Just Some Ramblings!

When I decided to write this blog, Bill and I sat down, making a list of so many possible stories.  Some I have laid down "on paper" so to speak, while others still swirl in my mind waiting for the flood gates to open, releasing them for all to enjoy or reminisce about.  While some might be "spot on" others might recall the memorable moment differently.  Bill and I have discussed that point, me winning the conversation, because he won't write the blog.  He'll gladly contribute but nothing beyond that.  Be it known: "The Egg-Nazi, Mr Potato Head, Billie or just plain Big Bill", is actually petrified of the computer.  Imagine of big guy like that, afraid of a little old laptop!  For God sake Bill, it's a friggan machine, just shut it down, close the top, hit the power button or walk away, eventually, it will shut off.  Wimpy Bill's answer to that "Where's the power button?"  Dear God, we live in the twenty first century, and the man doesn't know what the power button looks like?!   Let him sit his ass on the remote for the TV and he sure as shit knows what button to push to reset.  It's all in what your priorities are.

What this little bit of nothing leads up to:  The satellite dish!   My dear husband, as everyone knows, loves sports, any sport.  His beloved Red Sox, Boston Celtics, New York Giants, Golf, if the big names are playing, some hockey games (just to see a fight), and the list grows.  The point being (sorry my dear children, I was beginning to ramble on, again): As I was saying, the point being, with the purchase of Fred's News, Bill's time in front of the TV, watching sports, was almost non-existent.  "We'll buy a satellite dish!"  was his solution.  In 1986, they were rather large monstrosities, complicated to run and just as complicated to hook up.  All this from a man who now remarks..."Where's the power button?"  You see where I am going with this?  Mr. Bill soon realized, he needed assistance installing this piece of equipment.  Enter BOB!  Maybe this was his first crack at doing something like this, I don't know.  What I do know, is the damn thing could of pulled in transmissions from clear across the f#%king galaxy, but let a gentle breezy blow, poof all gone, no picture.  Better yet, let a build up of snow cover the mesh dish, correct... no picture...no nothing!!  Yes, a double negative, but you get the picture.......Fred's News did not!  My recollection of the story may differ slightly from Bill's, but I think he was so desperate to see some sporting event while he worked, he once hoisted Mark onto the flat roof of the porch,(location of the dish), handed him a broom to clean it off, allowing the restaurant to once again have reception. That is sad..so very sad.  Make conversation, listen to the God-damn radio...you do know how to turn THAT on/off! Hopefully?!