"Don't take Medication X if you're allergic to Medication X."
That's just about the dumbest line in contemporary advertising. How are you supposed to know if you're allergic to it without taking it??
The runner-up is the last line in the OTC allergy med: "And six is greater than one." Wow! I didn't know that!
Every six months I have to go to the cardiologist and have my pacemaker checked. The tech downloads all the data from it to her computer in about five seconds and then can see every date and time it kicked on since the last check. She can also read the documents explaining my cardiac history since the thing was installed, docs put on their by docs. (hmmm)
She asked me what happened this morning. "Uhm, nothing unusual."
It seems my heard rate dropped below 45 bpm at some point when I was out feeding the goats and the pacemaker kicked in.
At my current rate the battery will last another eight years. Will the rest of me?
Today is "Melanoma Monday," the day marked each year to raise awareness. As one who's had melanoma twice I'm on board. Check those moles, folks. It's a deadly and brutal cancer that is very easily cured if caught early.
One more advantage to living in Oregon: no nasty tan lines.
Tuesday's are probably our busiest day of the week. In the morning Pam has our church's women's Bible study in town and I often go in and work at either McDonald's (cheaper) or Starbucks (better) while she's there. We get home about noon and have to leave for our small group at 5:00 which means critters get fed at 4:00 so I can get showered before leaving. So if I go into town I usually don't get to the gym on Tuesday afternoons. That's why I do a pretty intense workout on Mondays and why I'm wasted on Monday nights.
For guys in their 20's at the gym the most used piece of equipment is the mirrors.
The electrician comes at 8:00 tomorrow morning to figure out why the fan I installed trips the GFI breaker every time I try to turn it on. My fear is that he's going to take a two-second look at my wiring and say, "Well here's the problem. You've got this wire in the wrong place." Then I'll write him a check for $100, thank him for coming, and go out to slam my shin on the Kia's trailer hitch.
I'm about 75% through my fourth Zane Grey book, "Thy Mysterious Rider."
Zane Grey novels are not fine literature. I'm pretty sure they've never appeared on a H.S. reading list and I don't expect to find them in a NYTimes "must read" article. I read the first one because I had a prof in seminary who wrote westerns and was a Zane Grey fan. And I could download them free from iBooks. I obviously liked it enough to get a second one (free) and then a third one. They're about life in the western states in the days of cowboys, cattle drives, and guys good with guns. The plot lines are a bit predictable but his descriptions of the people and places of his stories are, IMO, wonderful. And you'll learn about everyday life in the old west, including some expressions that we've messed up. (It's a card sharp not a card shark, and you "drop a gun" on someone when you draw on them.) Grey won't write swear words; he puts in a "________" when the character says something even a little off-color. And no sex. Kissing is as far as it goes. I like that...a lot.
"The Mysterious Rider" is my favorite of the four. I think it's the most complex in terms of character development and the most emotive. There's usually a handsome cowboy and a woman he loves, and they overcome a series of problems to live happily ever after. But this one has extra layers that make it more engaging.
Which is to say if you want to read a good book - not great literature but a good book in every sense of that word - try Zane Grey. If you decide to, you could do worse than start with "The Mysterious Rider."
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