After a great weekend, we started this week out on a great day. Man Child sprang from bed and was ready to hit the road right on time. I got to visit Brugger's Bagel after a couple of week's absence yet they still remembered my meal and handed me my order without having to stand in line. I even had a few moments to continue reading the saga of the North American Indians in the book "The First Frontier" which I mentioned here on several occasions.
But the highlight of my morning was driving Jack to school, and to the bagel shop, and too the office in my car and it had no morning dew, no clouds of pollen stuck to it, no pine needles under the wiper blades and no bird gunkers (Ok you didn't think I was going to let the day go by without talking about some kind of animal feces) stuck on my car. I pulled out of the garage this morning and felt like Batman. It is nice to have a clean car everyday.
Once arrived, I had a few day's mail to wonder through and gobs of e-mails to plunder through. I had a nice lunch with the other lady in my life, Ellen who makes sure I stay busy and keep me sane. It was a wonderful day.
Devin left for the airport today to pick up her mother. So much for having a great week. (Just kidding!) Devin is taking her mom to see Devin's aunt (her father's sister) who is not doing well. Dorothy will be with us several days and it is always fun to have dinner with her as she is not picky. She just does not like ANYTHING. But she is not picky, just ask her and she will tell you that she is not picky. Tonight we had grilled sandwiches and soup. A simple meal and we all enjoyed it. Then we sat around watching the semi-finals to DWTS. Katherine Jenkins blew out her back on the last move of her second dance and you could see her go into shock. So sad, but she even makes pain look good. Did you see Christie Brinkley in the audience? She has had so much word done to her face it looks like you could bounce quarter off it. So sad, she has such natural beauty, just go with it girl.
They picked up our dumpster today so the only remnants of construction in our neighborhood are the two porta potties down at the end of the street. They will be finishing the front entrance way tomorrow (I think) and then we can have those removed. Those Porta Potties have been a life saver for the crews working on everyone's house and have provided a lot of amusement for the juvenile delinquents in the neighborhood over the last 18 months. Apparently if you are about 15 and male (I am assuming) tipping over portable toilets is a great thrill. Over 18 months or so we have had to pay to have them righted and cleaned up on three occasions. (I tried it once myself, but it is a nasty job with all that tidy bowl blue stuff flying around the inside of a porta potty.
Jack is finally cracking down on his driver training on line studies. Devin and I can't wait for him to get his license so he can expand his Sherpa duties. He moved Devin's Cadilac and the F 250 this weekend and he was quite proficient at each. He moves very slowly, but we are OK with that. Funny, Kristin was a very slow and careful driver? Interesting.
All of this reminds of a story (I just heard 54 people say the word "crap"!). When I was in high school I used to jog every morning with my father at the track at Edison High School. We would get on the track at about 5:30 and be home before 6:30. I was 15 and he had gotten his first of many Cadillacs. It was a 1972 Coup deVille similar to the one pictured here.

Anyway we had finished our run and the school was about a quarter mile from the house so he threw me the keys and told me to drive home. Except for pulling my mom's Ford Maverick in and out of the garage, I had never really driven before. Dad gave me a couple of suggestions (mirror, seat, etc.) and never said another word. I pulled out of the parking lot, made to the corner of Magnolia and Atlanta, turned right, went half a block to Beachwood Lane and turned left and drove right into the driveway. This drivin stuff was easy.
Dad looked at me with the almost proud smile on his face and he said, "What color was the light when you turned on to Atlanta?" I realized I did not even look at the stop light. I admitted I did not look. He smiled and said, "That's Ok, it was green." Later in the week at a dinner with friend's he could not resist telling people what his &*&(%^$ half wit kid did. But I had known for many years that was his term of endearment for me. So much so I have trained Siri on my iPhone to call me that name. I will ask her what my name is and she will answer "%**&@ half wit is what you told me." But I digress, and so did the market.