Pragmatist
Pragmatist

I do the daily Cryptoquote in the local paper, and today's quote does my heart good.  Here it is, solved:

ONE OF THE ADVANTAGES OF BEING DISORDERLY IS THAT ONE IS CONSTANTLY MAKING EXCITING DISCOVERIES.  --A.A. MILNE

How great is that???
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Went to Leisure League luncheon yesterday and enjoyed the company of four friends, three of whom I see mostly at LL luncheons.  The entertainment was The Musicats, a local group who do all the oldies but goodies.  One song they did always gets me right where I live.  It's A Wonderful World.  I always associate Louis Armstrong with that song, even though I know others have recorded it.  But it seems to me to be Louie's song.

Afterward went shopping at Wal-Mart for yarn.  Have a "project" going, and still haven't settled on the colors I want to use.  Still in the experimental project stage.  

For some reason I was sleepy all day, and when I got home it was time for chat time with Sis.  So no nap.  However, my eyes were drooping at half-mast so we logged off a little early.  I fell asleep in my oh-so-comfortable recliner,  and woke up with a start 75 minutes later.  It was time to go to class, and I was already late!  It turned out OK, though; I actually wasn't late, as the reading and discussion hadn't yet started.

I have a reservation to see a local company present Raisin in the Sun on Sunday, 30 October.  It was announced at the luncheon that discounted tickets were available for anyone interested.  I saw the original with Sidney Poitier.  Looking forward to seeing what a local company can do with it.  Gee...that's a month away.  Oh, well, I can wait.

Here's a card I'd like to have printed up and placed appropriately:

            Stupidity (in your case) may be a handicap, 
               but it doesn't qualify you to park here.  
                              Go find another spot.

I get so irritated at people who park in Handicap slots and don't show a placard, or who park over the line, thus effectively using two spaces.  And I wonder sometimes at people who use the handicap placards.  I know some handicaps (like asthma) don't show, but I saw a young man with a small child, looking very hale and hearty pull into a spot I was waiting for.  He was walking very energetically while carrying a child probably 4 years old.  Grrrrr!!!  Probably using his grandmother's placard.  And grandma wasn't in the car.

Yeah, I'm a grump, but I need that space.  Also, I can't understand why so many handicap spaces are placed wa-a-a-a-y over there instead of as close to the doors as possible.  Especially aggravating at the medical center where my doctor is.

Oh, crum.  There I go complaining again.  So I guess I'll close this off and maybe come back later in a better mood.

Shalom