I Got Nothin'

 I sit down to blog.  I've had lots of ideas lately.  Good ones. I try to log into my Finely Chopped blog.  I reload the password (look up to wine box art for clue), confirm and reconfirm it's me.  First through an email, then a text, and lastly a cheek swab.  So here I am, an observer, a visually detailed thinker.  Life is but a stage... Many fun experiences and ho- hum ones too.  I'm not leaving those out.  Well, my mind is blank about the blog subject.  I got nothin'!!

I could go on about recent months.  I could ramble about how  "unprecedented" is the word of the year, ya know...stuff like that. Physical distancing, face coverings and general people avoidance, but I'm not.  I'd rather not talk about how many times I've had groceries delivered, or the first time hubby and I used the atm machine with gloves and a "battle plan" back in March.  The fact that hand sanitizer really messes up my Mojave-esque hands and that my dog reverse sneezes when he gets a whiff of it.  I've always been a handwasher.  I've undone the the three years we spent in Italy of being a "close talker" or a "close- stand in liner."  So, I got nothin'

If having to spend time with one person, every day, all...I'm glad it's who it is.  Thankfully, we're still married.  I could go on about the coin shortage. That is a big mystery.  Where are all the piggy banks?

There are some who are very glad they didn't have to got to Holiday dinners this year. You know who you are.  We did save $748 on haircuts this year so far.  That's not counting hair color.  So really, I got nothin'.  No ideas for a blog entry.  I got nothin'.

Do You Know The Way from San Jose?

SEA to BUR via SJC

Flying home from Seattle.  I had a short layover/ transfer in San Jose.  Sounds like an easy day.
It was an easy day, but with more color, table switching and intercoms.

I land in San Jose...thinking of all the Silicon Valley-ers and the money and idea-ville I am now in.
I notice the difference in airport attire/ or airplane attire.  Less plaid, less long bearded men, more legging's and unpractical shoes (women mostly).  Hee.  For a moment, I do a self check to what I had thrown on that day.  Somewhere in between Carhart and comfort.  I'm wearing open "tennis shoes"/ bear claw style with socks.  I don't really care if people see my socks as I'm NOT walking on an airport floor in my bare feet.  No sir, no ma'am.  No way, Jose'.

I have an hour and some change before the short jaunt to Burbank.  I decide to go a few gates over to plant myself in a more non-crowded, peaceful area.  I get situated and reflect of the wonderful time I had with my niece and the excitement we had over the few days.  I made a few videos to my Georgia Sis and enjoyed the return of her videos as well.  Marcos, we call them.  As I'm filming one...I think I hear my name.  Naw, can't be...why would somebody be calling my name in San Jose'?  Skipped over to next thought and kept on goin'.

Okay, head to gate to board.  Oh wow, nobody's lined up yet...just an agent with his mouth slightly agape.  He looks at me and asks if I'm TK.  Yes, I say.  Uh, oh, did I miss my flight?  We tried paging you, he said.  Me:  Gosh, I'm sorry, I guess I'm your flake of the day.  He books me on next flight.

I can't believe myself.  Well, yes I can

to be continued...

Phone Home

Telephone rings

Me: Buon Giorno
Man:  Hello, may I speak to Tamra?
Me: si e' Tamara
Me: Yes this is Tamarrrah (changed accents now twice now)
Man:  We're conducting a survey on voters, this is Santiago (he used accent on his name only).
Me:  Hi Santiago, I'm not interested, but thank you
Man (Santiago):  Mam, we're really short on opinions
..me soft...fading voice...thank you bye..thank ...you...bye..

My mind:  I'll give you one.  Don't call :)

p.s. you woke up my cats