January 1st, 2011

Dead Dog Cat

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Yesterday, I thought that we'd be hanging around the house, but instead we disappeared out the door before 11, and it was nearly sunset before we got back.

First, I had to shift a couple of 60# bags of chicken scratch into the feed stall, all to the accompaniment of chicken bitching about not having food. I almost poured the contents of the second bag onto two chickens who had flown into the feed container to partake of the first bag's seeds.

Then we went to the Bank of America (I've had a checking account with them since I was 16, but we'd had enough of them, so we've finally changed over to another bank entirely). Our accounts are now closed out. So long, B of A.

Next, we went out to Bass Pro Shop. I needed rubber boots to slog my way into the corral with the mud these rains have produced, and the store carries a variety of useful items of the type. To start with, though, we had lunch at the fish restaurant there, and we were very pleased with the food and service. I'd recommend stopping there to eat, if you drive by on I-15.

From there, we made our way back into Chino Hills to search out certain bags to wash our clothes in. Why? Apparently the new washing machine needs to be protected from certain types of metal items, such as safety pins or snaps. So we went to Bed, Bath and Beyond to find the bags. We also stopped at BevMo, who were having a one day sale (that lasts two days), and purchased some soft drinks.

Once home, we watched some news programs that reviewed 2010, and then I popped open a bottle of champagne. Finally, the New Year started, and once acknowledged, I went to sleep.
Dead Dog Cat

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Oh, yes, and I should take the opportunity to wish all who're reading this a Happy New Year.

Each year, we look on this day as a new start; a chance to step away from our mistakes and our troubles of the previous year, and to take steps (resolutions) to have a better year and a better life. For you all, I hope that 2011 will be a year that you'll recall with pride and satisfaction.

All the best!
Dead Dog Cat

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My last book read in 2010 was another Osprey: Men-At-Arms #459: The Varangian Guard 988 - 1453. There's good artwork and photos and solid prose to go with it. I'd call it useful for those interested in the history of the Near East, or of the Vikings.
Dead Dog Cat

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I totaled up my readings of 2010, and it came to 111 books for the year. Not my best, I'm afraid.

I find the reading helps me relax, stimulates my mind, and spurs my creativity, when I can spend the time to be creative.

How about you?
Dead Dog Cat

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The day's been sort of lazy. I woke fairly early, though not right with my alarms, and went downstairs to turn on KTLA, the local station who plays the Rose Parade all day in the LA area, over and over again. The first iteration is commercial-free, so I DVRed that one. There's a slew of pre-parade warm-up material starting at around 2AM, but I only taped the last show before the parade, and lo and behold!, there was a piece of about four minutes length where they visited the home of the guy behind Fiesta Floats. I have an interest in him because his father used to be my patient, and this artist rides one of his floats every year carrying his blue macaw. It was a good way to remind me about my history in the community, his father, and his history.

The remainder of the day we rested. When forestcats awoke, I replayed the parade, drowsing through it. Much later, we went to Roscoe's for dinner, using a Groupon, and they've not only retained the lousy waitstaff, but they changed the menu, dropping all the things that we liked about the place. That's it, finito. Endsville.

Into the evening, I streamed Expelled with Ben Stein, and rapidly stopped it. Uck. Conservative diatribe, and very one-sided. I followed that with College, Inc., which was very good about showing both sides of the issues. That's the difference between a good and bad documentary. Bravo to the latter!