The Jetsons

For whatever reason, I have the theme song to the Jetsons running through my head today. Was there ever a better written lyric than "His boy, Elroy"?

I'd like my Sitcom life please.....

I haven't posted in a while due to being stuck in a fully identifiable, fully fledged rut. It's been 3 weeks of getting up, going to work, stopping at the gym, coming home and falling into bed exhausted. All this has been given the added spice and fun of home remodeling so between arriving home and falling into bed I get to see what has, what hasn't been, and what seemingly will never be done in getting the new bathroom added as well as converting the basement. All the ennui and plaster dust has made me revert back to a favorite old whine.(and a few slogs of wine as well)





"I want Mary Tyler Moore's sitcom life!"





Miss Moore was the precursor of those sex in the the city gals! She had a date pretty much every week, it may not have worked out but at least she had one (Don't ask when was the last time I did). She had a groovy little apartment. She had a cute wardrobe and never wore the same outfit twice! Whenever she was lonely She had Rhoda ready and waiting right upstairs. (or Phyllis, or Georgette, or Georgeanne in a pinch). She had an interesting and fun job that actually mattered! With a competent boss no less!(again don't ask about my reality)

Man oh man where can I get a piece of that pie!

ye olde work stress.......

Circa 1906. "Cossitt Library, Memphis." This Romanesque red sandstone structure, at Front and Monroe on the banks of the Mississippi, was Memphis's first public library when it opened in 1893. Detroit Publishing.

Oh dear oh dear oh dear...........It's been one of those weeks where every computer I touch basically explodes in my face and none of the new library software is working in any remote way like it's supposed to. What I wouldn't give to be issued a stack of index cards to file in some remote cubby of a building such as this.........