Valentine’s Day

As I was sitting down to write this, I got curious, and decided to look up Valentine's Day on Wikipedia. Man was I surprised! My intention was to bring out a little more information about the day itself, before launching into my own thoughts, but that went out the window... if you want to know about the history of St. Valentine's day, go for it. I'm not in the mood to repeat all that I've learned.

A Night Out

I had a good time last night.

The county Parks and Recreation Department here has, for the past eight years, organized a Valentine's Dance. They sell tickets for a complete evening's enter­tainment, for couples, and it includes snacks, dinner, door prizes, and dancing with a live band, in the old historic county courthouse. My Honey found out about it at work, and arranged for us to attend.

Depressing Stuff

A few people, who are important to me, believe that I expect too much of them. They're wrong. I have no expectations at all. Just hopes.

Humor: why men die before their wives

My friend Bill sent me a list of old two-liners recently.  You know the ones, the first part is a question, the second part is the answer. Anyway, there were over a dozen of them, and they were all the kind of thing guaranteed to make some women yell chauvinist pig! Everyone has heard them before, so I won't repeat them here, except one:

Some thoughts on tattoos

I sometimes entertain myself by looking at stranger's profiles on MySpace™. The same sort of thing one does when commuting on a crowded bus. You look around, wonder about why people put on the public faces they do, hypothesize about what they're really like. It's just a game. Since I've retired, I don't ride buses and trains very much, anymore, and mission-shopping at grocery and department stores doesn't provide as many opportunities for that kind of entertainment.

Invasion

This is a highly political rant. If that kind of thing offends you, you might want to skip this one and read something else.

Last night started an exchange of emails with my youngest sibling, and I'm not sure it's done yet. Nonetheless, it brought together in my mind a few ideas and factlets, like pieces of a puzzle, and a picture began to take a shape that worries me. I haven't discussed this new picture with anyone yet, and I thought I'd like to get it out to those of you who might want to take potshots at it.

Just stuff

Yesterday was different. My Honey has been wanting to go to the High Museum for months. There were three exhibits there that she really wanted to see, and one was about to close.