Post #2567. Memories. It was just a matter of time before I would come across the perfect container for storing this item. I made a mental note to keep an eye out. Sure enough, after some time, no way to know how much time, here was this little black vinyl packet, about the size of several CD's, nice big fold-over flap, no lettering or logo, even a little fuzzy inside. Just right for .... what? Now, what the heck was it that I needed to store? THAT memory was gone, gone like it never existed gone. You know how that feels - your mind is never going to be able to pull it up.
I've put the container in a location fully in view in my kitchen should the lost item ever turn up. When it does, I'll finally be able to match them and store the package in some place in this house where I'll never find it again.
This sort of thing goes on All The Time.
Rick Macherat Rick M. In the day.
posted by Rick at 9:23 PM
Post #2566. Just a slice. She was in a super high productivity caffeine-charged hurry. I was old and sluggish. So, the UPS pickup dispatch lady met the crabby old man. Wonder who won? Please.
I wouldn't have bothered normally. Mail order is pretty reliable, and you have to weigh the very occasional mistake against the nuisance of correcting it. They know that, by the way. But, when you ORDER a pair of 1XL really comfortable-looking cotton summer lounging pants Made in India but GET a 8XLT dark, dark Puke Green sleeveless "wool" cardigan sweater instead, well, it's gotta go back no matter how much time it takes on the phone on a Friday with Miz UPS.
You know what's funny? She's all ..
I need that 47-digit tracking number, your name, address with zip code, pet's nickname, etc., and I need it NOW, and I'm all ..
Which way is up on this dadgummed thang anyway and now it's stuck to my hair, and I remember full well and quite hilariously clearly when the positions would have been 180 degrees reversed and I'd be screaming inside Lawd, free me from all this .. and now He has.
Rick Macherat Rick M. In the day.
posted by Rick at 11:09 PM
Post #2565. It was a litttle like the ugly-baby christening. The wedding pictures, "Oh, how precious!" (ugh!) She was lovely in the carefully-selected I'm sure white wedding gown with all the trimmings. He, on the other hand, is apparently his own man and does things his way. Long, long Kenny-G curly hair, unshaven, white wrikled shirt with the sleeves rolled up, slept-in baggy trousers, sandals. The guests all dressed like him. Even the wedding cake ...
well, at least she'll have the dress for her grandaughter. Perhaps by then style and tradition will have returned. Am I being catty?
Yes. Good! Bottom line is that I'm fed up with long hair and three-day beards, We've become a slob society, wearing clown clothes.
Occasionally a pop-up gets past the blocker. One did today. Impressed with its perspicacity, I clicked on it. I usually do, if only to charge the owner and create a little economic activity. It was for careers. Oh good, just what I need. Let's see .. my age, "over 70," occupational interest, "Technology," Zip Code, I made up 22630. And my winning selection: WYOTECH in Dayton, Florida: Asian Motorcycle Technology. I'd jump on it except for one thing I learned by experience in the hotel business: If they have an address or a card from FLORIDA or ARIZONA .. run away, run like the wind.
I was thumbing through one of my childhood books and ran across a story of the alligator (villain) and the jackal (our hero.) Several situations illustrated the dimwittedness of the alligator versus our very clever jackal. In the end, the jackal tricks the alligator into hiding in his house which he then lights on fire and burns him to death. The only conclusion I could draw from this story is that we kids weren't that bright either, but we did seem to enjoy gruesome murder.
Rick Macherat Rick M. In the day.
posted by Rick at 10:42 PM
