It’s gonna be a lovely day!

TUESDAY, MAY 25, 2010


It’s gonna be a lovely day!

So as I became conscious as it was getting light outside I was planning my day but decided to get up instead because planning for some of us means something different. I threw up a thanx to St. Jude Thaddeus knowing that some googling and printing might be required at some point. One of the things I got from Rosie’s estate when we divided things up was the “OH GLORIOUS APOSTLE,” pamphlet. It was kind of like the NFL Draft where each member of a team picked a personal item or piece of furniture and then the next was up to announce his or her selection.

I suggest every family avoid ‘most’ squabbles like we did by, after the funeral sitting on the floor and doing something like this. IIRC the oldest male went first not because he was the oldest male but because he was the oldest. The youngest female went last as usually happens in a large family; the youngest normally goes last.

I have to get the poison out of my body first. But before that, the good news and then the bad news. I went to Google and as is wont with them on the Very First Hit of the properly submitted search we hit the jackpot. "Lovely Day" song lyric (exactly as typed) yielded a multitasking soul raising opportunity if I clicked on the blue arrow in the blue outlined box under: Lovely Day by Bill Withers. AND, the Posting about the HTML stuff is not going to happen today, so do not fear. The wonders of multitasking began to come out of the speakers on the pRotable and it was delightful. Then the NOT so much happened. Multitasking ceases and the song is not like the other one that was in my head for almost a week. The thing stops playing. I knew eventually this was going to happen. I was hoping it would happen at the end of the song instead of in that particular bar where I was singing along. I immediately stop typing because I am almost certain there is nothing wrong with the pRotable yet. Give it a couple of more months because resistance is futile and it will crash just after I have forgotten to back up some really crucial stuff. After all, it is a WinDoze machine and by then it will need a nap and some software tweaking or OS reinstall.

So I go back to the original tab to see what the problem would be hoping that it would not be $139.99 for an immediate fix or $239.99 for either the one or two year support option. This will be fully explained in some future post but not here. I can see after a little investigation that the blue bar has migrated to the end of the road and there is now a black selector box under the blue bar. In the black box is the copy Buy MP3. So as not to spoil my mood I decide not to turn this into a crusade.

I really enjoyed what I heard of Click and Clack the Tappit Brothers yesterday on NPR. I did not have a chance to listen to it on Saturday. Realizing I had forfeited the chance to ask them just what they thought was wrong with my car yesterday and since I missed so much of the show talking to Jim and trying to figure out what was going to happen to the lady that was pulled over in his parking lot with the two FHP cars notifying all that they had got their woman by flashing enough lights to induce seizure. I got the idea to do a Google and see if I could instead of wondering about what warrant might be out for the lady continue to make this a Lovely Day. Thank you Steve Jobs and NPR for the freebie and Ray and Tom for the acronym – AAADD. I will not start typing that because it is more letters than ADD. They both have it, maybe they are running out of time or they are spending too much on FaceBook.

So to keep the ball rolling I turn down the volume. I cannot make the processing of all of those unrelated facts my highest priority. Besides, I can’t call them to find out what really is wrong with my car but this is almost like TiVo® or taping Dancing with the Stars and watching it at my convenience instead of when it is broadcast. This could lead to gray matter meltdown because I likely would think it was Tuesday when I got up the next day to attempt to have a lovely day. The nice thing for someone with AAADD, AOADD or someone younger with only ADD is if they record a show, they can rewind if they are distracted.

I am holding probably one of the best presents I have ever gotten in my entire life. It is the custom designed tumbler now holding my coffee. It also does not get slippery if it gets cold and sweats. Since I am having coffee, the appropriate liquid levels are glazed inside the cup in contrasting colors. I may be like Meg’s boyfriend before Tom Hanks and write an entire article on it.

So, I was reading an article in National Geographic the other nite and the GLORIOUS APOSTLE was featured in an article about violence in Mexico. Convergence since Ray and Tom are going to, I’m not sure what it is but it is a song and it does not appear to be a commercial. No, they are back talking about last week’s puzzler about geography. Although they have not mentioned the GLORIOUS APOSTLE; it is geography. It is not a bogus question and there is an answer.

So I remain curious as to how the veneration of a guy who has been long dead and may or may not have ever really lived or some skeleton with a scythe, neither of which was or is really recognized by Holy Mother Church as a saints, is possibly related to geography. It is not as if I don’t enjoy the articles. But I can remember nothing about killers, prison and veneration of real or imaginable saints as part of the curricula of any of my college courses, let alone geography. We did talk about St. Jude in Theology and English when I was in the Seminary. Never in geography though. And the discussion of Jude Thaddeus was only a recommendation by the Father Professor of English Composition that I should start throwing up a few Novenas to him so that I might end up with a passing grade. Musta worked, although it is like the geography deal and may not be obvious here.


We are coming up on the third half. “Half of baseball is 90% mental.” Yogi was right.


My Grandma (that is what I called her) told me that for the mumps and pain that was excruciating, praying to St. Jude would be hopeless. Grandma never lied to me so I followed her advice and clutched the Rosary and I prayed to the Holy Mother. This does not necessarily mean that Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, and all those Protestants are SOL. Possibly modern medicine can help them… that is unless they live in an undeveloped country still waiting for FedEx to bring the serum from Mr. Bill. BTW, thanx Bill and the other guy with all of that money. Thankfully, Mary, Holy Mother of God, cut me a break. I had overheard what the guy, as he left the house (the same one that delivered Marg on a dark and stormy nite), said: “It will just have to run its course.” Even in the second grade I knew what that meant. Some might be thinking this guy is ancient or lived in Provence where doctors who carried bags came to the house to deliver babies. I think the c in Provence is supposed to have a worm hanging off of it, IIRC. Well, Google does not think so. I do not remember the alt code for it as I remember when I need to do an ® symbol. I think you might possibly be able to put the ® symbol behind any word that WinDoze thinks is misspelled and the red line may disappear. Let me check. Doesn’t work for Marg. I decided that the chances were slim that I might want to be typing Marg when I intended to type one of the other offerings from WinDoze suggested so I told Word to add Marg to my personal dictionary.

I see I have misappropriated another hour and hope it has not taken quite that long for you to get here. The DakotaDawg really is starting to warm up to these English Lessons. Stay tuned.

Gotta start a day. Musta is now added to spellchecker. Today I decided to be a conformist since I am interviewing an editor.

Hopefully, I will not have to throw up a novena to St. Jude Thaddeus or the Holy Mother.