Is It a Bird? Is It a Plane?
No, it's Apophis! Yes, it's the killer asteroid. Just like the one that took out the dinosaurs. It's scheduled to arrive around Easter in 2036, but it won't be until 2029 that we even know for sure, if it will hit Earth. By then, it'll be too late to do anything about it. Maybe it's the Second Coming.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Mystery Travel
For my 55th birthday my wife, the Goddess, is giving me a surprise. It involves travel, but I don’t know yet where to. I received my first clue yesterday. I have a list of things to pack which includes my sense of adventure, and we are to be at the airport at 5:00 am. Yes, that’s 5:00 in the morning. She explained the early time as having to be at the airport 2 hours in advance. That implies an international flight, and one of the items on my list to pack is a passport.
However, that could all be false clues. She also told me that I won’t really know where I’m going until Friday. To me that means that wherever we go Thursday is not the final destination. The list of things to pack does not include a suit. Now, if you’re traveling on a cruise ship, you’d need a suit. The list does include sandals, swim suit, T-shirts, slacks, tie, dress shirt, dress shoes. So, I’m genuinely unsure of anything.
This afternoon I asked her if they speak a language that I know where we’re going. She wouldn’t answer that one. But, considering that English and Spanish are the main languages in this hemisphere, even if she had said yes it wouldn’t tell me much. More will be revealed.
For my 55th birthday my wife, the Goddess, is giving me a surprise. It involves travel, but I don’t know yet where to. I received my first clue yesterday. I have a list of things to pack which includes my sense of adventure, and we are to be at the airport at 5:00 am. Yes, that’s 5:00 in the morning. She explained the early time as having to be at the airport 2 hours in advance. That implies an international flight, and one of the items on my list to pack is a passport.
However, that could all be false clues. She also told me that I won’t really know where I’m going until Friday. To me that means that wherever we go Thursday is not the final destination. The list of things to pack does not include a suit. Now, if you’re traveling on a cruise ship, you’d need a suit. The list does include sandals, swim suit, T-shirts, slacks, tie, dress shirt, dress shoes. So, I’m genuinely unsure of anything.
This afternoon I asked her if they speak a language that I know where we’re going. She wouldn’t answer that one. But, considering that English and Spanish are the main languages in this hemisphere, even if she had said yes it wouldn’t tell me much. More will be revealed.
Timberrr!
Saturday I went to the Home Depot to buy a Christmas tree. It was about 87 degrees and sunny. I shopped for a tree in shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. There is something wrong with that from the get-go.
We decorated the tree on Saturday evening while corralling a 2-year-old who delighted with the lights, the ornaments, and all the knick-knacks. “No, no, don’t go behind the tree. Don’t touch the lights, they’ll burn you. No you can’t play with the porcelain Santa Clause. Here’s a stuffed penguin on skis. Here let’s put that Mickey Mouse high up on the tree.”
Sunday afternoon everyone came to our house for my birthday celebration. My birthday is not December 4th. It’s December 10th, but we’re leaving town on Thursday for a trip to somewhere that is a secret. That’s another story. We were sitting and talking when the tree started to slowly lean toward the center of the room. It was obvious that it was falling right on top of Jennifer, and the Goddess and I were too far across the room to catch it. All we could do was yell “aaiiee!” I jumped up to try to catch it, but it crashed onto Jennifer and the floor before I could reach it. Glass, water, needles from the tree, all everywhere.
I set the tree upright, but the damage was done. Jennifer got a scratch, but fortunately it was light. We swept, wiped up water, tightened the base on the tree, and re-hung the unbroken ornaments. The 2-year-old witnessed it all, but was not the cause. The two dogs were outside, so they were blameless. We don’t exactly know why it fell just then, but I’m thinking it was the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Saturday I went to the Home Depot to buy a Christmas tree. It was about 87 degrees and sunny. I shopped for a tree in shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. There is something wrong with that from the get-go.
We decorated the tree on Saturday evening while corralling a 2-year-old who delighted with the lights, the ornaments, and all the knick-knacks. “No, no, don’t go behind the tree. Don’t touch the lights, they’ll burn you. No you can’t play with the porcelain Santa Clause. Here’s a stuffed penguin on skis. Here let’s put that Mickey Mouse high up on the tree.”
Sunday afternoon everyone came to our house for my birthday celebration. My birthday is not December 4th. It’s December 10th, but we’re leaving town on Thursday for a trip to somewhere that is a secret. That’s another story. We were sitting and talking when the tree started to slowly lean toward the center of the room. It was obvious that it was falling right on top of Jennifer, and the Goddess and I were too far across the room to catch it. All we could do was yell “aaiiee!” I jumped up to try to catch it, but it crashed onto Jennifer and the floor before I could reach it. Glass, water, needles from the tree, all everywhere.
I set the tree upright, but the damage was done. Jennifer got a scratch, but fortunately it was light. We swept, wiped up water, tightened the base on the tree, and re-hung the unbroken ornaments. The 2-year-old witnessed it all, but was not the cause. The two dogs were outside, so they were blameless. We don’t exactly know why it fell just then, but I’m thinking it was the Ghost of Christmas Past.
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