About 5 am you can hear John shoveling his driveway. He has been waiting for the first decent snowfall, this is his favorite time of the year. He is a two-time veteran -army and navy- and if he could have done it, he would have enlisted a third time but he was too old to do so.
Last night I made a short trip to Lybia. I sat in my chair and followed Anthony Bourdain and his crew around, and learned a lot about this beautiful country and its brave people. Not all was pretty. Times have been violent, people and buildings have been scared -many lives have been lost in the fight against a tyrant.
I have been down with a head cold and self-inflicted ear infection. Turns out they make hats for a reason. One should wear them when it’s ice cold and windy outside. Who would have thought?
The Walking Dead returned for the second half of season eight, and we did not tune in. Instead, we decided to break up with the show, and we both felt relieved when we finally said it out loud.
For the first time in many years, I have a New Years resolutions -well, not just one, actually I have a few. Nothing dramatic, just little things I wish to change to improve myself.
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Yesterday at AGT (America got Talent) the female judge Mel B. got up and threw water at Simon Cowell. That wasn’t a first; she and Heidi Klum have done it before. Whenever the ladies are lost for words or don’t have a smart reply, they chose to throw a temper tantrum like little kids in Kindergarten.
Last night I watched “Masterchef” a show I had never watched before, and somehow I streamed into an episode where the poor cooks had to serve scrambled eggs. You wouldn’t believe how much drama there was. Scared faces left and right.
If I wouldn’t watch this on a computer I would think somehow I flew back in time and I got thrown into the 50’s.
I cannot proof it, but I am almost certain that a red warning light comes on each and every time I call our TV provider. Perhaps there is even a picture of me, with little horns and a trident?