Years ago when I lived on McKnight Road on the Eastern border of St. Paul, there was a strip mall across the Freeway called Sunset or Sunrise or Sun-something. Once when attempting to pull into a parking space an old lady...I mean 80's at least...cut me off and when I tooted at her she flipped me the bird. When I told my older brother about that, we got a good laugh trying to imagine OUR grandmother (who emigrated from Sweden in 1892)giving someone the finger. This comes to mind because over the week-end, as I was pulling into a parking space at Cub Foods, I was purposefully cut off by some 20-something. My reflexes are very slow when it comes to beeping the car-horn, but I fumbled about and gave a rather anemic toot. Sometimes I am a very accomplished lip-reader and it wasn't difficult to figure out she said, "Shut the fuck up"...and in some sort of uncharacteristic lapse I flipped her off. I can just imagine her telling her friends that some grandfatherly guy gave her the finger at Cub.

This reminds me of when I would ride the city bus and laugh at the weird looking people as they climbed on. I, then, was doubly chagrined when I noticed kids laughing among themselves when I got on a bus.

btw...today the temp was well into the 70's and tonight I plan to sleep with an open window. What a wonderful world we live in.

It's been a good couple of days and tomorrow I think I shall veg....I'm getting very good at doing that.

Rob

Finally, April Blog content! I told you....and you doubted me...that I would post at least two chapters before April 15th. I did! If you meander over to My Story, you'll see Chapter 18 and Chapter 19. They are both around 9-10 pages long so there is lot of reading to do. Perhaps, since the period I'm writing about is an out-of-radio time, it may be a little too personal for those who just want the broadcasting skinny. Sorry. This is really the only time I'll ever be able to put this crap down on paper (electronically or whatever) and long after I'm gone will remain as a little reminder to my family and anyone else who cares.

I have to catch up on some replies to emails outstanding. All at the top of my list of things to do. This week I also need to buy some Comet Cleanser. I have become absolutely obsessed with having a clean bathroom. There is a TV show on BBC-America where these two women clean homes in Great Britain that are beyond just messy. These are the most filthy places I have ever seen. It is almost impossible to imagine a human being living in these conditions. I mentioned to my brother, that if the truth were known, there are people within a mile of where I sit right now with houses as dirty as any they show from England.

If you haven't seen this show, you have no idea how dirty these places are. Maggots, mouse droppings, dust, dirty, rotten food, insects, mold, and mounds of junk are the norm. The bathrooms...almost make me gag just to think of them. I understand that men sometimes have 'aiming' problems but those are weiner aiming problems. Some of these people have aiming problems from the other side. Women as well as men. One of these women refers to the 'ur-eine' stains and 'bottom throttle' remains. If the bathrooms are beyond belief, the bedrooms are.....well, I can't think of a word. How can one comfortable crawl into a bed that hasn't had a sheet change in a couple of years!!! Seriously!

Since watching this show, I swear, bathroom or not, you could eat off any surface in my bathroom without the merest qualm. Well, maybe not...but....I have been lately cleaning my bathroom daily! I even have a dedicated toothbrush for cracks and crevices. I bought mounds of silicone calking and have elminated many of those cracks and crevices, but the ones that remain are clean daily. Any splatter lasts hardly 24 hours. Not that one should associate me with splatter of any kind.

I have always considered myself an adequate housekeeper, but NOW....I was a philistine when it came to bathroom cleanliness. Not anymore. I daily go into the bathroom to shower, scrub, spray, roll-on, fluff, powder, and douche. I also clean up myself while I'm in there.

I hope you enjoy the latest offerings and I look forward to hearing from you. Take care.

"...I am the demon cleaner who saves the day...."

Rob