When humans are retired, they adopt the dog point of view.
I used to love FB but lately I see some of my former classmates and work colleagues’ are not people whom I really like. I only stay on Facebook so I can see the doings of my kids and grandchildren. I am slowly culling my “friend” list.
I was in first grade during the Cuban Missile crisis. We actually didn’t go under our desks….we went out into the hallway and sat against an inside wall of the school and covered our heads with our hands. “Civil Defense Drills”, they were called. I really didn’t know exactly why we were doing this. They never explained. For me, at that age, that procedure was akin to a fire drill. Just took it all in stride. A distraction and break from the classroom lesson. In hindsight, if NYC were obliterated, we (in the NYC suburbs) would probably also be dead.
I put together a Sauder bed for my daughter once she was past the crib stage. Can’t believe I did that; I am NOT handy. But most things have way too many pieces that arrive disassembled and the instructions have been translated from Chinese…BY Chinese. Uh, no.
My daughter thought her Beanie Babies would make her a millionaire. And for awhile, I hoped so, too, paying crazy money $$$$ for certain “collectible” Beanies in display cases. Never meant to be played with. They are now worth about the same as a Hummel collection. Live and learn.
My uncle worked for Bell Telephone and got me a 60 ft cord! I could literally walk all over my house while I was on the phone! --I would love to go back to those days. I could HEAR so much better on those phones and you could hold it in the crook of your neck and talk for hours while you did stuff around the house. Try that with a stupid cell phone. Yeah, I’m old.
Hello Yard Pool, my old friend….I’ve come to cool off here again….
I used to do this in college when I was a psychology major and reading Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams. It’s kinda fun. Use a flair pen, rather than a ballpoint, because it’s easier to write with while you’re half asleep. The unreadable handwriting, of course, is a separate issue. Reminds me of a Seinfeld episode (as many things do), where Jerry wakes up in the middle of the night, laughing while half asleep, and thinking that he just had a brainstorm for a HILARIOUS joke….writes it down….and of course, cannot decipher what he wrote in the morning.
Who puts on pants over their pj’s to go PEE? I figured she was getting up and about to go make coffee (after the pee, of course).
Taking lessons from Calvin’s dad’s “Book of Explanations”.