Oh my goodness! Wednesday noon came and went while I was on the phone with a long-time friend. In fact, we talked an hour and six minutes about families, what’s-happened-lately, what’s-to-come-later––the kinds of conversations old friends have who have been absent one from the other for fifteen years.
[Lunch: turkey burger on a bagel, with cheese and an onion slice, AND a small ear of corn, plus celery sticks and lemonade.]
Whee! It's noon already, and I'm through reading the paper, including the cryptoquote and the crossword. Is that a record? A near-record? Even with a drop-in visit by Anne B. on her way home from Thursday morning's Bible study and before she went over to Wanda's ("wherever she lives") to play Mexican Train Dominoes "with the girls"?
[Does climate change affect El Nino? The El Nino period is dissipating, but the frequency of heavy rains will likely continue, according to an Associated Press article.]
It can't be noon already!
Why not? It's Friday and you've already been to the bank (which opens at nine), the pharmacy, Office Depot, Home Depot, and then a long visit with your brother Bill and wife Janice. It was exactly noon when you pulled into your own driveway. Then you unloaded the potting soil, took the three mandevilla plants to the shed to repot so you'd have a matching one on the other end of the shed porch. And the gorgeous maroon-blossomed clematis lost its petals in the repotting. You decided to wait on unloading the five bags of marble chips till later.
[Tornado siren going off north of here, unless it’s being broadcast from a nearby worker’s truck. The Salem siren is silent.]
Geez! Is it noon already?
Yes, it is. Remember, you didn't get out of bed till nearly nine this Saturday morning. You had to relocate the modem closer to wall outlets that worked, after discovering last night that all the outlets on the living room-office wall were kaput. You even took the flashlight out to the electrical panel to see if a fuse had blown. Saw nothing but two spare fuses on "Off."
And then brother Guy asked if he could "swing by." He did, and took a look at the same electrical panel, but found––way down one row––that a fuse labeled "living room" had indeed blown.
Whew! Good eye, Guy!
[Muhammad Ali died at age 74. His "I Am the Greatest" sobriquet can perhaps now be bought by Donald Trump for his use in the continuing campaign.]
Is it noon already?
Yes, silly! It's Sunday and church is over at noon. Duh! Oh. Right. Then it’s about nap time, isn’t it? Just so you wake up before choir rehearsal at six.
Is it noon on Monday? Yes, ‘tis noon. You stayed up till all hours reading more of Watership Down, remember. Why in the world is a book about rabbits so enticing?
[What are those black wasp-like insects with shiny wings? Dirt daubers? One's bugging me.]
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And on this side of the world Sunday afternoon is looming.
Where do the days go....
Whew! That was a quick week!
Can't tell you how often that happens to me.
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