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Cowtown 10K

It seems that tomorrow I will be participating in the Cowtown 10k with Joanna, Danny's girlfriend. She and I just met for dinner at the Olive Garden. I had picked up her race packet and we needed to discuss our plans for tomorrow. I am looking at tomorrow as a huge chore. I am not looking forward to it. This is probably the 7th Cowtown that I have participated in. When Meredith and I did it one year, we lined up for the start, the real temperature was 19'F. When I checked the weather for tomorrow, the forecasted high is 60 the low 51. I hate being cold, but I love cold weather. Oh well, I guess I had better get some sleep. I have to leave here at 7:15am.

Winter wonderland

This picture was taken this morning at my house. It is snowing right now!

Letter From Matthew

I received the following letter from my brother, Matthew:

This Morning, while playing the piano (Beatles) I was watching the Mailman
who had just driven up collect the mail for this part of his walking route and
concentrating on Paperback Writer. I was watching and concentrating ... the
Mailman was only collecting. When all of a sudden

BAMB BAMB BAMM ....MATTHEW .....BAMB BAMB BAMM MATTHEW .... I'M STUCK IN THE SHOWER.

Knowing immediately that something was the matter.... Mother was stuck in
the shower ... I went to the said shower and offered, "What's the matter?"
Eventhough, I already knew that she was stuck in it. ...the BAMB BAMB BAMMING
had subsided.

Mother said, "I'm stuck in the shower."
"No Shit," I offered, hopefully?

However, tugging on the stuck showerdoor did not produce release so I
said, "Let me go get my cape and RED S Shirt and I'll fly right back."

No, that's not what I said, at all, but I did think it. What I did say was
..

"Let me go get a Screwdriver and I'll be right back."

Mother replied, "Hand me my towel, first."

I did and left right away to get the Screwdriver, Flatheaded one (for Master
Carpenters eyes only)

Returning, it was discovered that the Showerdoor was still stuck and the
point of stick seemed to be Inner edge, Base with the jamb. Had Mother had a
Screwdriver and eyesight, I bet she could have seen the problem, but I haven't
examined it that closely. Bob when you get this e-mail call over here to
discover if I am locked in my Mom's Shower or not.

However, reaching a conclusion here, the door was sprung and with it out
Mother came and a ½-inch by ¼-inch piece of slotted, black plastic that Mother
opined keeps the water from dripping onto the bathroom floor during episodes of
shower.
"Do we need this," Mother wondered?
"If you don't want water all over the floor, if you are right," I replied,
but all I had was a Screwdriver and can't speak to the topic with great
knowledge.

Peace'n'Love,
Matthew

I just called and spoke with mother. She was saying things like; "I'm just glad that Matthew was home," "All's well that ends well."

Out of Touch

What better way to let you know I will be out of touch than to tell you in my blog? Today, in a couple of hours, I depart for the Irving campus of SBC's Center For Learning. I should return on Friday morning. I may drive home midweek to check my email, but I am not positive about doing that. I usually cannot get to my gallerita email from work computers. I keep getting a report that the site is unavailable. I will have my cell phone with me and anyone can reach me on it.