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Today is Father's day and Master got a card from His son and an email message from His daughter. Sometimes holidays or special days almost slip past me because they are only celebrated in the U.S. I am aware that the holiday is coming because I see ads for it on the internet, but somehow I don't equate those with the actual date. Weird! Here it is even more weird because Sunday is a normal working day over here. Back home, Sunday is the day of rest. Although now that shopping malls and other businesses are open 7 days a week, maybe more people in the states are forgetting special days.
Funny true story. When my sister was married the first time the first July Fourth she celebrated with her husband was on a Monday, making a three day weekend. The second year they were married, my sister was really angry because the Fourth of July wasn't on a Monday again. We tried to explain to her that because it was the FOURTH of July, it had to be celebrated on whatever day of the week the FOUTH of July fell on. If the FOURTH of July was a Monday holiday it couldn't be called July FOURTH. She didn't buy it. My sister is very intelligent, but sometimes she can be dumber than a box of rocks.
Another funny (i think) true story. My daughter was in the hospital for a long time when she was 14. She was ready to go home, but the resident doc wanted her to stay a bit longer just to make sure everything was ok. Daughter is still the kind of girl who can hardly stay inside her skin if she has a secret. She will never be able to play poker and win. She will give her hand away in a heart beat.
One morning the doc comes into her room. Daughter asks the doc what an EEG is. Doc starts in on a long detailed definition of the term. Daughter said no, all she wanted to know was what the letters meant. Doc says electroencephalogram, it is a test that checks the brain.. Daughter says thanks, and with a shy smile asks Doc what an EKG was. Doc, again, starts in on a long definition of the term and again daughter says, "No what do the letters mean?" Doc says electrocardiogram, a test that checks the heart. Daughter thanks him again. Doc turns to leave and daughter stops him one more time. With the most sincere look she could muster she asks, "What do the letters EGG mean?"
Doc stops in his tracks. Turns and looks at her and asks her why she wants to know. Daughter says she had one that morning. Now the doc is getting upset and a bit angry. He asks her who gave it to her. She says the nurse. He asks where she went for it. She says the nurse brought it in and gave it to her. The doc asks if she knew who ordered it. She says, no, she didn't know.
By this time Doc is really flustered. He asks her to describe how it went. By now Daughter can not keep a straight face. She looks at the doc and says it went fine. She put a little salt on it and put it and some bacon on her top of her toast to make a sandwich. Doc turns red in the face, turns on his heel and storms out of the room. All the other residents and the chief neurosurgeon are rolling in the hallway because Young Doc got one pulled on him. Daughter was a bit upset. She was afraid Doc was angry. About 30 seconds later Doc put his head inside the room, and with a laugh, told daughter she could go home the next day.
Don't know why I thought of that one.
We are having a sand storm. Our apartment is quite sound and tight. But I was talking to one of the other teachers and she was taping her windows. She lives on campus in faculty housing. The apartments are huge, but the rooms are very dark. The only place I was comfortable in was the Master bedroom. Anyway, J was taping the space between the windows because of the sand storm. She said she'd just cleaned yesterday and has tile floors. She didn't want to have to clean them all over again.
Sometimes the storms blow over in one day. Sometimes they last for two or three days. I asked Master if He had ever missed work because of a sand storm. He said twice. Once he had been sent home from work. And once He had been told to get out now or find a place to sleep for the night. The base was being locked down.
It's hard to imagine how harsh the desert is. Master's car has a black painted front bumper. He just got the car re-painted in March. In less than three months the front bumper has been sand blasted white. All the paint has been blasted off by sand blowing across the road. The windshield on the car is all pitted. It is hell to look through at night with the street lights shining. Everything has halos around it. The average life expectancy of a car windshield is about 28 months. After that you can't see out of it for the pits.
Funny true story. When my sister was married the first time the first July Fourth she celebrated with her husband was on a Monday, making a three day weekend. The second year they were married, my sister was really angry because the Fourth of July wasn't on a Monday again. We tried to explain to her that because it was the FOURTH of July, it had to be celebrated on whatever day of the week the FOUTH of July fell on. If the FOURTH of July was a Monday holiday it couldn't be called July FOURTH. She didn't buy it. My sister is very intelligent, but sometimes she can be dumber than a box of rocks.
Another funny (i think) true story. My daughter was in the hospital for a long time when she was 14. She was ready to go home, but the resident doc wanted her to stay a bit longer just to make sure everything was ok. Daughter is still the kind of girl who can hardly stay inside her skin if she has a secret. She will never be able to play poker and win. She will give her hand away in a heart beat.
One morning the doc comes into her room. Daughter asks the doc what an EEG is. Doc starts in on a long detailed definition of the term. Daughter said no, all she wanted to know was what the letters meant. Doc says electroencephalogram, it is a test that checks the brain.. Daughter says thanks, and with a shy smile asks Doc what an EKG was. Doc, again, starts in on a long definition of the term and again daughter says, "No what do the letters mean?" Doc says electrocardiogram, a test that checks the heart. Daughter thanks him again. Doc turns to leave and daughter stops him one more time. With the most sincere look she could muster she asks, "What do the letters EGG mean?"
Doc stops in his tracks. Turns and looks at her and asks her why she wants to know. Daughter says she had one that morning. Now the doc is getting upset and a bit angry. He asks her who gave it to her. She says the nurse. He asks where she went for it. She says the nurse brought it in and gave it to her. The doc asks if she knew who ordered it. She says, no, she didn't know.
By this time Doc is really flustered. He asks her to describe how it went. By now Daughter can not keep a straight face. She looks at the doc and says it went fine. She put a little salt on it and put it and some bacon on her top of her toast to make a sandwich. Doc turns red in the face, turns on his heel and storms out of the room. All the other residents and the chief neurosurgeon are rolling in the hallway because Young Doc got one pulled on him. Daughter was a bit upset. She was afraid Doc was angry. About 30 seconds later Doc put his head inside the room, and with a laugh, told daughter she could go home the next day.
Don't know why I thought of that one.
We are having a sand storm. Our apartment is quite sound and tight. But I was talking to one of the other teachers and she was taping her windows. She lives on campus in faculty housing. The apartments are huge, but the rooms are very dark. The only place I was comfortable in was the Master bedroom. Anyway, J was taping the space between the windows because of the sand storm. She said she'd just cleaned yesterday and has tile floors. She didn't want to have to clean them all over again.
Sometimes the storms blow over in one day. Sometimes they last for two or three days. I asked Master if He had ever missed work because of a sand storm. He said twice. Once he had been sent home from work. And once He had been told to get out now or find a place to sleep for the night. The base was being locked down.
It's hard to imagine how harsh the desert is. Master's car has a black painted front bumper. He just got the car re-painted in March. In less than three months the front bumper has been sand blasted white. All the paint has been blasted off by sand blowing across the road. The windshield on the car is all pitted. It is hell to look through at night with the street lights shining. Everything has halos around it. The average life expectancy of a car windshield is about 28 months. After that you can't see out of it for the pits.
