Out late at the Fireworks. See you tomorrow. Okey? Dokey?
Giant Penguins and Floating Daschunds
Penguins are shrinking. It is little informational tidbits like this one, that make the world so interesting to me. They aren’t shrinking very fast albeit. They found old bones at Seymour Island (that’s down Antarctica way). Those bones indicate that
The big combustible stink
Sometimes, the sh-t hits the fan. Other times, it just piles up. Such is the case in today’s early news. It was a case of spontaneous combustion. First of all, I have to sidetrack here a little. Growing up, I
Sunny with a chance of sun
I’ve just stayed up all night trying to figure out where the sun went. Then it dawned on me. Actually, each and every day, I’m up far beyond the crack of dawn. By a few hours, at least. But today.
How many fuzzy tails could there be?
They took a Squirrel Census in Central Park. Counted up those Gray Squirrels of New York City Parkdom. Specifically, it was a group called, of all things, the “Squirrel Census.” Several different societies, groups, and clubs all merged together to
Do, do, do, as you must.
I had my yearly Mammogram today. And my Bone Density Test. During the standard “health history” questions, the technician asked if I’d recently had any organ replacements. I said “No. But I did buy a new piano.” She looked at
Go on. Build the badly made, unsafe thing.
Contraption. I just love a good contraption. I heard the word early this morning. It happens to be Webster’s Word of the Day. I often wonder, with so many choices, how Webster picks the winners for the Word of the
It your dunking day, don’t roll your eyes.
Again. Every day is a “National Day” of something or other. This practice of making everything on God’s Green Earth, a “National Day” has trivialized the title, if you ask me. I think National Days should be reserved for the
When it is too much to take.
This is the date that Judy Garland died. She was 47 years old when she ended her life. That was in 1969. Something made her terribly sad. She couldn’t take this place any longer. So she opened up a bottle
Tilting, toward the big fire ball.
Well, that good old Summer Time is here. June 21. The Summer Solstice. The sun has reached its super duper point in the sky, and we are at our longest day. We all know how it works. This earth we