Crap it’s Labor Day. I saw school supplies on sale already at the local pharmacia and they reminded me of the smell of library paste and number 2 pencils and writing the  “what I did this summer” essay on the first day of school. Which made me wonder what I didn’t have time for this summer like a Yankee game, a canoe trip, an Allman Brothers show, skinny-dipping, the meteor showers, Cape Cod or a day at Saratoga. Tonight I will rustle around the back of the ‘fridge for a cold OV and sit outside until the sun goes down and hope that the levees hold in New Orleans….

I made the mistake of ordering a pair of DRYER BALLS. It was my feeble attempt to “go green” and cut my dryer time in half. Now I get a Walter Drake gadget catalog every week. But there are some incredibly silly gadgets in the catalog that gave me a laugh….like DUST MOP SLIPPERS and JUMBO LAWN HANDS. I like the POWERFUL PERSONAL MEGAPHONE…it promises to save your voice at sporting events! And who could live without ERASE-A-HOLE. But the most bizarre item by far is the St Joseph Statue that you bury upside down facing your home to make it sell faster!!  And all I bought is a pair of dryer balls….

Somewhere between the Ben & Jerry’s and the Mojito mixers, I ran into a bin of $9.99 Three Stooges DVDs!  In color! Who buys these?

If you think the concerts at Fillmore East were legendary, you will love this website. An audio candystore built from the archives of Bill Graham. Allmans, Cream…unbelievable stuff.

Mimi

I’ve done the google to no avail so I thought I’d toss this out. I would like the tub/shower unit in our house reglazed to change the color. Not one of those tub surround thingies!! Does anyone do this in our area?  I know, I watch a lot of HGTV.

Mimi

I’m having a hard time concentrating today.

I learned that many people think they have Jimmy legs after watching pharmaceutical ads. Which made me think of Jim Lonborg a pitcher for the Red Sox who had a stellar “Impossible Dream” season in 1967 when the Sox won the American League pennant but was never the same after wrecking his “Jimmy” leg skiing. Which made me think of my 1967 best friend Paula Jo who also broke her leg the same year and we thought it was wicked cool because the Sox were wicked cool(then) and she had a brother named Jimmy who coveted my Joe Foy bat. And suddenly I am thinking of where I grew up and how I should go to classmates.com or facebook and see if I can locate Paula Jo and her brother Jimmy.

If I am going to pay $3 85 for a gallon of gas and I use a credit card, the least you can do is fire up the pump to turbo speed. Nothing worse than spending 55 bucks to fill up the CAR and having it pump about a gallon a minute. I’m not in the mood to linger….