It promises to be a most exciting day around here as we wait in eager anticipation for the duct cleaning people to come by. Yes indeedy, we do live life on the edge, but we are desperate after spending all of last winter, or so it seemed, fighting off colds — losing most battles. I guess, however, that we won the war seeing that we're still here to tell about it. I don't really suppose that clean ducts will help this winter, but I don't suppose that they will hurt.
Perhaps we need more than our ducts cleaned, however. Can they do brains too, I wonder. These days I find myself searching desperately for words that should be on the tip of my tongue, such as ... oh, I forget. This makes me a bit nervous because I recall how my poor dad was reduced to calling the sun and moon the "big fella and the other guy." Seriously.
Mind you, Cuppa isn't immune either. As we stood by the patio door looking out at the chilly fog this morning, me in my hoodie, she mentioned that it was going to be thirty degrees this afternoon. When I asked whether that was in fahrenheit or celsius, she stopped to puzzle it out. Eventually, she said, "Farhenheit ... (long pause) ... no ... I mean celsius. I need another cup of coffee." For the record, she did mean celsius, and also for the record, I want to know how it's possible that it will be so hot seeing as it's so cold this morning.
While we're spinning records (as in "for the record"), could somebody please explain to me why I swelter through the first half of the night, even with just a sheet on, and shiver through the second half, even though I have pulled the blanket up. Last night, after sweating through part of my dreams, I eventually got so cold that I went and found my trustworthy hoodie once again. I think it's going to be a long winter.
Finally, for the record or not, could somebody please explain why they can't make good films anymore ... or hardly any? They spend millions (or is it trillions) of dollars per flick and can barely make a good one. This morning just as it happened last week, when I looked at the movie page, I saw only one five star flick listed ... and that was the abominable Inception of which I have spoken before. If that's the best of the lot ... well, I just don't know how to finish that thought.
Finally, with all of your trazillions of dollars, Google, could you devote a few cents to figuring out how to make my cursor not disappear when I am typing and editing these posts? After all, my brain is diminishing and I need all of the help I can get. Trying to figure out where the invisible is located does nothing to help my precarious mental state. Oh, for goodness sakes, the cursor hath re-appeared. Maybe I'm hallucinating, but was it then or now?
I think that I have had that cursor disappear before too. But really, right now, I can't remember!
ReplyDeleteLove Di ♥
It's the the curse of the cursor, I tell ya.
ReplyDeleteI hear you my friend, my cursor disappears every once in a while and I am forever looking for it.
ReplyDeleteWe are having beautiful Fall weather here, sunny, cool and crispy and I love it. We only had 2 days reach 30 all summer....have a great weekend.....:-)Hugs
Writing guy: what is a "cursor"?
ReplyDeleteWe were told to get our ducts cleaned after our renovations last fall but I am just remembering that now. I click the area outside the text box when my cursor vanishes and it reappears. Weird!
ReplyDeleteWhen I read the opening line, I wondered if duct tape would work for this task too?
ReplyDeleteI hear you. so many ill-conceived and ill-done movies. I spent 2 hours looking thru listings to find one lukewarm possibility and one contender, which the store didn't have.
ReplyDeleteAgree with your comments on the sad state of current films, AC. We have not been to a movie theatre in several years because there is nothing worth seeing. We rent movies thru Netflix, mostly classic films.
ReplyDeleteWe go a few times a year and usually find ones that are okay. We didn't much appreciate Inception, however.
ReplyDeleteI had a big laugh over the first part of your story (probably not intended, sorry), but I could just see the man come in and clean out your nasal duct. Especially since after that you wanted to have your brain cleaned.
ReplyDeleteSome good films (no violence, no mushy love stuff, no swearing): August Rush (with beautiful music), Stranger than Fiction (a very good Will Ferrell), Miss Pettigrew lives for a day (with a very funny Frances McDormand). They have been out a few years and are only little films, but they put a smile on my face every time I see them.