Hey, I remember this!
Back in the Before Time, your Uncle Jim was a pretty adventurous cook. Far from gourmet, but, still, not bad and I usually did it by the seat of my pants. Er, make that, on the fly. Okay, by guess and by golly. There, that doesn't sound nasty, does it? Well, I'll admit, it was usually chicken all done up fancy with rice, white or wild, on the side. Occasionally, I'd even do a vegetable.
Scripture candy and health food?
Yes, Directory Naming Service needs security.
Okay, as promised, here are pictures.
Well, we'll start off with the parental units. Obviously, the one on the right is my sainted mother who cleaned my house for me. The scruffy looking fella' on the left is my father. You can expect me to look about like that when I make it to 78. Frighteningly, my ex-wife seemed to think he was better looking as an older guy than in the pictures of him at my age. You know, in retrospect, considering what I know about her now, that's creepy.
I'm homesick.
No one coins a phrase like William Gibson.
That was what I woke up to this morning.
Apparently, the handle leaks on that toilet upstairs now. Yeah, everything else seems tight and non-leaky, but the water level rose to the point that it was streaming out the handle on the tank. Have I mentioned that I hate plumbing?
At least, I think we do.
I hate plumbing.
I should be cleaning my kitchen.
But, instead, I'm doing laundry. Oh, and I fixed a leaky toilet. The usual things one does before the parental units arrive from the wilds of Suburban Chicago. Yes, that's right, my folks are coming down Thursday night and staying through Sunday. I haven't seen them in almost two years, though I talk to them on the phone every week.
