Grasshopper No.5 (who controls my blog) has made un-announced changes to my blogging format. That means I have to learn to work with new instructions. Mature people (old people) don’t like that. I will say that the typed print is large (good for old people). Time will tell if the “new look” is positive.
This blog is a day early because of commitments tomorrow.
Happy Birthday to Grandson Dominic. Saturday, the 30th is the magic date. I think this is a celebration of becoming a teenager.
The Green Bay Packers are involved in a league negotiation process with football players. They dropped their “union” brotherhood and theoretically players are all free agents. This is what the indians used to call a tribal dance. Regardless of the labor strife, season ticket holders must pay their their money for seats “up front”. If it turns out that there is no NFL season, the money will be refunded to all customers. This was supposed to be an opportunity for people on the waiting list (there are 62,000 people). Patrons that were mad at the situation would not send in their money to renew, thus making room for those on the waiting list. Guess what? The subscription to season tickets was 99.8%. A total of 70 tickets opened up to people on the ‘list”. So now there are only 61,930 waiting for tickets. Talk about having a good product. Hey, I own one share of the Packers.
I have been battling with our refrigerator. It has not been cooling to ‘low enough’ temperatures. After a repair man, a new control and $300, everything works. Now the problem is that the temperatures are too cold. Grasshopper No.3 told me to “turn the damn temperature gauge down. Yep, that wisdom seems to be working. Why didn’t I think of that?
You can get your football fix by watching 3 days of the NFL football draft starting tonight.
I’ll sleep tonight knowing that Obama was born!
Love,
Dad