A Little Late

I never got around to posting yesterday's floggings, so here it is; late....Nothing much out there in the way of earth shattering news. Is it because it’s Sunday morning? A day of rest? The only thing of interest is the fact that the stock market recovered somewhat on Friday. Will it make it back to the good numbers by September?

Funny cat! She raced in to the house this morning; jumping in the door when I opened it. She wandered around for awhile and then, 10 minutes later, she wants out again. Of course. Should I even try to understand cats? I don’t think so.

Maybe I should look at the weather and see what’s in store for us. See how exciting my life is? OK, no big deal; mid-90’s and then up to 100 by midweek. Cooling again by the weekend.

Today, after church, it will be time to setup for the Ice Cream Social at the park in Orland. We have to gather the tables and chairs and then set them up in whatever shade we can find. This is one of the annual events to benefit the Orland Free Library and is sponsored by the Friends of the Library. Besides ice cream and cookies, there’s a lot of music but it’s not the kind I care for… I would rather scrape my fingernails on a blackboard than have to listen to a barbershop quartet. So our plan is to do the chores and then hide out at home till it’s time to go back and work on the removal and storage of all of those chairs and tables.

An oddity; I was looking at various blogs this morning, all linked from the Time Goes By blog. That was when I ran across this blog, Resident Curmudgeon. And that’s where I read this excerpt from one of his postings…

“What is something about you that most people don't know - I sometimes suspect that I am on the high functioning end of the autism spectrum. They call it Asperger's Syndrome. That would explain my difficulty in fitting in; my social and physical ineptitude. I've never been diagnosed and probably won't be because if I'm not, I'll have no excuse for being unable to find a place for myself on this planet. Actually I do have a place with Dorothy, my children and grandchildren, but I'm very uncomfortable venturing beyond my own psychic territory. Now, I'm not saying that I'm mentally or emotionally disturbed, just odd. In fact, some famous people are suspected to be somewhere on the autistic scale, including Bill Gates, Thomas Jefferson, and Edison. All of them were considered a little odd by their peers.”

Weird. That’s exactly what I said about myself a few years ago. And then he writes a review of A Thousand Splendid Suns. As I did a week or so ago.

And he also indicates that he thinks most sports are a waste of time…

“I don't watch sports. When I see men gathered around a TV yelling and jumping up and down over a football game I just don't get it. There's so much in this life to get passionate about, but a game played by grown men? It's beyond me. I sometimes think that I'm missing a small part of my DNA that causes men to spend so much of their intellect and energy following professional and college sports and yet not play them.”

And another curious comment.

Favorite brand of clothing? - Anything that has the brand name on a tag on the inside of the article and NOT on the outside. If some designer wants me to advertise his shirt he'll have to pay me.

It was one of those moments when I realized that I was not completely alone in this world; me with my odd perception of how the world should operate. Don’t like pro sports? What? Are you a communist or something? And why don’t you wear an ‘Old Navy’ shirt? Are you against capitalism? Nope, I'm just different and proud of it!