Rhyme of the Day

Tonight, while my son was unloading his massive supply of college junk from his car, a woman pulled up in an SUV and called to him. "Excuse me, sir," were her first words.

He was embarrassed since he didn't have a shirt on, and wasn't used to being called "sir" by anybody, much less a lady who was older than him.

She complimented him on our kitchen.

So he knew what to do. He passed her along to his mother for the full kitchen discussion, which went on quite a while.

(We recently re-did our kitchen, at considerable but not astronomical expense, and it came out great.)

So my wife invited the woman and her daughter in, and gave them the full kitchen story, which is quite a saga as my wife tells it. Well, it was her project, her final design, and she likes talking about it.

All this happened around 10 at night.

So I guess my house is a kind of tourist attraction now. I'm thinking of charging admission to recoup the expense.

Just kidding. It would never recoup the expense. Only selling the house can do that. And I'm not in a hurry to do that, either.

Rhyme of the day:

I'll stand outside and holler:
You can come in for a dollar!

Somehow I didn't like the name, despite the recurrence of R's. But I did the race, and it was good.

It was almost all younger people in the race. So if there had been tracking by age group, I would have done pretty well. Because my age group was not well represented.

But there were no complicated set of awards. It was just a well run race, with an awful lot of puddles to jump.

It was called "for the rare" because the charitable cause was cancer in young adults, which is fairly rare as cancer goes.

How rare? I'm not sure. I can't quite find a comparison of cancer risks across one's lifetime. It varies quite a bit by type of cancer, of course. Furthermore, some forms are curable nowadays.

Rhyme of the day:

Jumping puddles as you run
Adds a bit of wet-shoe fun.