Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. Hopefully everyone survived another Black Friday. I, for one, am content to sit at home and wait for all the catalogs to show up. For some reason…this year…my mailbox has been overflowing. I have a small private mailbox, but still…it is just jammed in there. What happened to all this paperless stuff? Some humbug did come in the mail…my bank sent me a notice that they are going to start charging me three dollars every time they send me a savings or checking account statement. Really? Now realize this is the same bank that no longer sends me a coupon booklet to make my monthly house payment…instead they send me a monthly statement in the mail. In an oversized envelope to boot! Go figure.
However, on a lighter note I do have a funny story to relate to the pack. I was at my audiologist for a checkup and she told me this little story: An elderly couple [he was 96 and she was 95 years young] had come into her office that morning to have his left-ear hearing piece replaced. They had searched the house all over and could not find it. Many years ago you had to take your ear pieces out and have them hooked into a computer in order to be adjusted…today they are done via Wi-Fi, they never have to leave your ear for an adjustment. The audiologist logs his profile into the computer and the screen came up showing that it was picking up a signal from both hearing aids. The one in his ear and the one that was missing. So the couple went into a back room and did a complete strip search. They finally found it…in his shorts. No lie! I about fell out of my chair laughing.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“The art of conversation is the art of hearing as well as of being heard.” – William Hazlitt
DID I HEAR YOU CORRECTLY?
One Saturday, as Mom was finishing the dinner dishes, my father stepped up behind her. “Would you like to go out, girl?” he asked. Not even turning around, my mother quickly replied, “Oh, yes, I’d love to!” They had a wonderful evening, and it wasn’t until the end of the evening that Dad finally confessed that his question had actually been directed to the family dog, lying near Mom’s feet on the kitchen floor.
That is all I have for today. I think I have turkey overload. As always be good, do good, play safe, and remember to engage brain before operating mouth.