Twenty years ago today, the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded just after take-off. I was at home in Claremont, California, working on a school project that morning, and turned on NBC to watch the launch. They were the only station televising the launch live since it had become so common-place. I can still remember the feeling of disbelief - that I couldn't be seeing what I was seeing.
[God bless Challenger and her crew.]
Gary was on call last night. Which is not fun, but at least it was quiet. The usual collection of idiots did not seem to want to play with their knives and guns last night, so there were no traumas. Which was nice.
This morning, however, was terribly exciting. After being greeted by a somewhat subdued Suki, we had some coffee and watched "Mr. and Mrs. Smith", compliments of Netflix. It was OK - somewhat predictable and of course terribly unrealistic but entertaining. And then . . .
[Wait for it . . .]
I cleaned the kitchen. Woo hoo!
But that was not all we did, no sirree. We went to the Oriental Supermarket and restocked our supply of soy sauce and hoisin, frozen clams and roast duck (cut up, no head). We hit the big dim sum place across the street for lunch, stopping at Lowes and Ikea on our way home. Then we came home and did some laundry and put away groceries and sewed buttons on shirts . . . oh, wait, we're boring again!
That's it - I need to do something to spice things up! I think I'll go to London. So there! Maybe I'll come back. On, like, Thursday.
And while I'm gone . . . SAVE YOUR CORKS!!
[Only 8,379 more needed for our wine cellar wall.]
Quote du jour:
"Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867) French poet, critic, translator
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