Another Saturday Night

Saturday night and I have been meaning to get to the blog all day but this is the first chance I have gotten.  In fact I have spent the last hour and half trying to post some Thanksgiving images up.  I finally got them up but the order is backward—sort of looks like the  Seinfeld where the show the whole shown backwards.  The backwardness kind of has a interesting effect.  I think I have accepted this argument rather then straighten all the images out. I think you will get the idea.
A cold front has moved in—finally clouds and a hint of snow and a cleansing of the local environment. I was out briefly and it is colder then it has been all year. I threw out the turkey carcass and there was ice on the garbage can lid.  I have been freezing all day and Dianne just turned up the heat to a level of comfort in the computer room. I’m still wearing my watch cap though and I have a scarf wrapped round my neck. I look like a character from a Dickens novel.

I had lunch with Lori and Jerry Friday , the writers lunch. Jerry is the writer for one of the local papers and has expressed some interest in my blogging. I may have mentioned in the past that he thinks I should consider writing a column for the paper. He expressed this feeling again Friday. I Now, Jerry wants me to pick three of my blog entries and submit the entries to the paper and see if they would consider doing a column.  Jerry thinks I should focus on my special niche of public transportation and disability, more specifically my disability. He says has not seen this point of view anywhere. Jerry may have a point.  I think sure no problem.  I hammer out about 500 words on a daily basis but blogging is one thing—I am doing this for my own entertainment. Jerry thinks I could write one column a week.  This should be easy unless I freeze up  or something. Doing the same thing for money is something else.  Then I am really committed.  Oh well, what can the submission hurt?  I would never turn down the money either—not much, maybe just fifty a column but something published and regularly would be very cool. We will have to see what turns up.
The washer is broke, the door is leaking and we cannot use it till it’s repaired.  Dianne has the washer guy coming out on Monday but we were out of clothes so yesterday following my lunch we had to go wash at the Laundromat. I have gotten to the point where I hate to go to the “mat” but Dianne had all the clothes in the infamous black garbage bags loaded in the van.  What a trip.  While we were there this guy, even older then me was washing. He looked a bit of a hobo He had this sweater which was literally a rag.  I wish I had taken a picture of him. But, hat was really interesting was that as he dried his clothes he put them all on! Really he totally layered himself in what clothes, he looked like a grossly overweight painter. Dianne was worried about him especially after he left the laundry. She was worried that he was homeless or would freeze. I figured he was just fine.  The old fart new what he was doing and I sure he would be just fine.