I have to bookmark this page before I forget where it is --
http://www.socalsoccer.com/threads/climate-and-weather.35/page-592#post-289337
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The Friday ceremony was Lutheran proper, with hymns and prayers and music from a good pianist/singer and a series of photographs from the life of the deceased projected on screens above the stage/pulpit. The picture shown above was in the sequence, so my happy face showed up every minute or so. I didn't realize that the cremation urn was on the stage amongst the flowers until the preacher held his hand over it while making a blessing prayer.
Me, after the ceremony to the pastor: When I was younger, churches had organs. Now they have drum kits.
He: We have three services on Sunday, and we only use the drum kit in two of them.
At the reception afterward in the social room, light refreshments were served. I had a glass of water and a chocolate chip cookie. Most of the people there were family (of which I had only ever met the wife and two sons) and the friends who attended were either from the Church (in which I had never been before) and later co-workers who had met him after our careers diverged, so I didn't know any of them either.
I spent most of my time talking with the widow's cousin, who told a tale of being given up for adoption by the widow's aunt as a baby, adopted by a nice family, and then educated into a medical career that culminated in a position as a neurosurgeon at Harvard Medical School. After he retired, he tried to backtrack through the adoption records to find his birth parents. A South Carolina social worker informed the mother that he was looking for her, but she declined to meet him. However, she told her sister (the widow's mother) about it, so she volunteered to bring him back into the family.
I of course, had a lot of questions about neurology. He told me about his new book that proved there life after death (I think that's what he meant, anyway).
Me <reminiscing with Carol about one of our Chief Engineers>: He was one of the last male chauvinist pigs in the industry.
Carol: No he wasn't <speaking from experience, I thought>.
Me: I am embarrassed to admit that during meetings of group heads in his office he would sometimes call in his secretary <an SDSU graduate in English> and ask her to get something that he knew was in a bottom drawer of a file cabinet just so everyone could watch her bend over in her tight skirt. I confess that I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing.
Carol: <poking me in the shoulder> What you should have done was to get the file for her. *
Me: Now I'm doubly embarrassed. **
Man alive. You look so .... small.Me at the Broad yesterday --
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"Please don't touch the exhibits!"
Man alive. You look so .... small.
I have to bookmark this page before I forget where it is --
http://www.socalsoccer.com/threads/climate-and-weather.35/page-592#post-289337
I have to bookmark this page before I forget where it is --
http://www.socalsoccer.com/threads/climate-and-weather.35/page-592#post-289337
4:24 am here.I am elevating "It's noon" to my list of my top-10 forum posts.
4:24 am here.
My reason for not donating to that car group is their advertising jingle. It makes my butt pucker.I tried google searches for donating an old car to charity, specifying the charity explicitly in the search bar (KPBS and Father Joe), In both cases, the top item returned was Kars4Kids.org, a group that I decided long ago was not getting any donations from me.
My reason for not donating to that car group is their advertising jingle. It makes my butt pucker.
Ways to deal with no hot water for showers.
1. Heat some water on the stove. My wife says "That's what we did in the PI".
2. Take a Navy Shower with the water in the apartment pipes (that is warmer than the water in the ground, and you will know right away when it changes). Turn on the cold water and soak down, then turn it off. Soap up all the necessary wet places. Turn on the other cold water (deceptively labeled "Hot") to rinse the soap off.
3. Drain the water in the garden hose into a bucket after it has been sitting in the sun for a couple of hours. Take the bucket and a scoop to the shower (or just use it directly from the hose until the HOA police show up).
4. Place a sealed bucket of water in the water heater closet for a while, where the dehumidifier control panel says the air temp is 105°F.
5. Walk (or drive, if you must) over to the Community Center, where they have a heated pool, an even hotter hot tub, and an outside rinse-off shower that has been "improved" with a modesty curtain while the locker rooms are being repaired after the not-so-recent fire and subsequent code inspection failure of the first repair attempt.
6. Just take a cold shower (that's what I did this morning).
Was it also in loud bold font!Did anyone else get a colorful mailer from Major Duncan D. Hunter? He was complaining, as far as I read, that the PLO was plotting against him! and he only won last time by 2 points! and Democrats!
It was apparently aimed at people impressed by exclamation points!
And I don't even live in his district!
(Maybe I should fish it out of the recycling bin to see what he has to say about his criminal court case!)
Was it also in loud bold font!