Ron has a cold. The poor guy is miserable. This his morning, he called in sick - to himself, of course - and chose to stay in bed. Abby and I have taken over his office. We're blogging, getting chin scratches and watching our local morning show rather than streaming stock prices and CNBC. Abby sits on the desk blocking about half my view of the screen. I don't mind. He's a sweet boy.
So it seems the local boy will be democratic nominee for president. He's over-the-top popular here, and there are plenty of testimonials from people who say they always knew he was destined for greatness. I wonder if he speaks any pidgin. Anybody born and raised here should. It would be totally cool if, instead of addressing a crowd as "fellow Americans," he would come out with an enthusiastic, "Howzit! How you stay? Da polls goin' be choke fo vote da local boy, yeah?"
I've been called in to work a bunch more hours at the winery this week and next and I'm not all that happy about it. As fun as it is most of the time, after two days in a row I'm pretty sick of giving the shpeel. Or is that schpeal? Schpeil? Ah, found it. It's from Yiddish. Spelled schpeel or schpiel. Oy vey!
Speaking of spelling, did you catch the Scripps' National Spelling Bee this week? Talk about high drama. I think it's more exciting than the Superbowl. Seriously.
It's day two in a row of rain. Of course, that's nothing here. No worries yet. Still, the long grass must wait now to get mowed. With no sun, however, it should grow more slowly.
A hui hou. Aloha
So it seems the local boy will be democratic nominee for president. He's over-the-top popular here, and there are plenty of testimonials from people who say they always knew he was destined for greatness. I wonder if he speaks any pidgin. Anybody born and raised here should. It would be totally cool if, instead of addressing a crowd as "fellow Americans," he would come out with an enthusiastic, "Howzit! How you stay? Da polls goin' be choke fo vote da local boy, yeah?"
I've been called in to work a bunch more hours at the winery this week and next and I'm not all that happy about it. As fun as it is most of the time, after two days in a row I'm pretty sick of giving the shpeel. Or is that schpeal? Schpeil? Ah, found it. It's from Yiddish. Spelled schpeel or schpiel. Oy vey!
Speaking of spelling, did you catch the Scripps' National Spelling Bee this week? Talk about high drama. I think it's more exciting than the Superbowl. Seriously.
It's day two in a row of rain. Of course, that's nothing here. No worries yet. Still, the long grass must wait now to get mowed. With no sun, however, it should grow more slowly.
A hui hou. Aloha
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