I dgon’t know what led me to this. Oh, yes I do; I remember now. I was looking at Blogspot and some experiments popped up. And I came across this:
Here is Mother in the kitchen last summer and here is Mother with Summer on Mother’s birthday, 2004
Daily Archives: March 4, 2011
A nice find
Now, I’m going to have to put this in as a thumbnail because it came from an old Kodak panoramic camera. I could crop it, but it’s the sea, you see. It’s wide and big and those two people are there in front of it. Quentin and his Grandpa William Vance. San Diego.
Comcast sucks
I’m not happy. Comcast, after having said they serviced my home in Scott, Indiana, now claims that they cannot. Here is a screen shot of the availability of service.
And here is the availability response from Comcast for the Scott Methodist Church:
YES, THE CHURCH IS ELIGIBLE. BUT, WAIT, NO, IT IS NOT, ACCORDING TO THE SOUTH BEND OFFICE
Now, the lady with whom I spoke was very nice and explained that Comcast uses only zip codes to indicate availability – and, yes, it isn’t accurate. So why do they do it – lie to the church and me? Well, I want to say because they are evil. That’s not going to get me anywhere. Nothing is going to get me anywhere. Comcast services comes within a quarter of a mile of the village of Scott, which has houses that would like cable. But, I’m hosed.
I am seething – they even gave us a confirmation number last week. I am thinking of setting up a Ted Koppel-like “Scott held hostage by Comcast Day Count” blog. That won’t get me anywhere.
I’ll give this some thought . . .
The sort of battle cry
A couple of days ago I titled a post “Amensia” because of a finger mistake. If you type something in the title box incorrectly, WordPress does not red-line it, which is what would happen if it were typed in the content box. So I goofed and no alarms went off. Der Bingle made a little comment about it and I looked and Wow! I had typed Amensia instead of Amnesia. So I changed it.
But there is something about “amensia” that has stayed with me. Is it those first four letters that spell “amen”? The So-Be-it factor. I mean when you’ve done your best – or near best – and you are at the point when you have to either get it done or not (You know, the do it or get off the pot thing) – maybe it’s time for an Amensia. A Geronimo exclamation.
I don’t think, though, it necessarily has to be anything earthshaking. It could be a task you abhor, but must do. Toilet cleaning is an example. I imagine I will soon find myself standing in bathroom doorway – cleaners in hand – sighing and bracing myself and yelling “Amensia!”
Or I could get one of my cohorts here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse to do it. They’ve been quiet lately, in the background, sitting at their tables munching foldovers and drinking cures, or hanging out at the Foo Bar where there are little umbrellas in their cures. Did I ever mention Foo serves her drinks in steins and adds the umbrella for sophistication. A lot of the time, a patron will write a song name down on the little umbrella, stick it in Lydia’s favorite drink and put it on the top of her upright red piano . . . and she’ll play the request. They request a lot of songs and Lydia has to take frequent bathroom breaks . . . so maybe I should see if her fingers can tinkle the ceramic as well as they do the ivories.
Uh, did I make a finger mistake? Did I mean to type “tickle” in that last sentence?
Ah, well, on to my day.
AMENSIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!