Today is...

The annual First Sock Day of Winter. Yep. My crocks now have their winter plugin. And tonight my bed gets the duvet which has been taking up space in the closet all summer. My time of year. Ahhhhh....

Oh and last night's TV perusals included Just Legal. It's got Miami Vice Guy who is, probably not surprisingly, WAY older. I'm not going to delete its season pass yet but only because I have Tivo room and I could get desperate. I also watched the season premiere of L&O SVU. And, while in TV news, I forgot to mention that the really annoying guy who was NOT Ken Jennings but won a lot of games FINALLY got his ass kicked earlier this week. Whew. He was really getting on my nerves.

Today is...

The annual First Sock Day of Winter. Yep. My crocks now have their winter plugin. And tonight my bed gets the duvet which has been taking up space in the closet all summer. My time of year. Ahhhhh....

Oh and last night's TV perusals included Just Legal. It's got Miami Vice Guy who is, probably not surprisingly, WAY older. I'm not going to delete its season pass yet but only because I have Tivo room and I could get desperate. I also watched the season premiere of L&O SVU. And, while in TV news, I forgot to mention that the really annoying guy who was NOT Ken Jennings but won a lot of games FINALLY got his ass kicked earlier this week. Whew. He was really getting on my nerves.

disasters

photoholic62's right-on entry about hurricane Rita made me think of two things...

1. This morning Mom said that she called my brother this morning. He and his wife and two dogs are, right now, living in their RV just south of Austin, Texas. "This storm is wide - they are in the path and I know he's not watching TV so I told him he needs to get out of that damn RV or move it to Oklahoma. He said they are fine and not going anywhere. So... If he blows, he blows."

And she's serious and I love it and I realize I have that same DNA. Sure, if something happens to my brother, it would be terrible. But, he is an adult and he makes his own decisions. Mom did her bit. She made sure he knows what she does and that's it. She knows that no amount of worrying and fretting and hand wringing or pestering and begging him is going to change anything so she just lets it go. If he blows, he blows.

2. When we were little Daddy traveled nearly 8 days out of 7. He had a huge sales territory and he was gone a lot. We lived in the piedmont section of North Carolina (a little to the left of the middle of the state) and we got snow maybe once a year. They would start predicting it a day or two before and really rev up the crowd. We kids would get soooo excited. No school and snow angels! Mom would get sooooooo depressed. Kids underfoot, extra meals and mess.

One year it started snowing during the school day. Mark Harris's Mom was the first parent to arrive to pluck their child to safety. Others then followed. My Mom was nowhere to be found. Finally she gets there. My sister and I were nearly the last ones left. It was getting embarrassing. Finally she comes rushing in and explains to the teacher... "So sorry I'm late, I was totally out of bourbon and there was a long line at the liquor store." I was so glad when that school year ended and I got release from the pity in that teacher's eyes!

disasters

photoholic62's right-on entry about hurricane Rita made me think of two things...

1. This morning Mom said that she called my brother this morning. He and his wife and two dogs are, right now, living in their RV just south of Austin, Texas. "This storm is wide - they are in the path and I know he's not watching TV so I told him he needs to get out of that damn RV or move it to Oklahoma. He said they are fine and not going anywhere. So... If he blows, he blows."

And she's serious and I love it and I realize I have that same DNA. Sure, if something happens to my brother, it would be terrible. But, he is an adult and he makes his own decisions. Mom did her bit. She made sure he knows what she does and that's it. She knows that no amount of worrying and fretting and hand wringing or pestering and begging him is going to change anything so she just lets it go. If he blows, he blows.

2. When we were little Daddy traveled nearly 8 days out of 7. He had a huge sales territory and he was gone a lot. We lived in the piedmont section of North Carolina (a little to the left of the middle of the state) and we got snow maybe once a year. They would start predicting it a day or two before and really rev up the crowd. We kids would get soooo excited. No school and snow angels! Mom would get sooooooo depressed. Kids underfoot, extra meals and mess.

One year it started snowing during the school day. Mark Harris's Mom was the first parent to arrive to pluck their child to safety. Others then followed. My Mom was nowhere to be found. Finally she gets there. My sister and I were nearly the last ones left. It was getting embarrassing. Finally she comes rushing in and explains to the teacher... "So sorry I'm late, I was totally out of bourbon and there was a long line at the liquor store." I was so glad when that school year ended and I got release from the pity in that teacher's eyes!