DR John G., do you ever line dance? Or do you stick to the more formal styles?
I ate out last night for the first time in eons. Chicken parmesan with spaghetti. It was probably enough for 3 meals, but I ate the entire thing. And wasn't sorry about it.
DR Elmore, I will do a search for Brad Johnson on Ancestry.com. You never know what will turn up in public records as far as more location information or whatnot. And in the unfortunate possibility that he has died, that should turn up -- as long as we can positively identify we have the right person. The challenge will be his common names (could his given name be Bradford, by any chance?) and the scant bit of "lived at" location we have for only a couple of years. So no promises. But I'll give it a try.
I had BK active brain syndrome last night, and it took forever to get to sleep. There's a show handled by Music Theatre International that needs a clean up and restoration I'd like to do since I need soem work ad income. I broached the subject to the composer's heirs last weekend, and now I wait.
Poor Roger!
The only update I received pn Herman is that he’s been released from the hospital. My sister was going to sleep in today and I can’t blame her for that. I’m going to operate on the “no news is good news” approach.
We have received a full price offer + on the house. We will be confabbing with our agent this morning because of a contingency in the offer.....I don't think it's a deal breaker.
Maybe that woman in your dream is from this kid's family tree:
Quote from: singdaw on April 08, 2022, 06:47:36 AMI had the weirdest dream last night. A woman was supervising our team. The task was to create a presentation about musical theater, with children as the target audience. But she wanted us only to show slides of album covers, and not say anything. I was arguing, "What's the point?" And then I woke up.Well done, DR singdaw. That dream exactly illustrates my point about those people on FB who do nothing but post album covers, seemingly randomly, multiple times a day, without so much as a comment or anything to start an actual conversation. They rarely even participate on the rare occasions that any meaningful conversation does develop.
I had the weirdest dream last night. A woman was supervising our team. The task was to create a presentation about musical theater, with children as the target audience. But she wanted us only to show slides of album covers, and not say anything. I was arguing, "What's the point?" And then I woke up.
I saw a couple of links to Evening Primrose on YouTube. But colorized. Intriguing, but kind of bizarre.
FURNACE FIXED! The guy turned it on, and five seconds later, listening to the noise it was making, he diagnosed the problem as a broken plastic something or other they put in these motors instead of a metal something or other that would last forever. He went to his truck, got a new one, put it in, and was out of here in what has to have been the shortest service call in the history of mankind. I'm talking five minutes, tops. And it'll probably be no charge since what looked like a five-cent part is most likely covered in the service contract.
It turns out Roger is our realtor.....the deal is off......oh well.....on we go.
