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I'm sorry, folks, after 28 hours on the road for a quick 'Stella visit', I've got too many blog topics forcing their way to the head of the line.  Hey!  Hey!  Stop shoving!  This isn't Black Friday, control yourselves!!!  To paraphrase the old TV commercial: Organizing and remembering ideas is like herding cats.  It just doesn't turn out well.  An important idea will pop into my head and I'll try to capture it with a mnemonic device of some kind.  And I'll sit there in my car, passing the miles desperately trying to remember that Pumpkins=Squash=Racquetsports=Don't forget to tell that funny story about racquetball!  And I'll do pretty well to be honest - until the next shiny object appears within my ken.  (Ooooooh.  I've always wanted to use that word in context!  Ever since I was a kid, I thought it was cool that my name was in the dictionary.)

So...  Off my brain goes chasing this new thought, idea, concept, reflection, etc.  Or, perhaps the prevailing thought is, "How can I get a second look at the redhead that just passed me?  Hmmmm...  Did she smile at me?  If I pull up next to her, should I try to get her attention? Should I just look over casually - on the off chance that she might be looking surreptitiously at me?  [Editor's note: Normally, I just stroke my facial hair. I'm not sure why, but I discovered this some time ago.  Now, if I pull alongside a nice looking lady, I drop my head slightly, avert my gaze discretely away from them, and then... run my fingers through my beard.  It's become rather like deja vu.  In that moment you realize, "I've lived this before, and I know exactly what's coming next", and you're absolutely powerless to reprogram the next 60 seconds or so...  That, sadly, is me cruising by a cute chick...  Hey, I never claimed to be a ladies man!]

The upshot is that when I try to access the appropriate RAM, I plug 'pumpkin' into the "Google Search" engine, I get a cross reference of 'pie.'  Crap.  Why was I thinking about pumpkin pie?  Was it that one time we had the "Pie Toss" at John Glenn Middle School and that one student kept missing me, so he ran up and smashed a plate full of whipped cream in my face - darn near breaking my nose (again) in the process!  That must be it.  Tell that story.

In the meantime, dangling off into the deepest darkest recesses of my conscious, a great story drifts off...

Untold.

What a tragedy.


Thanks for giving me the night off.  It was a quick run to SD and back and now my bed beckons.  She is an irresistible siren...

Tomorrow is a true day off for me.  I will be back with you then.

Peace and a can of hair grease (that one's for you, hoser!)

Much love.

Mr. P

CARPE DIEM

PS - Quick note here:  I tried for several miles and exasperating minutes to get Siri to work while I was driving yesterday.  I was going to send a text to my daughter, and write a quick reminder note so I didn't have to remember any silly (or even brilliant) mnemonic device...  Unfortunately, my issues with technology are well documented.  Finally, in the interest of my blood pressure (and a safe arrival in San Diego), I gave it up.

PPS - Tomorrow is a new day :)