We got our flu shots yesterday.
I guess that’s a good thing, but this morning my arm feels like I was in a Frogging contest, trading pokes with the biggest kid in gym class.
The Houston Texans embarrassed themselves on Monday Night Football, losing to the Pittsburg Steelers 30-23.
Pittsburgh needed just over a minute at the end of the second quarter to turn a 10-point deficit into an 11-point lead as the Texans self-destructed.
Actually, the Texans played pretty well except for the last two minutes of the first half, but that’s like saying “He’s always been a good pilot except for that one time he flew into a cliff.”
The H-B in today’s title used to stand for Humming Bird, but for one of our feeders it now stands for Honey Bee.
We have had bees show up in the past, but they lost interest if we diluted the sugar water solution. Instead of a one to four mixture of sugar to water, we would change to a one to six mixture and the bees would go away.
That didn’t work this time. The bees are only visiting one of our three feeders, and only when it is in full sunlight, but they are drinking it dry. The birds still use it, but they will hover over a spot until the bees move out of the way, then drink without landing.
You might not think that a bee would drink much, but today this feeder is empty while the other two are half full.
I am not a particularly vain person.
Seriously - I’ve given it some thought, and can honestly say that I am not. It is true that on the few rare occasions when I’ve received compliments on my looks I did get warm and fuzzy feelings, but most of the time, I give little or no thought to my appearance at all.
Since I retired, I only shave when Honey tells me to, and I’ve been known to leave the house with my hair uncombed and wearing old and grungy clothes. Of course, that’s usually for a trip to Wal-Mart where I know I’ll fit right in.
This happy-go-lucky attitude about my looks has recently been shattered by a symptom of old age - a single hair!
It is brilliant white. It’s long and wiry, and it shoots out of the middle of my right eyebrow. When it first appeared, I hunted down the tweezers and pulled it out, but a few days later it - or one just like it - was right back, standing out like a neon sign in the middle of the Sahara.
I know I shouldn’t let it bother me, but it does. Every time I look in the mirror, it ticks me off.
The light fixture in our kitchen ceiling is similar to the one above. It is basically a wooden box that contains four 48-inch fluorescent tubes. Depending on how long it’s been since it has been cleaned, it also contains dust, a collection of spider webs and the remains of a variety of dead bugs.
Honey had been saying for quite some time that the light was getting too dim, and I assumed (incorrectly) that it just needed cleaning again. I had always thought that fluorescent tubes either worked or they didn’t. I didn’t realize that they could get dimmer with age.
Yesterday, I cleaned the fixture and replaced all four old tubes with new ones, and the difference was amazing . The ambience in the kitchen went from neighborhood tavern to operating room!
An internet check after the fact revealed that fluorescent tubes actually do deteriorate over time and can often be rejuvenated by just removing the tube, swapping it end-for-end and reinstalling.
Our Houston Texans Hero, J. J. Watt has scored three touchdowns so far this year – one fumble recovery, one pass interception and one on offense when he lined up as a tight end on a play near the goal line.
Here is one way Watt hasn’t scored yet, and probably won’t.
Watch kicker William Will of the University of Dayton Flyers-