Archive for April 2022
Just J . . .
. . . is the name of a fellow living here.
J — just J.
He gets confused with a fellow who happens to live across the hall who’s name is Jay.
J said his mother figured their last name was long enough so she gave him a short first name.
Which made us think of other letters that sound like a name . . .
like K and B and D.
And how about the name that’s hidden in the alphabet — q r STU v w.
A Sure-Fire Way . . .
. . . to make money
the next time you go
to Las Vegas.
GET A JOB.
No One Admitted to Being Fired . . .
. . . during a recent “Flashbacks” session I honcho twice a week to dredge up long-ago personal memories.
I recounted a couple of firings that boosted my career rather than turning it to ashes
and then reminded the group that
Walt Disney was fired by the Kansas City Star when he was a young man
because he “lacked imagination and had no good ideas.”
Smartass Here Shows Up at Everything . . .
. . . and always announces that where ever he goes, he has to bring himself.
I finally had to notify him that that’s what spoils everything.
I Feel So Good . . .
. . . that if I didn’t think I was going to live forever,
I’d probably kill myself.
Unsettling News . . .
. . .Mary Weaver, the activities director at Sunrise of Gilbert for the last five years, quit today. Her last day will be Easter Monday — 11 days from now.
She’s been the caring in-charge person here who carried us through most of the pandemic shutdown and initiated several programs and activities that are going to suffer and/or disappear with her departure.
Gotta take a breath and assimilate all this.
With Nothing Else to Do . . .
. . . got thinking about some ad slogans, like
“Big Tire Blowout Sale,”
or what about,
“Toilet Paper Wipeout Sale.”
You got any better?
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