Years ago, actually over two decades ago, when I worked at Shady Lane Home, my uniform included a hair net. The last thing anyone wanted was our hair showing up in the food we were serving to the residents. That would be so gross! On more than one occasion, I forgot my hair net or it tore, so I had to borrow one. The good news is that my grandma lived there and yes, a white hair net on my head was stunning!
She was one cool dude in her Foster Grants! Here is Lily, well into her 90's, sitting out in the fresh air
Today, I cleaned my keyboard yet one more time, because I cannot stand the feeling of the sticky keys under my fingers. Much of the gunk has accumulated due to the humidity in the air (and on the keys!) and even though I have new cans of air, it didn't help. Air won't remove stickiness.
Justin had picked up three cans of a name-brand compressed air for me at Sam's Club. He is such a dear boy---knows what his mama likes! The air blows the crumbs out, somewhat, but the rest has to be wiped. I used baby wipes on the end of a small screw driver to wedge the wiper between the keys. Then, switched to a stiff piece of cardstock (the real estate mailing I got came in quite handy!) and used it to push the wiper between the keys. Not trying to gross anyone out but by the looks of it, but I should not have a hair left in my scalp!!! Ew!!!!
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Today I had a very nice lunch with my friend, Christine, with whom I have not dined in ages! She is quite busy with her real estate, and in fact, had to hurry through lunch to get to a closing. It had been postponed from yesterday, but she didn't want to cancel our lunch date. We need more time but made amazing progress in getting caught up in the flesh. Usually a sentence or two on Facebook is about what we can muster. Once I get back from WI, I will make it happen. We can sure talk fast when we have to!
Here is Christine sitting on the floor in my bedroom at the lake house. This must be her color because she was wearing it again today, too!
Yesterday I had an appointment in Argyle with one of the financial guys, Frank. We need to meet every six months as required by the SEC or somebody, and I don't mind seeing him one bit. He is a hoot! While I don't always follow what he is telling me about the investments, I do know and understand the real estate market and construction. He recently bought the office he is in, having moved from Blanding Blvd. a few months ago. Nice digs here!
He has a huge screen in his conference room and is going to be showing movies there as a service to his clients. Judy C. and I are hoping to take in the movie this week, Parental Guidance, loaded with slap-stick mixed with "America's Funniest Home Movies" antics. Grandparents in charge of the grandkids, breaking every rule the parents set down for the kids. From the trailers on TV, it has all the stuff little kids, and some old ones, too, enjoy such as groin kicks and other 'funny' things. The parents left all sort of instructions, and the grandparents blew it off.
When Justin was a baby and I would go out of town, I used to tell my family/babysitters regarding Justin: "Don't dress him like a Pollack!" That would be frowned on now! One time I came home and they had deliberately mismatched all his clothes, just to mess with me. With Timmy, I was far less stringent!
Speaking of movies, I had a pre-order in place for a new documentary called "Honor Flight". The documentarians accompany WWII veterans flown to Washington, DC to visit the war memorials. Each vet has a host which travels with them, flying out in the morning, and returning at night. A man from church, Bill B., had the privilege of being able to go a couple years ago.
I was talking about the movie (documentary) at the pool on the weekend with Kathy and her hubby, Tom. Tom works at the airport in Tally with the TSA. When he heard I was getting the movie he said, "Have some Kleenex ready..." Tom went on to tell about a recent flight which went out of Tally with the vets, bound for DC. He said the concourse and walkway to the plane was lined with well-wishers, waving flags and applauding as the veterans, most of them men, went through and onto the plane. 
Actual shot of departing veterans 'guarded' by the Patriot Guard
The Patriot Guard motorcycle group was there to see them off as well, and even MORE folks were there to greet them when they arrived back in the airport after 11:00 pm. Tom said it is never busy at that hour of the night otherwise, and he said, "Believe me, there was not a dry eye in the house..." Everyone was in tears, no matter their walk in life, seeing these old guys going and coming from their Honor Flight.
My copy arrives on the 14th and I only hope I have a chance to air it for some friends before I leave for Manty. Linda was pre-ordering as well, so we might get to watch her copy when up there. I hope that someone does this for the Viet Nam vets, like Tom, too, some day, before it's too late.
