This is Beautiful

Another Reason to Hate the Heat

I learned something new today. I learned that a car window can break just because it's hot outside. Guess how I learned that. Yep, because it was my window that broke. I was at work when someone came in and told me that my window was broken. When I got outside to look at it I saw that some of the glass was inside the car and some was outside. Nothing inside had been touched. (There was nothing of any value in there, anyway!) I was very calm about it. I guess a lot of people thought that was strange, to be that calm. All I can say is, they should take the drugs that I'm taking!

Doing a Google search didn't give me a definitive answer, but it revealed that others had had their windows break under similar circumstances. (Look here and here if you're interested.)

I know that car windows can break because of very cold temperatures. That happened to my ex-husband when he was smoking in my car after he'd "quit" smoking. Oh yeah, he did quit. He just neglected to tell me he'd started up again. I forgive him.

Going to bed now because I have to get up bright and early so I can get my window replaced. I'll be late for work. Oh well. I'm not real crazy about the job, anyway! I just hope it doesn't rain.

Of Mice and Balls

I've just about had it with my "Mighty Mouse," the new mouse designed by Apple. Conceptually it's a fantastic idea. Realistically it's a stress producer.

The Mighty Mouse has a tiny, tiny track ball on the top. It's wonderful - when it's working. I can scroll up and down. I can scroll left and right. I can scroll in circles! It's amazing. But, after using it for awhile, dirt gets into the mechanism and the Mighty Mouse quits scrolling. On many occasions I've used some pretty bad words to express the frustration I've felt trying to get my Mighty Mouse to man-up. I've tried many suggestions to clean my Mighty Mouse. They all worked, for about 42 minutes. Then the thing would jam up again. Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Today I took matters into my own hands. Following some excellent directions found on YouTube, I disassembled and cleaned my Mighty Mouse. You'd be amazed at how much gunk can get into that tiny little opening around that tiny little ball. Great technology rendered useless by a tiny bit of dirt.

But now my Mighty Mouse is scrolling again. Scrolling along like there's no tomorrow. It may not last long, but now I know I can easily fix it. Still, I think I'll send a seething e-mail to the folks at Apple.

Michael on Ebay

I found an old Michael Jackson record in my dusty collection. It's the Off The Wall LP. I thought I might sell it on ebay. It seems that 2038 people had the exact same idea. I'll be keeping my copy.

Bees

I like bees. I even feed them from time to time (sugar water, like I give the hummingbirds). But they're dying. (Not the ones I feed, but in general.) If you haven't heard about that, check out this article.

Recently I had the task of emptying the trash in the large trash cans in front of our local Walgreens. (I used to work there.) On one particular day there were a lot of bees flying around the cans. More than usual. As I emptied the trash I noticed what the bees were going after - soda pop cans and cups that had been discarded in the trash. Some of the bees even somehow managed to get into a styrofoam cup that still had its lid and a straw.

I "freed" all the trapped bees before I tied up the full trash bag.

Then I started to wonder. High-fructose corn syrup. Those sodas were loaded with it. We're pretty sure that crap is bad for us humans. I wonder what sort of effect it has on the bees.

Now, don't get me wrong. As much as I hate high-fructose corn syrup, I am not saying that it is responsible for killing the bees. What I am saying is that it sure isn't keeping them healthy. And what is it doing to the honey that the bees produce?

This is one more reason why we need to eliminate the use of high-fructose corn syrup.

These bees are trying to steal the "nectar"
from the hummingbird feeder.

Another Dream Thing

Many of my dreams involve me looking for my car because I can't remember where I parked it. When I finally do find it, it's this weird little thing that's more like a cart than a car. It drives very strangely and always low to the ground, and it's often a question whether it will get me home or not.

This must have some strong, strange symbolism.

Ahhh, They Got Me!!!

I just downloaded "Thriller" (25th anniversary edition) from Amazon.com!

(Ma-ma-se, ma-ma-sa, ma-ma-ku-sa.)