"Excellent!" I cried. "Elementary," said he.

"You will not apply my precept," he said, shaking his head. "How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth!"
This is in response to Mom's mysterious disappearing hair pieces.
They've got to be there, right?!
I, too, am still looking for my largest casserole dish. The one large enough to take a sitz bath in (if necessary). I didn't leave it at a church function ( even I wouldn't be that dumb). I didn't use it as a cleaning basin when moving and for heaven's sake it was just a 1 bedroom apartment! I'm pretty sure I packed it with the kitchen implements and it was a favorite of mine so I didn't give it away ...so in what dimension is it in now? I firmly believe that black holes inhabit the earth in numerous quantities. They swallow any object that crosses your mind and won't disgorge them until the need for it is long past (i.e. you've bought another one, or the event is passed, or you've passed, whatever).
I believe Mom should look in the Christmas box marked Angel hair.

Move my world

You would think that a semi-intelligent individual ( such as myself) that has moved around 36 times in her adult life would shy away from any activity that even hints of cardboard, that gives that faint whiff of newsprint used in wrapping precious cargo, that involves carrying anything larger than a pencil up and down numerous stairs. You would think...
wrong, apparently. I feel as if life has molded me exactly for the job I now hold. What do I do? Shift and carry boxes up and down up to 2 flights of stairs ( and I am responsible for each and every item in said boxes). Decorate and redecorate on a nearly weekly basis. Manage the activities of a large group of associates daily. I feel like the big sister for North American Van Lines! I am amazed that I enjoy it so much seeing as I am not even finished moving my own self( sigh... I wonder if I could get the Porter's employees right on that little job?)

Hammerheads

I am often astonished at the laxity of our family in doing those things that are truly important...
like electing a family mascot. Every state has state birds, trees, bushes, and probably an animal.
I think our family probably could soon match the population of a small (but key!) state(...and thus provide that all important "swing" vote Keira).
Therefore to make sure we are recognized as a force to be reckoned with, should we become a state, I think we ought to adopt the Hammerhead Shark as our mascot.
There are several reasons for this:

• One- it has the word hammer in its name and very few families as a whole recognize how integral and important a hammer is...even to the creation of a great deal of the human world! ( a pause here while we consider this)

• Two- some of us are hammerheads in fact. I, for one, became one last Friday while hanging pictures and moving a ladder where said hammer was resting...briefly. Then it rested even more briefly on my skull ( the lump is magnificent!) before proceeding south to my foot, but hammerfoot just doesn't have the same ring to it.

• Three- it blends well with our family motto ( as told to me by our Patriarch himself)"If there is water, we swim in it." Short, succinct, and not latin.
  

Feedback? Suggestions for other family "things"?

A.I.I.

Allergy induced insomnia ( or A.I.I.) is a tragic disorder that renders the sufferer not only
sleepless but breathless which results often in mental
blogging in the wee hours with no discernible results
unless said sufferer actually hauls themselves out of bed
and performs the cathartic act ( if none of this
makes sense look at the post time and make the
deductions yourself).
Presented here is the insomnia fairy.
If he would only hit me with that pillow,if only.

Coming- a Part.

Or... Don Kirkpatrick-Style Setter.

I have found of late that remembering the lessons of my youth do, indeed, help in the golden ( silver?!) years. Don K's creative take on parting his hair has inspired and relieved me of the duty of coloring mine more often than absolutely necessary. If I move my part from near center to a bit more to the left while doing the morning "do" the years just roll back and I am once again nearly grey free
...or is it I just think I am ( insert wink here).

Shy ( sigh)

Apparently Bette was too shy to appear the first time that I tried to get her on the blog ( with that picture I would be too), so now my blogs are out of sync ( the new one is now 2 blogs back!). I swear between work and here I have been wrestling technical giants all day! Does anyone with a technical bent ever just speak English?
(Oh, thanks again, Deb, for the technical help given in -surprise- English!)

Pic to right- Shy Ry Ry and a dimpled Venus.

We have met the enemy....

Evidently Miss Lake Michigan was slacking because I, among others, am still suffering! ( maybe it was her lack of proper spraying attire or maybe it was the allergy pharmacists way of ensuring job security...forever!)

Anybody got a hanky?