:: George's Blog ::

:: Saturday, December 06, 2003 ::

I left work yesterday at about 12:30pm because the snow was starting to fly and the Impala has, essentially, bald tires on the rear. Even with 150 lbs. of added weight in the trunk - plus a full tank of gas - I still had trouble getting up the small hill from the northeast parking lot at work. The ride home was worrisome; there was no telling when the rear of the car might step-out on me. Thankfully, I made it home with no mishaps.

The wind is really starting to pick up outside. We are expecting blizzard conditions today and a total snowfall in the range of 10-15". It looks like there is about a half-foot of now out there now.

Courntey is in Florida with Dawn, Rick, and Rick's daughter Tiffany. Dawn humiliated Courtney by announcing that her feet smelled badly and made her get new sneakers while at DisneyWorld. This is just one more in a lifelong history of Dawn making Courntey miserable.

I spoke to Lyndsey the other night; she told me that the poem she read us at our wedding reception was included in a book of poetry. Unfortunately, the book is not commercially available other than via www.poetry.com - sugesting this "acceptance" of her work is nothing but a sales tool. I suggested that Lyndsey submit a remarkably bad poem to see if it gets "accepted".

We had a trial with Oscar on Wednesday morning. Melissa woke up and found Oscar wasn't in bed with us. Then she noticed numerous nickel-sized spots of cat-shit all over the place. She found Oscar out in the living room moaning and trying to crap himself every few steps.

Melissa bundled Oscar into a large towel like a papoose and off we went to the emergency veterinarian clinic in Randolph. It was 4:30 am.

At the veterinary clinic Steve and, ultimately, Dr. Holland treated Oscar to an enema which seemed to prety much do the trick. We got Oscar back home at nearly 6:30 am - and then I went off to work. Oscar spent the better part of the next 2 days either under the bed, or under the covers on the bed.

Well, it is Saturday now and Oscar seems to be pretty much himself. He is a little bit mellower than he was before all of this started, but otherwise seems as healthy and lazy as he was before.
:: George Jones 8:17 AM [+] ::
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Thanksgiving was great this year. It was held at the Baraw's because mom has become a bit too weak and tired for all of that cooking.

I picked up Billy Baraw and his friend Doug at the Port Imperial ferry landing in Weehauken so that I wouldn't have to drive into Manhattan and possibly get stuck in all of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade preparations which, as it turns out, was occurring a few blocks from where Doug and Billy live. Anyway, the trip to Connecticut was a lot of fun - the boys always have interesting adventures to report, none of which should be spoken of here. Nyuck-nyuck.

The food at the Baraw's was unbelievably good. There was a lot of laughter and I think everyone had a great time.

I brought Doug and Bill back to NYC on Sunday, 11/31. The ride back was great, too. I stopped at Anthony's in Rocky Hill so we could load up on grinders and soda for the trip.
:: George Jones 8:24 PM [+] ::
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