I’m busy with non-cartoon things much of this week. I missed yesterday altogether, and I don’t have a lot of time to chat today, but at least I’m here with a not-so-old cartoon from 2010. Working at home as I do, the morning ballet—breakfast at 7:32, shower at 7:38—isn’t the fact of life it used to be. Probably the best thing about working at home.
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TIP, as usual, is a rerun [vaccuum bag bit] but the TIP blogspot is good. Painter’s wife looks like a defiant spoiled brat.
http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/
Did someone say “pokies”?
Debbe 😉 Thanks for the cat picture about the Dow Jones, hon, even if did remind me of how the stock market ate over a third of my nest egg (no pun intended) back ’08. (I stayed in, and my money came back…and then some.)
Does anyone remember the name of the movie about an aging rodeo cowboy with the broken-down horse named Dow Jones? I’m pulling a blank.
Why does The Weather Channel’s morning now have (or need) a sports guy? Especially since his web site describes him as “Comedian, Actor, Writer, Lover”? Just when you think it can’t get worse…
and my wife thinks I’m weird because I set my alarm for 6:18. .. .. At least I’m in a comfortable spot, I’m hourly, but I’m not chained to 40 hours a week as long as I get my stuff done. Recently I’ve been spending days with my wife going through some nasty cancer stuff (they opened her up, it had spread too much and now it’s see what any chemo can do) and I found out I can get almost all my work done in like two hours a day, she told me to make sure they don’t find that out !
John, I’m very sorry to hear that about your wife. My prayers and thoughts for her.
Me too. It’s no picnic. Many of us, hospital employees and volunteers, are closely watching and praying for a youngish woman, a surgery nurse with a wonderful bedside manner, who is now hairless but gamely working on. I’m not privy to the kind of cancer, but understand they’ve just finished a round of chemo and are waiting to see if she’s ca-free. It’s never any fun but hurts especially when they’re young.
eMb, and weren’t we just talking about IKEA a day or so ago? Still on-topic, aren’t we!
John, prayers and good thoughts for you and your wife.
Ghost, bringing another topic from the previous blog-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmQq6yLe2ww 😉
Okay, I guess I didn’t put enough spaces in to highlight the link. It works if you do a cut-and-paste though. Or,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmQq6yLe2ww
Thanks for the tune, Jean dear. Old Blue Eyes is still the best. I’d rather listen to him belch in an elevator than most of the present-day so-called singers singing.
Jackie, I started working on my pilot’s certificates when I got out of the Air Force, ending up with a commercial ticket, an instrument rating, and a Certified Flight Instructor certificate in single- and multi-engine aircraft. I worked for a couple of flight services and had logged about 3000 hours of flight time and had been offered a position as copilot on a Falcon biz jet (the one built on the same airframe as the Dassault Mirage fighter) when I got an opportunity to change career tracks, so I never got as far as an Airline Transport Pilot certificate. I continued to do some business-related flying in a company aircraft for a while, as well as commanding the local CAP squadron and flying the occasional SAR or training mission. I’m currently not a very active pilot, although I still enjoy flying light aircraft. If I ever retire, I may get into ultralight aircraft flying.
I suppose I have something of an aviation legacy, as several of my flight students have continued in commercial aviation, including one who was formerly chief pilot for the state. Yesterday at the Post Office, I saw another one I taught to fly when he was a teenager, who is now free-lancing as a pilot for four different aircraft owners.
Back in the day, flight attendants were some of my favorite people (and not for the reason some might assume). I never knew one who was not hardworking, sweet and even-tempered, or anything less than completely professional in their work. And they tended to be quite attractive, which I certainly didn’t hold against them. 🙂 As is an American FA I know currently.
@GR6 “Ruby Jean and Joe”
All I want to know, JJ, is what kind of breakfast you have that takes no more than six minutes to eat?
