This old cartoon is from this very date, May 26, in 2009. I’ve loved a good tuna-salad sandwich since I was a kid. Mama made the best “tuna-fish salad,” but, like most of her recipes, her tuna salad was very simple. Mayonnaise, a little pickle relish and canned tuna. I know: it doesn’t get much more generic than that, but she had a real knack for mixing it all together. There’s nothing more dispiriting than anticipating a good tuna-salad sandwich and opening a can to find a watery mess that looks like the bottom of a chum bucket. As Arlo discovers, even buying the more expensive “chunk” variety is no guarantee of satisfaction.
244 responses to “A Mournful Tuna”
Oops! Correction: the series starts with Risen and continues with Bones, not the other way around.
Dave Schwartz is the man. With the exception of WWE third-stringer Can’tore, the rest reminds me of this guy – http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/muppet/images/8/82/Newsman.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150622160633
Clocked an even sixty-seven hours this week – offically. Spent a few more throughout the week helping my old assistant while her store is manager-less. In other news, the employee quitting for personal and health reasons is attempting to stay on a bit longer while I get re-staffed (medication timing is biggest limitation issue). Huge. I still have forty hours I need covered, and I will cheerfully work with him – mutual respect pays in the end.
Ghost – If HR ever watches old video, I am sunk. The rewards of the job are few, the pay lousy, and if stealth postings of “I love my boss!” on unguarded mobiles, ink pen tattoos, glitter and neon pink office decor, and full tackle PDAs kept my crew laughing, on task, and in my corner, I’d take it. Mind you, we all gave as well as well as we got; there are photos of me with crazy baby-ponytails all over my head and at least one former employee still working to remove my scribbles from her neck. She stopped by the other day, and almost knocked me down with a flying hug. I got her back before she left. 🙂
Lady Mindy, the greatest asset, I’m convinced, that a manager can have is staff loyalty. I’ve been fortunate enough to have it, at almost 100% levels, my entire career. It appears you have been blessed in a similar manner.
And yes, the unofficial motto of middle managers everywhere is (or should be) “Whatever it takes.”
Ghost has a little spare time. Maybe. Hmmmm.
Thanks, Sideburns, for the report. Good to know he still working, as I seem to have read everything of his I can find.
Sideburns: Agree on all counts.
Mark in TTown: Thanks for the recommendations. When I retire in seven years, I hope to resume reading, and I have put those on my list.
Debbe 😉 For all those who, like you, will be doing this tomorrow.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtPPbmOuSFY
Dave Swartz has been older than me since I began watching him 20 years ago. He survived some horrible illness and returned to work haggard but as poised and professional as ever. He has always been well groomed, well dressed, well spoken. I am willing to believe he continues to be. He is no stud muffin but he is a professional news caster and a gentleman by all evidence.
Lately when ever I see a clip on computer yit looks like the mail boy or Jimmy Olsen is broadcasting. I’d be happy to see Cantore.
Am in San Marcos, TX and the Adventure Dog is in bed. I am right behind him. Weird thing is I am drinking a Diet Coke, a 12 ounce tall one, in a real glass bottle with a metal lid. Like the 60s ones. But enhanced with art graphics.
Did something touristy thi s afternoon, bought a long horn steer skull welded in metal which will hang on my fence. It is actually a sculpture and attractive. They has metal horned owls too, about 28 to 30 inches tall, four sided detailed sculptures with feathers, wings, claws, beaks, very detailed. I wanted one for my fence but couldn’t get it out of display and everyone too busy to help. These are brown, natural, rustic, not those garish painted things.
Good night.
Love that song, tired, thought why isn’t that Skynard? Then noticed the group had others like Call Me the Breeze.
I HATE SPELL CHECK, HATE IT. if it would actually correct but changing correct words? Changing two and three to change sentence entirely? I tell you, Hal it is. Like Hal which it just changed to Hall and I changed back to Hal.
Mindy, look into Love’s stations and stores, they get picked as one of top employers in America all the time. Or Stripes is getting positive comments here from employees.
Jackie, that is a cover version. ARS released some of the best Southern rock during the late 1970’s and early 1980’s. Look up Imaginary Lover, Not Gonna Let It Bother Me Tonight, and others to see how they sound playing their own stuff. Good night. Working usual 9 hour shift tomorrow and late to bed now.
Mark/TT, thanks for yesterday’s government link for servicemen. I found my MBH’s relative buried in England. We probably already knew the date, but I don’t believe we knew where he lies. He is the only “Blickensderfer” on the rolls….
Meanwhile, I found a few of you on Ancestry.com; villagers are getting to be well-known.
I shold be on Ancestry. Com even if I never did input my data others have. Several of my lines are seriously researched and even studied. I did contribute back when net was beginning and then later too.
As long as I am not on Find A Grave.
You are, nony .
