My Sunday

 Thought I'd write on my blog to see if I could even type.  It's not a walk in the park right now since I slit my finger with my rotary cutter. I was getting weary of cutting out squares anyhow. Tomorrow I'll start again only I'll be doing smaller squares. The pattern I'm making for this quilt is called Double Four Patch. I cut out a big stack of 5x5s using darker material and I'll cut the smaller squares with various light colors.

I've had my Acorn channel on most of the morning but some of the soap opera programs are becoming a bit much to stomach. Especially one called A Place to call Home. The bad characters in it are so bad they're laughable. Shades of 1950's soap operas. It always amuses me when I come across an old TV show (usually on Prime) that I used to watch as a kid and loved.  I guess I've come a long way as I'm finding most of them just a tad too much to find amusing.  Many of them I watch for the memories and to see the 1950's kitchens and such.  I'll probably always enjoy Leave it to Beaver. At least the ones when he was little. After he got to middle school, he lost his cuteness.  Andy Griffith Show is like that. I can watch Barney all the time but when they got new characters, it just wasn't the same.

I came across Roy Rogers and Dale Evans a while back and I was fascinated at how skinny and small Roy was.  He was 5'10" and Dale was 5'4".  I watched I married Joan the other night as I used to adore her and Jim Backus. But alas, the spark is gone. Goofy.  And I saw a whole lot of Lucille Ball face contortions in her performance. Jim's movie and tv career was long starting back in the 1940's. He'll probably always be remembered as a guy on Gilligan's Island but I remember him as the wimpy dad of James Dean in Rebel without a Cause.

And my latest from the Quora website about Trump:

Do you think Biden is a lot classier than Trump?

 My neighbor has a schnauzer named Scruffy, probably 4 or 5 years old and barks at anything that moves or makes noise.I once saw him bark at a leaf that had fallen from a tree in his back yard. He barked at it for about 20 minutes, got bored, walked away and returned to bark at it for another 20 minutes or so.Each fall, he barks at each and every leaf that falls onto the yard. I have seen the dog bark at falling snow.He routinely sh1ts on his back porch and on the master bed whenever his owner leaves the house. He will greet visitors with a tail wag and turn around and bite them. I saw him pee on a visitor’s foot once.Two different veterinarians have refused to admit Scruffy into their clinics — a third one only if the dog is muzzled.All this is to make my point completely clear.Scruffy displays vastly more class that does Donald Trump — and now to my point.

Scruffy doesn’t know any better. Donald Trump does.

Addendum, Nov 7, 2020: 

As the healing from four years of Trump's treachery begins to spread across the land, sanity, dignity and civility will undoubtedly start to take the place of chaos, division, mindless name-calling and temper tantrums.And as Jan 21, 2021 nears, SDNY and the Manhattan DA will begin to hound the cheat, liar, trickster and life-long scam-artist with criminal indictments for the rest of his miserable life

The civil suits will spill into the courts -- and Trump's creditors are already beating a path to his door.I understand his ass is much more available to kiss as Trump's cult followers scatter like cockroachesSchadenfreude aside, I invite all to help themselves to a heaping bowl of lame duck soup -- but beware of the stench.

Maybe a bit of bleach?

Well, I guess I'll get something constructive done around here -- like a few games of solitaire. Ha Ha

I did manage to sweep and mop the kitchen and bathroom floors this morning and cleaned the drains of the bathroom sink and shower. Tomorrow I'll cut some more material up and write a story. My topic will arrive in email from Story Worth.