Circles on the calendar, for some
Guess the networks have decided that a hockey game is too much competition. As a sign of submission, there are some really bad movies on right now.
Top of my mention list: something called Space Twister, and a Canadian project to boot. For the record, lightning isn’t apt to channel upward from a fire hydrant to attack a passing police cruiser. It was all downhill from there.
Next channel over: Score – A Hockey Musical. An attempt to catch those who know they should be watching what might be the final game of the season, but who need some bad songs to distract them from the Brownian motion of the puck.
I refuse to watch Hell’s Kitchen. No comment available.
Back to dog watching, I guess. The hound has decided that outside temperatures are better than inside temperatures… hang in there. The next house is supposed to be air conditioned, as an aside.
Some of my friends are approaching the milestone known as “retirement”. Nothing to do with tires, of course. One, in particular, is “four sleeps away” from the big circle on the calendar. I wonder if I’ll be able to sleep, when my turn comes? There has to be some excitement attached to the process. More than “suddenly unemployed”, for example.
I’m back to facing my basement, with no clue how to start the emptying process. Does the city need that much more stuff in its residue chain? And now that pop bottle is set to double, maybe I should hang on for a few more (days/months). A chance to be rich.
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