“You wanna go see Mo?” he asked me while talking on the phone. “What? Mo? Sure!” I hadn’t seen Mo in forever, ever since he moved up to Detroit. “You know Mo, right?” Dick asked when he got off the phone. Did I know him? I would have become his 11th wife, had I agreed. “Well, don’t mention that. He’s married now,” Dick laughed. I’d coached Moteb (the Saudi Arabian otherwise known as H-T on the boards) on history in return for breadsticks purchased from the snack shop until he left to get married and transfer to another college. Before…
I washed my hair today. Which was good because it had been about a week since the last time I did. It doesn’t get as icky after that amount of time in the arid climate of Colorado, but by the time I returned to the South, it was obviously past its time. Because of this, my hair was down when I went to school to return a book to the library. Instead of getting my grades, I got a little card in the mail saying I had a problem with the library. I called them this afternoon when I got…
I have nothing against flies per se. I mean, I’m sure they serve some useful purpose in nature. Like climbing all over food that’s been left out while regurgitating onto whatever they’re eating part of their last meal, which many times consists of garbage or dung. But I harbor these swift insects no ill will in general, provided they’re not harassing me with constant buzzing or biting me or my animals. So long as they stay out of sight and sound, they are safe from my vengeance. But woe be it to the tiny flying animal I find within my…
I made supper tonight. Mostly. Michele made meatballs out of elk meat and then gave me directions for broiling them while she disappeared out the door to go lifeguarding. When they were brown (approaching carbonized stage), I dumped them into a pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove and boiled a bunch of flat noodles. I also slit a loaf of french bread in half lengthwise and spread it with a mixture of mayonaise, olive oil, parmassian cheese, and garlic powder. That invisible pause was me taking the second apple pie out of the oven. Now I’m tired. Cooking (and…
Woohoo! Today I learned how to use Windows without a mouse. Oh, I had a mouse alright, but I reached the chapter of DOS for Dummies that told how to do it. Now if I’m ever in a predicament in which I’m rendered mouseless, I can maneuver successfully around the screen, providing I can remember how. I also vastly improved the user friendliness of this IBM. I learned how to change the prompt, so now it reads, “Yes, master?> ” Heh, Eli just “Ewwww!”ed at Jefiner picking her nose. So Jef wiped it on him. That brought quite a loud…