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A couple of things to update before we get to this small but significant incident.

The nephew went to court Wednesday for what he thought was his restraining order hearing but received the bonus prize of divorce papers. Currently in denial and receiving little sympathy from me. It's been four months now and whereas I liked Julie I also concluded real fast who ran the show in the family and the past 18 months did not change that fact. I thinks she wanted a HUSBAND and not the child-man she got--plus her marriage prospects are not overly great unless you can convince the next guy Daddy has her in the will big time--but he looked pretty healthy to me at the wedding/reception.

Of more concern to me was that my AAA Preble County tow station owner Fred F. passed away yesterday. He had been in hospice care past couple of weeks. Was slightly surprised more of my partners in dispatch did not visit. Bob is a retired police officer who's braver then me any day of the week but he has a thing about hospitals. Oddly enough my brother Bob--the Adonis of the family and hands down favorite dislikes visiting also. I always find it easy to do--not me hurting on the bed after all and sometimes you can score some mints. Fred's towing service for that county was second to none and he was a linchpin in AAA contractor. We never had to worry about him--except very late at night when he'ld sleep thru a ringing phone. I remember one night he took a couple home with him for the night until his station that could also work on cars could get them on their way. And he did that without my asking him and expected no extra pay for it. A man among men and he will be missed. He sold the business to one of his drivers who is keeping the name but it's not the same (nor should it be).

The rest of this blog is devoted to trivia and whimsey.

I had paid all but one of the November bills on Thursday and given $60 to Ruth to buy a stehoscope. She had mentioned this a month back however her school issued one per student a week back. I still thought she might appreciate the 'special' one bought by me. After websiting a few $60 seemed a slightly above medium price--musten ever imply marriage benefits are granted on the cheap. So she goes and brings home a $20 pair and will use the rest for medical books. The shallow side of me toyed with the idea of getting my change back--similar to giving my son $1,000 to divorce the devil child and him doing whatever else with it instead. Ruth even offered it back but thankfully for me didn't see the avarice appear on my face when I oh so piously turned it down in our by now stale Pharisee manner.

I still wanted to get her something else so I decided Time Warner could wait an extra week and I needed to renew my blood pressure medicine anyway--a win win. I buy her the TV series Christy on DVD - complete one and only season. The fun for me will be seeing how long it takes her to actually watch them which is why I haven't bought Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman Season 2 yet. My guess four months minimum with me cheating her into "Are you ever going to watch these?" You got it I buy for my viewing pleasure in mind as well as hers. Strangely she never wants to watch Le Femme Nikita.

Now our anniversary falls on Thanskgiving this year but there is very good chance she'll have to work so we did the dinner thing (Pizza Hut) and present stuff yesterday and today. She got my Garfield 2008 wall calendar for the year for me. I collect them all the way back to his first one in 1981. I leave them unmarked. Used to have his books but gave those to Sandy awhile back.

Anyhoo Christy is delivered with obvious delight from Ruth. She never keeps up with what's coming out on DVD--tvshowsondvd.com if you are interested--great site. I grab the now empty caduet bottle and off to Krogers pharmacy for a 15 minute wait--Meijers always took too long.

I check out the book area and avoid temptation--only $22 left after medicine and the Bookery beckons. I decided I'ld rather be tempted by munchies which are cheaper and I'm meandering that way when another childhood icon has had its innocence stolen.

At the end of dog food aisle there is a huge stack of 50 pound bags of dog food for $10.99 each.

The actual title of said dog yummies is Disney's Old Yeller Dog Food with Old Yeller smiling out at the audience and the bottom of the bag with that pesky kid Arlis riding him in all his canine glory.

How the mighty have fallen. All that went thru my brain cells was Old Yeller's dead poor thing. Childhood grief from way too many years come rushing back. Is there nothing Disney won't sell to make a buck and does the Fred Gibson estate get a residual??!!

But my stars 50 pounds for $10--Zap and Onyx could feast for at least week or two. Thankfully my selfishness kicks in and the Bookery reaps the advantage. But I do lean on said stack of sell-out material and share the news with the Mrs, and my scheme to sell Disney their next great idea.

Pinnocchio yuletide fire logs for the fireplace.

In his image of course.