"I sense something is afoot...."

The Youth Group Super Bowl Party was great fun, with more turning out than I even hoped! Although only three of the young folks from church were able to come, my friend, Kathy's daughter plus her fiance, and his mom, joined our rabble. A parent of one of our youth group kids asked if she could stay to watch since she lives in Mandarin and did not see the wisdom in dropping him off, going home to watch alone, and then coming back. To me, the more the merrier, so let's rock 'n roll! I like nothing better than a houseful and we had more than enough food and drinks. Add to that an exciting game and it was marvelous!

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"I sense something is afoot"-----you will never guess what I am watching, or actually, listening to. Yes, an episode of "Seinfeld", where Kramer is raising a chicken in order to avoid having to eat "sweat shop" eggs, only to have Jerry point out the fact that the chicken is in fact a rooster. Kramer is startled and says, "That would explain the low egg production." At the same time, George decides to date a woman who is in prison.........go figure! Kramer ends up entering his rooster, named Little Jerry, into a cock fighting contest, not realizing that Little Jerry might get hurt. He thought it would be like American Gladiators with gloves and helmets. Little Jerry was "just a peckin' and weavin', talkin' trash....." Well, yes.....It is just a hoot to listen to this story unfold.

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The other day when Justin was here, he expressed glee when he spotted the bottle of hand sanitizer next to my sink. In his inimitable way he said, "I am getting a bit Monkish, like you!", which means he is fastidious in keeping his hands clean. Monk is a character on TV who suffers from obsessive/Compulsive Disorder, and uses baby wipes any time he touches yukky things like other people's hands or a door handle. While not a regular viewer of Monk, his show comes on the station I go to sleep to so occasionally it is on when I awaken. I think he needs a new psychologist or stronger medication! Monk, not Justin!

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I finally made the decision to have my windows washed as I simply cannot tolerate looking through them, or attempting to, any longer. The man is supposed to come tomorrow but I have not gotten a firm time as of yet. This means I will have to move much of my stuff away from the windows including my colored glass in both the family room and my bedroom. As I touch these things, of course, I will discover they seriously need cleaning, too. It always gets worse before it gets better so I will endure a mess in order to recognize cleanliness and hopefully, some clarity. Often, Mike the window man, fails to tell his cleaners, fire fighters on their off days, that I live on the 3rd floor. This might be by accident or deliberately, so as not to deter them from showing up. I will keep my mop handle ready in case the guy is ill-prepared and has to use it to extend for my sliding glass doors. At least the doors and windows will be cleaned for when Linda is here, and hopefully, long after she is gone!