There has been a lot of talk in my house recently about sleep habits. Most people I talk to complain about not getting enough sleep.
Here is the debate though. Television or no television?
It’s the news story that is being covered all over the news, on the web, television, and in print. It seems that winter has not yet arrived in the northeast. States all over the northeast are setting records for high temperatures, with the weather in mid-December feeling more like September. Buffalo, New York, where my daughter goes to school, is still waiting to see its first snow of the season. This is the latest Buffalo has gone without seeing any snow since 1899.
I have never seen this before. Toilet seat handles.
Now why didn't I think of that.
Yesterday was a day not like any other. It was my birthday (57 years thank you:) but it wasn't just another birthday. Sure the milestones like 30, 40, and 50 are memorable (especially my 50th because it was a surprise party) but birthdays seem to roll by.
When we were young we worshipped the sun and could never get enough "Rays". "Catching Rays" with a reflector while coated with iodine laced baby oil was de rigueur. The above picture is representative of my "Chocolate Man" period. However, as the years passed (and the ozone layer burned away) baby oil morphed into sun screen as the sun began to sizzle my skin and now I am beginning to have empathy for and commiserate with the people. of the night No wonder my Halloween costume has become Count Dracula.
A lesson in how it works. Last Sunday there was a Fredslist posting from Warren looking for a nurse in Delray Florida for his mother. I saw the posting and got an email from Debbie highlighting it and asking me to forward it to the Advocates. I did and also emailed Warren with my suggestions for how best to proceed.
This past weekend, we visited Hyde Park. It was a beautiful day to tour the home that spanned the entirety of FDR’s entire life –from his birth through his death. Inside the main house, we saw the room in which he was born and just to the side of the house, both FDR and Eleanor are buried in his mother’s rose garden.