The unpleasant, acrid smell of burnt
poetry.
Young Men in Spats, 1936
September 8, 2010
7:26 a.m. - There has been a great
deal of rhetoric about the lack of updates recently on the ol' web page. True,
says I, and I stand guilty as charged. But in my defense, the house interwebz
are down, and I really can't do much updating without the connection. On the
plus side, there is little to report.
Labor Day weekend was quiet and
peaceful as Labor Day weekends should be. I did a great deal of cleaning about
the homestead, pursuant to grilling charring burgers with the
parentals on Monday, with a great time had by all. On Sunday, Jennifer and Self
took a random drive through Elkhorn, admired the cobblestone Old Lincoln
Highway, and had lunch at Famous Dave's. And on Saturday, I took the beasties to
the groomer's and picked up groceries. Scatter a nap or two in the mix this
weekend, and you pretty much have it in a nutshell.
September 1, 2010
10:02 p.m. - Made chicken strips for
dinner with squash and fresh corn from the Omaha Home for Boys garden. Excellent
dinner, but probably not a darn thing healthy about it when I was done with it
all. It was very nice not to have a meeting to go to tonight!
7:20 a.m. - So where did I leave
August? I had it here somewhere, and now I can't find it anywhere. Can you
believe we're on the downward slope of 2010. What a miserable year this has
been, economy-wise. I had hoped we'd be slugging our way back to recovery by
this point, with the DJIA chugging it's steady way back to 11,000 or higher, but
the talking heads are saying 2011, 2012, who knows?
I retired at 10:00 on the button last
night, and slept the sleep of the just, though I woke up around 5:30 and try as
I might, I couldn't get back to sleep. I think I debauched out of bed around
5:45ish for morning ablutions.