As I was replying to a message from one of you lucky corresponders last night, my hostess came and tapped me on the shoulder. She had to perform this motion because I had my earphones on listening to George Winston at a rather high volume because there was some “light” jazz junk on in the…
[Ed. Note: While this was written on the date indicated, it’s refering to events much earlier.] Dr. Berry made it quite clear at the beginning, “late outlines will not be accepted.” (We used to have to outline each chapter of, freak…what was the name of that textbook?… So one day, I had Snow White and…
Okay, nothing to worry about. It’s all taken care of. I explained the oil predicament to Joanne as soon as she and Doug got home. “Probably nothing to worry about,” Doug said, “How farabove the safe line is it?” I held up a thumb and forefinger. He shrugged. “Doug,” said Joanne in that voice all…
Okay. I have too much oil in my car. Any suggestions as to what to do? Besides “blow a gasket”? In other news, as I was checking my oil and starting my engine (which it did nicely), I also got the bag of garbage out of my trunk and fished the grapefruit juice cans out…
Well, it’s a Saturday afternoon. I finally got up around noon. Alice left for parts unknown shortly after that. The Wallaces are gone for the weekend, so it’s just me, the cats, and the computer. And George Winston. I found a couple of hi CDs in the Wallaces’ collection. I’ve heard bits and pieces of…