Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Conferred with Susan about what to bring to the Covered Dish Supper. Decided on a corn casserole. After exercise, picked up one of the foil pan I'll fill for it.
Went back to the cemetery early and planted the two mums at Jay's grave. Still couldn't get the full roots of the Mexican heather out either there or at Pat's, but succeeded to cutting it back. I can't understand this, as it's an annual and there's no hint of new growth on it.
Got a call from Judy K. asking if I wanted a ride with them to the Dine Around on Sunday. I thanked her, but told her I'm going to the covered dish at the clubhouse.
Went to Dr. DeMarco's dentist office and found I can't just deal directly with a dental lab to replace my tooth--have to go through a dentist. Made an appointment for 2:00 and was told they'd repair overnight.
Stopped at Aline's to drop off a flyer for next month's opera, for which she was very appreciative. I was interested to hear that Dr. DeMarco is some kind of relative of hers and she had actually been in Manhattan (anything north of Newark is Manhattan to me) on Sunday for a party for his father.
Went home to shower, then picked up Leslie and her sister and cousin. We went to Dynasty Diner and had a nice dinner and good conversation. Les and her sister, who's eight years older, couldn't be more different, but I enjoyed the evening.
WIDER: No need to list an article or other reference about Robert Bales, the poor guy who killed a few of the enemy terrorists (those two-year-olds are dangerous); the news is everywhere. Naturally, our government got quickly on the case and, with their whores, the press, have been frantically spinning--so fast they might just sail out of sight--to the effect that he had a head injury, money troubles, acne, fallen arches, and was potty-trained too early. Most definitely, his actions do NOT, as everybody knows, reflect the values and morals and shining history of the U.S. military and all our leaders are SHOCKED and APPALLED and SADDENED and all that other crap that he didn't have the courtesy to WAIT until our drones and bombs and foreign policies had a chance to kill the babies properly.

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