A perfumed city

Spring is setting in my lovely town. A heavy flower powered perfume fills the air. Sun rains down and the peoples are a-buzz like there is some sort of carnival in town.

The reality is that I am allergic to most everything I encounter. I sneeze until I bleed and then sneeze some more. The sound of sirens of all type are everywhere. And let me tell you about the buzzing people: They are insane!

Today we all went to the playground. My son is five years old so playgrounds are great for him. When I was five I would have given up a lung to get to leave the dregs of the side of highway suburbs to go to a playground. Of course I outgrew playgrounds around age ten. Apparently the thought that swings and tiny slides are for small children is just another of my old fashioned notions.

The park today was filled with teens and near teens. In fact, there was a "Happy twenty first birthday" sign posted for all to see. I don't think the sign was a joke. Some kids I could have mistaken for the starting defensive line of the school football team were playing "you're it" in the "Tyke's Area" of the playground.

I was amazed to see a 13 year old girl on top of a 15 year old boy in the slide outlet area. They had apparently made the 3 story tall slide trip down together headfirst embraced as they were. I won't say that I am shocked but it was not what you normally see at a playground. At least they had their clothes on.

Well I have jury duty in the morning. I am sure something interesting will come of that.

Eye See You

Hospitals suck. I am sitting in the ICU waiting room in a big ugly hospital. I hate hospitals but this one has several qualities that make it tolerable. I am sitting in a huge leather comfy chair. It is nice enough. I am drinking free coffee. This is a positive considering how much I love coffee. I am also blogging using the free guest Wi-Fi internet. All of these are positive things.

The negatives are easy to discern. I am here for a reason. The reason is that my Dad had a heart attack, balloon angio-something or another, and the subsequent few days in ICU. This stinks.

Dad is going to be okay but it is still not fun for anyone involved. This place is crazy. A line forms at the door for visitation time. We all line up and wash our hands in turn like we are in elementary school. We put on our name tags and file into the ICU secret special area. There are no chairs in ICU apparently. Your entire visit is conducted standing. Very strange.

I have no larger than life lessons drawn from this experience so far. I also don't have any advice for those going through what we just went through. I have no profound statement to make. This is all I can say about things.

Jimmy and the Broom

I met a guy today. His name is Jimmy. He lives in the woods. At least that is what he said. I don't see any reason why Jimmy would lie to me. He just met me today when he asked me for $6.85 so he could buy some smokes and a beer. I paid him to sweep the sidewalk. I don't know what to think about this.

Alphabetically Speaking

I used to deride products with nonsense letter-number combos like the V2100 or the GX260. I now take all of that back. The names of cell phones like Chocolate, Pearl, and Blackberry drive me crazy.

The names are not descriptive and they are not usually something you want to talk about with other adults. I can not imagine being a sales person and having to ask a grown man if he would like a Cryzr, or Roker.

My phone is a Cingular 3100. That is a solid name and one that I am not embarrassed to say.