19 December 2014
Back from Houston & there is no place like home. Absolutely maddening additions to the list of pet peeves.
Just before I left I witnessed poor little FBNextGen with a little mucous drainage ‘treated’ but it looked like torture & she did not take it well. Her Mom, the nurse, pulled out some kind of alien device with a tube, inserted one end into a nostril & drew (or sucked … I couldn’t watch) much to the screaming discomfort of the little one as Mom had the grip of Death of her.
It reminded me of when my own Mom back in the day would take our temperature. This as in rectally, with a glass instrument lubed up with petroleum jelly. NOT pleasant. It made you not get so sick so often for sure. It always seemed to be in the winter & the glass rod was SOOO COLD.
TMI ALREADY ... UNCLE !!
Today I feel sure that they would call Child Protective Services. I would have called them back then if I knew that was an option. One time I got an enema & I vowed NEVER to complain of THAT symptom again. EVER. ‘I’m a LOT better today Mom.’
So I missed my half-birthday entry yesterday but I was busy & on travel. I motored North on I-45 fighting numerous frustrations with traffic & the driving idiots. People creating hazardous conditions talking on cell phones, not using turn signals when changing lanes & the list goes on.
I mean they need to start being more selective who gets issued driving licenses. Seriously.
I decided to turn on the blue-tooth feature of the vehicles radio & I cannot change the station so I start over rebooting after several unsuccessful attempts to simply change the staion while driving. I find a killer ‘traditional blues’ station featuring the old masters. I mean for the first time this trip I am having a good time just riding along, listening to very cool tunes.
A message comes in & when I am prompted, enter the password & LOSE THE STATION !!
I attempt to get it back & the fat finger finds the little touchscreen selecting the station on the next line up. At that moment I am travelling the spped ;imit which is 75 - 80 according to the signs posted.
I curse out loud at the technology & it not working as advertised. Extremely aggravating.
I drive along looking for a Shell station for fuel. I see a sign & exit. The station is ‘slightly off’ the highway. I find it & the price is $2.79/gal. I go in & ask the attendant if the price of gas is correct as posted on the sign. It was $2.39 in Houston, $2.27-2.29 & as low as $2.09. A significant difference.
The attendant confirmed the price was correct so I ordered a small black coffee & whereabouts to the restroom. I so wanted to ask this character if he was affiliated with the Taliban or Al Quada. This was NOT the kind of traveller you would want to see walking down the aisle of your next flight. I so wanted to take a picture as the black knit beanie & hoodie could have passed for a burrqa. Then two miles back up I-45 it all made sense as the exit was for ‘Palestine.’ I cannot make this up people …
So at 2:25 I get home, unload & unpack settling in & getting comfortable once again at the cloud.
It was a nice visit in Houston but now Wives with Knives until the Stars v Flames face off from Western Canada so I am good. I am winding down, my attention span is floundering & I am thinking of the next list of thingys to do tomorrow.
That’s a wrap.
