Oscar evening really requires two television sets… when the timing puts the show in competition with the Scotties final. The hotel room remote requires patience in getting from one channel to the other. I’m missing important stones, after deciding to watch the real star of Hidden Figures being brought onstage.
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A little bit of freezing rain. No big deal, except… every move outside must be measured. We were out for a family supper, which means that time passed quickly. When the weather warning went out, so did I.
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Guess it can be too late to shop for the upcoming holidays. After coming across a really neat suggestion, I went online this afternoon to try and make a purchase. Something that could be delivered in just a couple of days, etc. Alas! The site let me know that there is no assurance of a delivery date in this calendar year. I’m not talking about something rare, or coming from distant lands by a slow boat. This is (was) the sort of gift I should find in a well-stocked store, locally. OK, not locally. Anyhow, I’m back to my research phase, and I hope the “next great thing” won’t be already beyond my grasp.
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I enjoy a really big show. With the sixteen days and nights offered up by the gathered masses in Rio, I can say that my satisfaction is at an Olympic level. Tonight, the culmination.
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I’ve learned that the spool of plastic cord which fuels our weed-whacker is closely related to every clock mainspring I’ve ever liberated. Seriously. Had to rewind the stuff this evening, and my start-over counter is officially off the rails. Of course, with a freshly wound spool, I was then given the job of “finishing” the trim outside. Hint: when the wind dies, and the grass gets disturbed, prepare to donate small portions of blood to the local flying demons.
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In high school, I was required to wrestle. Not much fun, as the lightest kid on the mat, but at least I understood the basic tenets. All little kids do. We wrestle with others, because it goes with the territory. And, let the record show, most of us escape without serious injury, because we’re so unskilled and we don’t have far to fall. I learned to accept defeat as a part of my life.
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I’ve decided that the CBC preemption of the suppertime news to bring me suppertime sports has a plus side. I’m getting to watch events that would normally not “cross my radar”. This evening, people jumping off a very high platform to land in the water, after twisting in panic all the way down. I understand! I’ve also decoded the scoring: the least splash wins. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
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It must be summer: two days in a row with ME driving into the city. Let’s face it, that bears witness to the designated driver of our rig being “otherwise engaged”.
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What with the Games coverage replacing my usual evening news broadcast/forecast, I’m doing things that are outside my normal experience. This evening, I watched a good part of the women’s soccer match involving FR and CA. I saw the expected running back and forth. I watched someone get a yellow card, which I’m told doesn’t give the team any extra points. I watched the majority of that odd extra period of time that is added after a game has ended regulation time. Not all of it, though; the phone rang. But, CA still won, so I guess that’s good.
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Waiting to enter the road from my driveway, I rarely wait for traffic. One, two vehicles tops. This morning, after more than two dozen cars had passed, and I finally had a gap, I noticed something really special. Not one of the clean, recently painted rigs was even built in this century. Totally against all odds, I was the odd one out in a classic car convoy.
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