In the days of James Thurber, I remember as a child paging through my parents’ New Yorker magazines, looking for the cartoons. When I did find them, I often couldn’t figure out what they were about or why they should be considered funny. I did like the Charles Adams ones, which probably says more about me as a child than I’d like to think about.
On a weather note, I put on shoes
for the first time (not counting sneakers for walking and pickleball)
yesterday. I’ll happily wear sandals
with jeans and a sweatshirt, but I woke up to 44 degrees this morning and I can
hear the heat cranking up in the basement. So it’s time, bunion or no bunion.
I made a Costco run the other day. I was out of calcium, walnuts, and there was a breakfast bar I wanted to scout out. Frankly, I really just wanted to stroll around.
This is just one of those round up sort of posts. No deep
thoughts going on here at the moment.
I thought when every appliance in my kitchen but one went down the drain last year that with all these new shiny stainless steel friends life would be simpler.
As I’ve written before, on Sunday, I spent a good 45 minutes that I’ll never get back on the phone with “Cynthia”, a kind and patient lady from LL Bean’s Mastercard customer service. I’d received a letter asking me to update my information but when I tried to access my account online, I couldn’t get there.
(Back in 1936, when SS#s first appeared, people thought it would be a swell idea to tattoo them onto an arm. )
It seems like every year I’m newly pleased by my garden, as though nothing had ever bloomed there before.
No, my title isn’t in code. It’s a response to last week’s Boston Globe article by Simon Rabinovitch about the use of artificial intelligence in education.
We had a visit from the grand-twins and their parents yesterday, a long overdue visit despite texts and phone calls in between.
