NPJane (or is it “Hurricane Jane”) and I were walking the moominbeach the Saturday of the big windstorm we had over the Labor Day weekend. I was wearing a green raincoat over the short shorts that make up the bottom half of my summer hiking outfit. I’m sure I prob’ly looked a bit like a flasher but I needed to be able to wade out into the waves and NPJane was the only person around and she knows I am not a flasher. I think. We were scouting for beach chairs and boat rollers and a red kayak and we didn’t find any of those — that day, anyway — but we did find this sorta alligator-like piece of wood or whatever it is. Rest assured that there are no alligators anywhere near the shores of Gitchee Gumee. Grandroobly did once try to adopt one as a pet. This was in the 1920s, I think. He bought it from Basil (whose mom prob’ly told him to get rid of it) for 25 cents. He kept it in the bathtub at 1001 John St. overnight. His mother (my grandma) told him he had to get rid of it. He sold it to some other kid for 10 cents. Not an auspicious start to a banking career, was it?

It is Thursday. I don’t know why but Thursdays usually drive me nuts and this one is no exception. For one thing, after our work kayak expotition on Tuesday, I woke up the next morning thinking it was Friday. Alas, it wasn’t anywhere near Friday. But here’s where we are right now. Not to work-blahg, but I love my latest assignment, which involves a little more programming than usual. It’s just javascript but that’s okay. And we are moving forward on our kitchen reno albeit in fits and starts, due to our own incompetence at nailing down our requirements. And finally, I am suffering from a bit of canceler’s remorse. Maybe I shouldda kept the old phone number for some small amount of money per month. Even though we don’t ever use it or have a phone that actually works.

But then again, I think that keeping an old phone number forever even if you are not using it could be called a form of hoarding. I’ve gone on record before saying that I didn’t want to leave my kids (someday, not soon) with a bunch of crap to clean up. The Commander is determined not to leave me with a bunch of stuff (not that she’s going anywhere any time soon) and I am bound and determined to continue that tradition. So, phone number begone! And now, I need to get going on the rest of the Landfill.

Good night. Is Thursday a difficult day for you? Whaddy’all have planned for the weekend?

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