I think a cleaning service left this business card on my front door, but looking at the email address, it might be an escort service.
I can’t remember if I ever provided an update on our neighbor with the handgun. Remember, our kids played with his kids at his house, but our kids talked about how there’s a gun in the closet. I spoke with the neighbor, a very friendly fellow. He owns two gas stations and carries the gun the work. He was very open and ever appreciative of me asking him about it, but he assured me that when he’s home it’s under lock and key, and it always leaves with him when he walks out the door.
I saw some German dark wheat bread at the grocery store and decided to roll the dice since I never heard of it. Not bad, very dense and a slight hint of rye. Here’s a bit more about it:
It is neither white nor starchy, a common characteristic associated with the better known European bread varieties of countries like Italy and France. Rather, it is coarse and unrefined, composed mainly of whole grains, such as rye, spelt, millet, and wheat – usually in pure form giving it a density that far outweighs any fluffy focaccia, oily ciabatta, or slender French baguette.
I have no issue with Kid Rock and Ted Nugent visiting the Oval Office, but it just didn’t set well with me they didn’t remove their hats. Maybe it’s because Nugent is a Texan and I feel Texas men should know better, and I thought as patriotic as Kid Rock is, he would have done it out of reverence.
Not sure how this came up, but WifeGeeding and I were wondering how many states have at least one Dairy Queen? This was the first result in Google, and it’s a bit dated, but I thought it was interesting a bit surprising:
Currently, there are more DQs in the Lone Star State, 575, than in the next two states combined. Illinois has 270, Minnesota, 254. There are Dairy Queens in every state but Vermont. In 48 states, one Dairy Queen is pretty much like the other, but Texas is a world unto itself, DQ wise.
There was news yesterday of Russia’s new base in Iceland, which reminded me of an award or some sort of Army recognition my father received for helping construct something in either Greenland or Iceland (most likely Greenland). I couldn’t find the paperwork but I did come across these photos of my father. When I saw the first one, probably when I was ten years old, I told my father he looked sad. He said he wasn’t sad, he was just freezing his “jewels” off because he was in Greenland/Iceland. When I saw the second picture, I told him his mustache looked funny. He said he didn’t care what he looked like at the time, he was trying to keep his upper lip warm. Him being sensitive to the cold was surprising since he grew up in Cincinnati.
Even though I didn’t find the paperwork I was looking for, I did come across this framed item. I’m sure they were a dime a dozen at the end of WWII when a plethora of servicemen was being discharged, and autopen was certainly used. But these “personalized” letters of recognition from the Secretary of the Navy and President Truman meant enough for my father to have them side by side.
As you know, OtherDogGeeding has had some major ear problems. The vet recommended an ear flush and a culture be sent to the lab, but the ear cleaning would require sedation. I dropped him off early yesterday morning and I expected to get a call around noon saying he would be available for pickup, but I didn’t get a call until after 2:00 PM. It was the vet’s assistant and the first words, verbatim, out of her mouth, after a deep breath and a pause, were, “Mr. Geeding, I want to apologize . . . I’m sorry . . . but we weren’t able to get to OtherDogGeeding in time.” Now, I’ve been preparing for his death for quite some time and didn’t expect that emotional gut punch when you get bad news, but it hit me hard. However, she follows up with, “You can pick him up after 4:00 PM.” I told her I thought she was telling me he died, and the poor girl apologized profusely. Maybe it was her wording or the tone in her voice, but for a good twenty seconds, I thought I lost my little buddy.
I do goofy things for my friends. For instance, I’ll call some of them a minute after minute on their birthday just so I can be the first to wish them a happy birthday. One recently told me that other than his mother, I was the only one that wished him a happy birthday on his actually birthday. He’s not on Facebook and neither am I, so he said it means more.
That same friend shared a story of him recently sharing my favorite poem with someone and how it really touched him. Men or women, but who remembers a friend’s favorite poem? That meant a lot to me, it tells you our relationship is full of substance or he’s some freak with a wicked memory. In case you are wondering, The poem is IF, by Rudyard Kipling. My high school drama teacher made all her students memorize it and stanzas often pop in my head during moments of stress breaking in on the walls of fortitude.
No Spoilers, I Promise – Last night the new season of ‘Fargo’ aired and they snuck in an image of Sisyphus.
I see a lot of similarities to ‘Better Call Saul’. You have a “loser” brother vs a successful brother, obscure settings (both a character in themselves) but beautiful use it with the cinematography, they are both predate another series, and the name Ehrmantraut was used.
Last night’s ‘Diff’rent Strokes’ was the one in which Hervé Villechaize (Tatu from ‘Fantasy Island’) made a guest appearance. Arnold rang the doorbell to an apartment and he answered. Arnold then asked, “Excuse me little boy, are your parents home.” Not a lot of folks can relate to one another like those two actors forever remembered by their height. But the uniqueness of that joke reminded me of this letter JFK sent Ike, which I found in my book about the relationships between presidents.
Life Pro Tip For Men – Put a guard on your clippers and trim your arm and leg hairs. You’ll be surprised, but it’s easier to apply sunscreen without all the excess hair absorbing it.
