It’s been a cold, dreary, drizzly day. It’s been a long time since I remember a day feeling like this one. The last one I remember was just after final exams in December of ’98, in Dallas. I flew on Saturday, to Duncan. I had a rough time navigating, but I managed to stay on course on the way there and back. I got a compliment on my landing back in Norman. And now it’s Wednesday, and it’s been cloudy and raining ever since Sunday morning. Looks to be better tomorrow, but of course I can’t find anyone to schedule…
Norman is celebrating Halloween tonight instead of tomorrow so that people can go to church. I suspect there will be trick-or-treating tomorrow night as well. So we unscrewed our porch light and went out to eat. Then we stopped by the airport and sat out on flight school’s deck and watched planes in the pattern land. While we were sitting there, something bit my hand. The heel of my hand swelled up in what looked like two bites. We drove over to Rusty’s Custard Stand, and my arm started itching. Then my thumb started itching. Now the swelling has gone…
We currently have no telephone service, so if you want to talk to us, you’ll have to send an e-mail. In other news I got a call today (before we lost service) from Bankers Life and Casualty Company. They found my resume on Monster.com and invited me to an open interview they’re having tomorrow evening at six. By the looks of their website, they’re hiring insurance salesmen. Sigh. So anyway, that’s where I’ll be tomorrow evening. Then I’ll come home and make an attempt at caramel apples to take to Friday’s “warehouse staff luncheon.” The theme is “food on a…
Public bathroom graffiti intrigues me. I’m not the only one. The graffiti in women’s restrooms are typically better, I hear, but I don’t get to see much of it. I’m not sure why people feel compelled to scrawl on bathroom walls. There are lots of theories, and more than one post-graduate has attempted to study the phenomenon. In a public restroom at a gas station, the owners had hung a sheet of butcher paper titled, “Write Here!” The sheet of paper was covered in scrawling, but the bathroom walls were clean. A novel idea. Political graffiti seems to be common…