Today's our last day here in Good Ol' Laugh-Yet. Lots more chores to do in Mom's house. And lots o' chores to do for me, too. Wasn't there a product once called "Chore Boy?" I never did make much of a Choir Boy but I sure do make a heck of a Chore Boy.
It's Monday morning here in McDonald's. How do I know? Well, there's a large clic of Oldsters enjoying their Monday Morning ragchew. There's 8 of them and it's obvious it's a de facto "invitation only" club. They are gumming their Egg McMuffins and sipping their Senior Coffee and laughing loud, racuous laughs about why the chicken crossed the road...or something similar. All eight of them combined would weigh about as much as our Suzuki Samurai. You can do the math on that one. Good thing McDonald's supports their weight management program.
The photo below is my grade school--St. Laurence. Saints were like the Hall of Famers of the Catholic Faith. They all did something so incredible that they were forever enshrined and got school named after them. Most Saints just got killed by the murderous, barbarous heather Romans. None of us kids wanted to be Saints because we figured we would have to die to "git 'er dun." The only other option was causing a miracle to happen but none of us knew how to do that and teh nuns weren't about to teach us how.
Luckily, I had wonderful experiences at school in Georgia and Florida. The Florida school was so cool and the nuns were awesome and supportive and actually encouraged us kids to smile and be cheerful. Imagine that! The playground went down to a swamp and they didn't mind of we caught snakes and played with them, at least as long as they weren't of the poisonious variety. They actually taught us how to tell the difference. Heck, if a Laugh-Yet nun saw a snake, she would have died on the spot. Saint Laurence School was built in the 1890's...93, as I recall. Nothing in it had been modernized when I showed up there in the 50's. They say it's modern now but I have my doubts. Well, enough of nun stories--everybody has nun stories. They are less than a dime a dozen. Nuns.
Ah, shucks, just one more nun story. My 8th grade nun was committed to an insane asylum two months afgter finishing my last school year there. To say she was certifiably nuts was actually a correct statement. Yep, them wuz the daze.
Well, not much else to report this morning. We will be checking back in here this afternoon before we return this computer back to Sam's. I actually would keep the little thing if it was a tad faster. I know it's slow by how long it takes to load one of my digital photos off the camera card. We're talking S-L-O-W! If it processed photos just a wee bit faster, I'd be more inclined to keep it. That's the deal breaker.
Have a great day & Many Cheers! jp