FACE TIME'S ODDS AND ENDS -- JUNE 8, 2012
Fri., June 8, 09:58 AM
I do love this:
That’s almost as good as the doctor who said the infant had developed an ethernet connection instead of a navel.
So last Friday the government posted the newest figures for the unemployment situation. They are not good. Diane Sawyer asked, “are you surprised?” The so-called expert she talked to was surprised. As you know, I am not.
About a week previously, a university-sponsored study reported pretty much the same thing. And a bunch of those expert economists jumped in to refute it. They seem to think that telling people things are better will make it better.
Y’know, putting on a bathing suit in winter doesn’t doesn’t make it into summer.
You probably never heard of Bud Finch, unless you are local to New Haven area radio. I only mentioned his program, “Once Upon a Bandstand,” in a post about something else. I didn’t know enough about him myself, but here is an article that tells his story.
You do know that I love to listen to the radio. When I came to New Haven as a bride, Bud Finch was the morning man I listened to. When I became a grandmother, he was still — in his nineties! — doing the weekly show about the Big Band era. That in itself was remarkable, but he was a lot more than an announcer.
I do wish these people would stop dying on us! Maurice Sendak. Richard Dawson. Herb Ellis, the last of the Platters (music of my teens). And now Ray Bradbury, who once said, “I graduated from the library when I was twenty-seven. I discovered that the library is the real school.” 
It turns out that that coyote is not a rumor. I saw it the other night. I heard the turkeys yelling, followed by a loud screaming. The screaming was a squirrel, who came down from my oak tree to give the coyote a piece of her mind. It fled. I heard it rustling outside later on, and I put on the light and yelled through the screen door. It left again.
What I know for sure is that we have to keep a tight lid on the garbage can. And we have to keep the kitten in the house — but not in my portion of it.
Thursday morning I was awakened very early by a phone call/message. (I could not wake up in time to take the call.) Since it was the nursing home, I returned the call immediately. My husband is fine; they just noticed a small bruise on his arm. If they see it, they have to chart it; if they chart it, they are supposed to notify the family. He said — and U.D. corroborates — that it has been there for some time. I am just recording when I found out. Just in case it happens again…
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