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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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For others, the blues.


When we lived in Greece for four years when I was kid, my dad could only rarely find a piano to play, and never for long, but he wasn't going to buy one and then have to sell it when we went home. I mentioned in the melodica thread that he got one of those. It wasn't enough to scratch the itch, though, so One Fine Day he bought an accordion. He did derive some measure of satisfaction from it, until one time when our boxer dog happened to be indoors when the accordion came out. The dog sat in front of Dad and sang along. Dad got a real charge out of it at first, but it soon became annoying to the point where he'd put the dog outside before getting the accordion out. But then, of course, the dog would start barking to come in when he heard the music. Shutting him up in another room wasn't the answer, either, because he'd bark there, too. He wanted to be sitting at Dad's feet and singing. So the accordion want back in its case, and it in the closet. It rarely came out the rest of our stay. Dad must have been wondering what he had to do to get a keyboard under his fingers for just a little bit of uninterrupted playing.
 
When we lived in Greece for four years when I was kid, my dad could only rarely find a piano to play, and never for long, but he wasn't going to buy one and then have to sell it when we went home. I mentioned in the melodica thread that he got one of those. It wasn't enough to scratch the itch, though, so One Fine Day he bought an accordion. He did derive some measure of satisfaction from it, until one time when our boxer dog happened to be indoors when the accordion came out. The dog sat in front of Dad and sang along. Dad got a real charge out of it at first, but it soon became annoying to the point where he'd put the dog outside before getting the accordion out. But then, of course, the dog would start barking to come in when he heard the music. Shutting him up in another room wasn't the answer, either, because he'd bark there, too. He wanted to be sitting at Dad's feet and singing. So the accordion want back in its case, and it in the closet. It rarely came out the rest of our stay. Dad must have been wondering what he had to do to get a keyboard under his fingers for just a little bit of uninterrupted playing.

and I wondered why I got yelled at as a kid for humming along with the piano tuner :smug:
 
I didn’t know that those two did anything together. It was great!

Is it just me or does Pavarotti’s eyebrows remind you of the episode of Seinfeld where Elaine draws new eyebrows on Uncle Leo?

It was great. Untill he actually stood up, I thought Pavarotti was a mannequin or a stuffed figure made to look like him.
 
This covid thing is getting out of hand again. I really don’t want to go out except for very early in the morning.

Locally there were 1200 new reported cases since yesterday, six deaths in the last 24 hours. The levels are back to what they were in March when they peaked. New restrictions against gatherings are imposed, nothing seems to be enforced.

Last weekend there was a large contingent of cops in the parks, for the most part they stood around talking, rode their bikes in groups, sat on their horses. They seemed to be avoiding interacting with the public. They were probably collecting double time.
 
From someone who once spent a lot of time reading police logs
(it is widely acknowledged - was? I dunno, I don't work there now - the reporter who can work a skirt gets the police beat)
take note of the time of arrest, especially in drug cases. Often the work of the arrest &c takes place at the tail end of an officer's shift. That puts them squarely in overtime. Triple overtime pay for overtime busts on an overtime pay shift of a holiday. Amazing what patterns emerge in ordinary police logs

as if anyone bothers any more

You're right, it wasn't Noah, but Jonah. :thumbsup:

:: laugh ::

I had the sound of the name right

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