Just a token post

I've been in a slump lately and while I think of things to post about, I just can't gather my thoughts sufficiently to actually do it. I guess you could say I'm just plain lazy--and you would be right!

In today's paper, the daily Isaac Asimov's Super Quiz subject was British to American--provide the American term for the British term (e.g. Afters. Answer: Dessert)

Freshman level
1) Chemist
2) Rubber
3) Jumper

Graduate level
4) Hole-in-the-wall (cashpoint)
5) Crisps
6) Kitchen roll

Ph.D. level
7) Bog
8) Lay-by
9) Off-license

I knew numbers 1 through 6 but didn't know what the rest of them were. Bog only brings to mind a swamp,
lay-by brings to mind the store "lay-away plan" where you have them hold the purchases until Christmas when you have saved up the money to pay for them. Off-license kinda seemed like it might be liquor related.

So, here are the answers:
1) Pharmacist, 2) Eraser, 3) Sweater, 4) ATM, 5) Potato Chips, 6) Paper towels, 7) Bathroom or toilet, 8) Rest area, 9) Liquor store.

The dog heroes of 9/11

This was sent to me in an email and I was so touched by all the sweet faces that I had to share it with you.

Nearly 100 rescue dogs worked at the World Trade Center eleven years ago. Only a handful of the hardworking dogs are still left.

Moxie came from Winthrop Mass with her trainer on 9/11 and worked for 8 days.

 Tara also came from Massachusetts and worked for 8 days with her handler.

Kaiser came from Indiana and searched tirelessly for those trapped in the rubble.

 Bretagne and his owner Denise Corliss came from Texas and stayed for ten days.

Guinness came from California with his owner Sheila McKee and worked 11 days.

Merlyn and his handler worked on the rubble pile for five nights.

Abigail worked with her handler for 10 days after the collapse.

Hoke and her handler came from Denver Colorado and worked for 5 days.

These pictures and many others were made for a book commemorating 9/11 and the rescue dogs and handlers who worked so hard in the aftermath. The book is called Retrieved by Charlotte Dumas.

Indulge me

I hate to be one of those insufferable grandmas that are always flaunting pictures of the grandkids, but today is Back-to-School and they're just as cute as can be.

Here are my three great-granddaughters leaving for school this morning. It's supposed to get over 90 F again today so they get to wear shorts.

My youngest grandchild, Allen is starting his last year of high school today as well. I suppose I should say something profound here but I'll just quote Matthew Broderick in Ferris Bueller's Day Off,

"Life moves pretty fast; if you don't stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it."

How Come #4

There are two anonymous comments that showed up after my most recent post. They are pointless junk and have no reason to be there.

This raises the question of why!

It is incomprehensible to me why anyone would spend time writing a bunch of gobbledygook and sending it to total strangers for absolutely no reason! What's the payoff? What is the fun in that?

I suppose I'm making the mistake of trying to approach this in a rational manner. I am making the false assumption that those jerks are rational human beings.

More likely, they're simply acting out their anti-social tendencies in a milder manner than those who shoot down strangers in public places.

All things considered, I guess anonymous spamming isn't that awful after all!