Heck, I take about that long with mine: smoothie down the hatch and hit the trail. My chief motivator is my dog who by the time I start sipping my smoothie starts spinning and arfing. Since she is a GSD and loud, I drink my smoothie on the deck outside the sunroom. Great way to start the day!
John prayers for you and your wife that chemo will be the answer. Just spent a high stress month losing Mom to quick onset of cancer. Went in for pneumonia just before start of month, by 22nd lost her to complications of metastisis lung cancer. Hospice was wonderful to us. She passed peacefully surrounded by her 6 children, her step-father, and her brother-in-law and his wife. My better half commented that not only did she show us how to live, but she showed us how to die. A part of life that too often many are not prepared for.
John, add my prayers for you and your wife
Hospice workers are truly special people.
Thanks, George. I was stuck on it being a Glenn Ford film, possibly because of his memorable performance (with Henry Fonda) in the “The Rounders”, as well as the fact that he was one of my favorite actors.
And mine, John, prayers and strength. This is God giving you a mountain. I got a fortune cookie this week that said, “Life is not a beach, it is a mountain you must climb.”
My husband’s chemo is not going well, we are waiting for a neurologist to call to look at his hands to see if he already has toxicity or Parkinson’s. Stay strong and do not give up.
When they finally decided Mike did indeed have a fast moving lung cancer, they decided to operate. We met the surgeon who carefully explained they might be opening him up and closing immediately. My daughter and I DID not know this. He said they’d call at each stage and let us know if they were proceeding. We spent five and a half hours praying for his lung to be removed, something I could not have conceived.
Cancer seems to do that to you for it in itself is inconceivable.
Prayers and love, Jackie Monies
Ghost, and none of those flight services were in Monroe, LA? Right? I was just wondering how much younger you are than me!
Love, Jackie Monies
I’m sorry for your loss, Ursen. I’m glad your Mom left you with such positive memories.
Ref today’s retro cartoon, my first thought was to wonder why Janis would bother to cover herself with a towel in front of Arlo. Then I realized from the following panels that she was actually drying herself with the towel. (And plus that this is still a family strip, isn’t it?)
There, that comment was “on topic”. Wasn’t it? 😉
Back to fictional people you feel you know, we have listened to Garrison Keillor and Prairie Home Companion forever. They are celebrating 40 years on the air and AARP magazine has a short article about how he created Lake Wobegon and its’ citizens. I feel I know it “where the women are strong, the men are good-looking and the children are all above average.”
This is a place more interesting and detailed than Middle Earth, all from one mans comedic hand.
Love, Jackie Monies
Jackie, I will pray for you and yur husband.
But please don’t think any the less of me if I say I cannot stand Garrison Keillor.
Not based in Monroe, Jackie, although I flew into there many times. If memory serves, that was where I once saw a beautifully restored P-38 Lightning warbird that belonged to Bill Fornof.
I would tell you how old I am, but a boy has to maintain some of the mystery. 😉
I’m a bit ambivalent about Garrison Keillor but I did enjoy this part of his account of his heart surgery several years back.
“The inhalator gizmo was explained to me by a lovely young nurse in a blue uniform with a pager clipped to her collar. She bent down to show me how it works, and the weight of the pager opened a fabulous landscape of tanned young breasts and gleaming white brassiere. I gazed in and realized that my libidinous urge had shrunk to something akin to my urge to play croquet.”
Yes, as we well know here, there is something about a peek. So be careful when you bend down, Lily. 😉
Sending the most positive thoughts and prayers I can to you Ursen, John, and Jackie–and any other Villagers who might need them. Also to you, Debbe. Congratulations on your victory over the concrete slabs, and best of luck on your big inspection upcoming.
CXP, thank you for your post yesterday about God and the Omni’s. You expressed my feelings extremely eloquently.
Hey Ghost! I’m in CAP also. Just support staff at wing. Did a stint as a squadron commander then passed that position on to folks better qualified than me.