“36 more pats per pound
and 12 less calories . . . . per pat”
— song lyrics from a Kraft Parkay margarine TV commercial. The company whipped the product, adding air to it; hence greater volume per pound and FEWER calories per pat. The whipping was a big deal at the time.
“You’ve got a wet shirt and that’s too bad
You could have a dry shirt if you only had . . .
Pampers, Pampers, Pampers.”
– I remember these words and melody because the arrangement, instrumentation and tune were great fun.
My spring is wound tightly today. The rent was paid yesterday, but I have no idea how much will be in my checking account after subtracting the amount I’m overdrawn and pay three major bills. I am concentrating on finishing some blurbs for the deadline assignment and will postpone my birthday dinner for me, myself and aye until they’re all sent in.
My head will probably be lighter by one tooth at the end of today. BUMMER. I realised this while sipping iced tea late last night and putting up with the stabbing pain that reminded me I should have listened to my dentist when I was 15 years old. I was surprised that I didn’t swallow it while I was sleeping last night. It’s a long story. I’ll spare you.
I will update this entry further after I’ve done all the paid writing today. To be paid two weeks or more from now . . . to be paid to whom? a memory?
11:17 update: Success with the interviews. If I were a pilot I could not say I am “reporting final” but I could say I have “made the field,” which is almost as good. Before I go to bed tonight, fate and surface winds permitting, I will have turned in all the completed articles.
Excuse me while I have — make that heave — a sigh of reLIEF. Inertia and altitude will finish this for me.
Received an e-mail advisory of a significant life event from a graciously restored friend. It would have turned me into a blithering idiot if I had opened it, so I’m not going to open it until tomorrow because I don’t have time to savor the most welcomed and appreciated e-mail. It will be a present. Thank you in advance Smooth Wolverine!
Back to work now.
6:50 update
I have submitted all the blurbs to the deadline editor! I have also purchased the first drinking alcohol to come into my house since last May, and I must tell you, I’m a hair nervous. I haven’t touched it since I carried it, oh so ginly (as #43 might say, even if it’s Burgundy, which it is.) I”m not going to taste it until I’m done with this blog entry.
What I feel about tomorrow — a major day for me, one I thought I would never live to see as a living human being — would fill a book and sink the TitanicDAMN! You say it sank already? Some years ago you say?DAMN! How about “it would sink a president? Oh RIGHT; he’s already sinking fast. Well I’m gwine to write about it here Wednesday.
I feel great about getting the blurbs in before deadline. I believe in deadlines. I like them. We work well together. But I wanted to be done a day before deadline because of my big Wednesday. I may have some rewriting to do, and that’s fine; comes with the prefashion so to espik. Also must call web site client. I’m not worried about hang overs. I’ll be as ready for action at 2:30 Wednesday as I always am.
So now I’m going to make a few Buddig Sliced Turkey sandwiches, heavy on the Hellman’s and sip me some rot-gut Burgundy.
Live . . . .
