There’s an old joke about a guy who’s bragging in a bar. He says, “My wife & I know everything!” Someone says, “If you’re so smart, explain the theory of relativity.” The first guy thinks for a minute & tells him, “My WIIFE knows that!” That’s how I feel about the modern electronics age. I used to be able to go to a restaurant with my family & wonder aloud what time it is in Iceland or who played the villain in an old movie. That, at least, gave you something to talk about for a while even if you didn’t really care about the answer. No more. Now, if I should happen to muse about Iceland’s time zone, someone will whip out a phone, click a couple of buttons & tell me, “It’s 7:30pm PST here in California & Iceland is 8 hours ahead of us, so it’s 3:30am UTC/GMT tomorrow there.” That’s already more than I really wanted to know. Then they will continue, “GMT is Greenwich Mean Time. UTC is Coordinated Universal Time or in French: Temps Universel Coordonne. UTC was decided as the acronym because it was thought CUT or TUC were not appropriate. GMT & UTC are the same.” I’m surprised they didn’t tell me how to make a watch. I’ll have to ask them about that, sometime………….
I’m a very good driver. That’s my opinion, not my husband’s. He thinks it’s my fault that trees like to jump out in front of me. I have NO control over trees! In October of 2010 he had to go to Cedars Sinai Hospital very early in the morning for some tests.(He’s fine—thank you for asking.) He wasn’t allowed to drive, so he had taken a cab there & I was on my way to pick him up. Although I’ve driven past Cedars many times, I somehow missed the turn. I drove to the next major intersection, planning to turn left & circle back. Robert Burns once wrote, “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley.” Well, AGLEY they went! I tried—unsuccessfully--to make a left turn. I’m happy to report the airbag worked. The paramedics thought I had two broken wrists. It turned out only one was actually broken. I now have a 7” plate in my arm. My new Mustang, which had less than 1,000 miles on it, suffered extensive damage. It’s all better now. The paramedics caused me more (mental) pain than the accident did. They took scissors & cut off my brand new black leather jacket. I loved that jacket! I’d bought it in a consignment shop, but it was new to me. We were less than a mile from Cedars, so that’s where the ambulance brought me. Bud & I were reunited in the ER. Since neither one of us (or my car) was in condition to drive, our daughter came to the hospital & took him home. I stayed a few days.
(Are ALL paramedics cute? It may be a job requirement.)
My friend, Barbara, & I both love pork. Early one evening Bud & I were driving from L.A. to our beach condo & stopped for dinner. Barb lives across the street from us at the beach & we decided to surprise her. I had a rib dinner & we bought another one to bring to her. Bud was downstairs with the takeout box & I went upstairs to talk to Barbara. She had no idea we had food—or anything—for her. I asked her what would be the greatest gift one human being could give another & she said, “PORK!” Bud was just coming up the stairs. He said, “Right!” & handed it to her.
When we were little, my brother used to catch every childhood disease that was in town—mumps, chickenpox, etc. My mom would throw me in bed with him so I could catch it when I was young & develop an immunity. I never caught anything. As a child, that is. I got measles the semester I was entering UCLA. As a freshman, you couldn’t get your classes by mail. You—or someone—had to enroll in person. Bud was kind enough to sign in for me. He figured that it would be no problem except for Women’s Phys. Ed. It turned out that was the easiest. The other prospective students must have noticed his embarrassment—they let him go to the head of the line.
For you parents of young children:
You probably didn’t notice, but sometimes I have difficulty staying on one theme whenI write. That’s just the way fishduckies are.
Until next time----fishducky
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