Good morning Villagers….
School’s out and it’s a whole summer of “Skittles”…don’t get me wrong, this young man is a maintenance man’s maintenance man…he tries very hard to get to the root of a problem. Like trying to get the pressure washer working yesterday…told him to just get the grass mowed at both houses and we’ll work on getting the pressure washer working on Tuesday.
Going to be a long (at time and a half 🙂 ) day. And for sure, under that hazmat suit I will only be wearing my briefs….when I left the hen house at 1ish, it was 87 degrees. Thought I would open the windows more, but Ian said if I did that there would be less air flow as my static control needle showed perfect airflow.
So, I hug too. Even Skittles gets a hug from me every now and then. My husband does not believe that men and women should hug one another….but I come from a family that does a lot of hugging.
Jackie, be safe….
and yes, just where is Sandcastler???
GR 😉 yesterday afternoon I found Ian’s high school, leather covered folder, diploma. In it were two pictures…one of Ian with Mom and Stepfather, the other one was of Ian and my Father, who is still living. I cried.
Started to post “Chain Gang” with Chrissie, but chose this instead…in memory of my Mother. Don’t read the comments, as I choose to see the song as a tribute to all mothers.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_hdaluEq8U
Eggsasperating…I like it…and yes it is going to be an eggsasperating day 🙂
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Debbe 😉 That’s a thing about life…you never know what will trigger a poignant memory.
What? On Find A Grave I hope I am a survived by. I have reached age where Ancestry figures I can be revealed as unlikely to be alive. LOL
This is a mournful day.
I am thinking of all those who never returned, those who returned but changed forever, their families, and the families that could never be.
Debbe 😉 “…under that hazmat suit I will only be wearing my briefs….” Be still, my heart. 🙂 You seem to be trying to take Jean’s observation (“underneath our clothing we are all naked”) to new heights. Not that there is anything wrong with that, of course.
Reminds me of a story. (Yeah, I know; what doesn’t?) But I think I’ll keep that particular memory (and the related texted photos) to myself. Trust me, though; it’s a good one. 🙂
My late husband and both daughters are non huggers or kisses and hated-hate to be touched. I am both a hugger and a toucher, love physical contact. Funny, suddenly noticed I was stroking my own leg!
My husband came from an entire family like that. Not a good match for a exude of love, affection and hugs. Is that learned behavior?
Storms really bad in central Texas, woke me up. Looks bad for days. I may hang out here awhile. Good night fair Village.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wu4oy1IRTh8
I hope today, everyone remembers that, as The Bible says, “No greater love has a man than to lay down his life for his friends.” We have had many lay down their lives for us. May they rest in peace.
God bless us every one.
Some will remember the Fenson Rink that won a curling medal [bronze?] at the winter Olympics several years ago. Pete Fenson owns Dave’s Pizza in Bemidji, which prospers despite several chains + 3 supermkt. delis in town. The original Dave founded the business in the ’60s; it’s still the best in town, and it’s a requirement when my ‘kids’ [54-60 Y.O.] visit. Pete’s wife, Roxanne, a biology major and my former student, a real day-brightener, often runs the till. When we arrived Fri. evening, I said, ‘Roxy!’ Whoop, up went the counter flap, and I learned Roxy was a hugger. My daughter Kathryn was here from Chicagoland, for the 50th reunion [+ potluck] of Diane’s Dance Studio, which has been housed for all but the first few years in the Old Schoolhouse [the 2 1/2-story former Carr Lake School S. of town]. First floor up is the boutique run by ‘Ma’, Diane’s 90+ mom; top floor is the studio, dressing rooms, and food area.
The event was not a secret but Kaf’s presence was. She and Diane’s daughter Kate had conspired to make her coming a surprise. Wife and Kaf were both Diane’s students, and I have watched these and other girls [and a very few male students] grow up and older for decades. We arrived noonish. ‘Kathryn!’ Lots of hugs for both of us.
Kate had promised some dancing in the emails. A short interval after feasting, somebody suggested dancing. Somebody, maybe me, said, ‘Peter Gunn.’ The cry went up, ‘Peter Gunn! Peter Gunn!’ [Diane & co. have been doing it since the ’60s], and all were soon in formation at the business end of the studio. Some had not danced it for a while, but many had every move down pat, and I near cried.
Left early for my afternoon nap; someone would drive Kaf home. She called after 1830; Kaf and the girls were doing the town, so I should eat. They deposited her around sunset [this is late May and our days are longer than most of yours]. Had to miss BUMC yesterday to get her to the airport. [Dictionary: Fenson, Kaf’s, noonish.]
Peace,
http://www.chesapeakeconservancy.org/osprey-cam
Whoops. Forgot that website. There are now two new chicks in the Chesapeake osprey nest. There were 3 eggs, but I couldn’t tell if an unhatched egg was still there.