite the same thing. I didn't piss on the card again; it just became detached from the shirt pocket of its own accord. Like it was haunted or something. Very strange. I will not miss that old photo id. It was starting to take on a life of its own.

Not much on tv tonight. I am told that before tv was invented people would sit around the living room and ... I believe it was a process known as "talking". They would discuss what they had done all day, such as churn butter or produce embroidery or slaughter the pigs. Perhaps they would play a game of charades. Such fun!

These days, of course, in the absence of new programming to consume, one must fire up Netflix or Plex or Crave TV or some other streaming service. Beats the heck out of charades.

Or I could read a book. I found another 8 Ed McBain 87th Precinct novels upstairs tonight that I have never read. What am I waiting for?

You guys have a good night. See you tomorrow.

Bevboy