We have had a few dry days in a row and it feels good. It will be raining again by the time you read this. I have harvested my first two cucumbers of the season. This is a good start for me and with some luck of not having everything nibbled to the ground.
The past weekend was spent at the 125th celebration/reunion of St. Paul’s Lutheran School in Fulda. My eighth grade was spent there in a class that had eighteen girls and four boys. It was a good year, life was easy and uncomplicated. The food was great, my education advanced and my religion was molded. It was also a year that had a great set back in my emotional development. I was accosted by a girl who grabbed me by my coat collar, turned me around several times and flipped me into the snow. It was right in front of the school, in front of classmates, in front of God and the entire world. There’s no doubt it was my fault but still it was devastating to my developing ego. The memory, although traumatic at the time, was lost over the years. This weekend it was back when I met Marilyn on the sidewalk in front of the school surrounded by people. We chatted for awhile. She was too much of a lady to recall the incident. Life is good. Walking through the gym I thought I would try a basket. Grabbing a ball I took my shot, a total miss.
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A flight is on its way to Sydney when a blonde in economy class gets up, and moves to the first class section and sits down
The flight attendant watches her do this, and asks to see her ticket.
She then tells the blonde that she paid for economy class, and that she will have to sit in the back.
The blonde replies, “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Sydney and I’m staying right here”.
The flight attendant goes into the cockpit and tells the pilot and the co-pilot that there is a blonde bimbo sitting in first class, that belongs in economy, and won’t move back to her seat.
The co-pilot goes back to the blonde and tries to explain that because she only paid for economy she will have to leave and return to her seat.
The blonde replies, “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Sydney and I’m staying right here”.
The co-pilot tells the pilot that he probably should have the police waiting when they land to arrest this blonde woman who won’t listen to reason.
The pilot says, “You say she is a blonde? I’ll handle this, I’m married to a blonde. I speak blonde”.
He goes back to the blonde and whispers in her ear, and she says, “Oh, I’m sorry” and gets up and goes back to her seat in economy.
The flight attendant and co-pilot are amazed and asked him what he said to make her move without any fuss.
I told her, “First class isn’t going to Sydney”
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Have a good week.
