Apparently this disk on which I'm writing on is one of them 'self-cleaning' 3.5" floppies, because today I slid it in my old laptop, (if you knows what I means - ba da boom! Thank you, Thank you!) - and none of my other ponderins wuz there no more!

Dang Teknow-ologeez!

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I feel like I'm walking in a fog. I went to bed at midnight (re-watched the great cat-n-mouse action/drama "The Fugitive" with Tommy Lee Jones and Harrison Ford), but got up at - ugh - 6:30 a.m.. I just don't do well with less than 8 hours, 9 is better, 10 does no harm. I've been known to sleep 18 (with no alarm & feeling less than perfect).

I had to be at FUTURES by 9:00 a.m. to meet a truck with men who were delivering a huge two-sofa set of spectacular 70's Milo Baughman minimalist shapes covered in honey-gold elaborate double-split bookend burled Olive wood. They are wonderful.

http://futuresantiques.com/items/main.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=1326

I spent yesterday preparing (stacking) the shop to make space for ONE of them - the larger one, 3-cushions, at 90". The mate is a 2-cushion 60". The 2-cushion became a reverse breech birth into my Scion. (Sorry, that's on my mind - my younger stepDaughter Holly has "scheduled" the birth of their son for tomorrow. My wife Pat is going up and staying the weekend. I... cannot (but maybe early next week).

"Be your own person! Start your own business!
See the WORLD!!"

Ahem.

So anyhow, the breeched sofa caused an excessively dilated Scion xB hatch lid, which I had to tie shut. Then it looked like rain... There would be a break of water any minute. Oh oh. I borrowed a tarp from Alvin, untied the hatch, diapered the exposed butt of the sofa, and again tied the hatch down until I could get it to the delivery room - which in THIS case is our home.

I watched the sky, listened to the mooing of the cows and the chirping of the crickets, noticed my right elbow actin' up, and decided I needed to get that sofa extracted from the Scion and into its crib as soon as possible. I tried calling a next door neighbor, but he did not answer. I called my crazy techo-loving pal Tom, who, like me, is in a private business...but has other people who share the responsibility. I don't. I asked him if he could meet me at my house (he works nearby) to help unload the sofa. He could. I put a note on the door, closed FUTURES ("Be Back 1:00 pm"), and drove away, waiting for the next labor pain. (I'd already crushed my right middle finger knuckle - no jokes - and my skull - between the sofa and the door jam - no jokes - AND goofed up my right elbow again, all while loading the smaller of the sofas onto the Scion.)

The water broke. It began raining as I drove away. It rained all the way home. NEVER doubt my Lumbago. Time was of the essence.

To get the sofa not only debreeched but into the crib, other furniture had to first be moved around in the house, and only then could we bring the sofa into the light of day. It took no time. It was ready to exit. We wrapped it in blankets, and carried it in. Now it's dry and happy though confused in the living room.

"Where's my bigger twin?"

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I drove back to work. I tallied about 100 miles today... about $11 of fuel... in the SCION xB! Jeez. THAT hurts. So does my skull, knuckle, lower back, and elbow.

Oh m'god, it's true! I'm turning into an old man! I AM a Grampa, and three times over!!

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I can live with that.