morning thought

There is just something brilliant about flies that land on your head. I bet that no violent act(s) against flies have ever been committed by humans while perched on someone's head. Is that brilliant or low standards on my part?

forfeiting heaven

My workday starts promptly at 7ish. My father rolls into the Cafe a little before 9. He helps me out if I'm a little behind, then helps himself to a cup of coffee and the newspaper. The phone rings around 10.

"Is your dad there?"

I look at my father. He shakes his head and waves his hand and returns to the tranquillity of the comics (Tranquillity is not a state my father experiences frequently in the presence of my mother).

"I don't see him mom."

With the exceptions of holidays and days off, I pretty much lie to my mother 340 days a year on behalf of my father. I'm not sure what the magical number is, but I'm pretty sure I'm over the limit of lies allowed to get into Heaven. Let's hope dad takes this into account when making out the will.

checking in

I had a guy tell me once that I am his worst nemesis, and that was before I started dating him. I was definitely not watching the signs on that one! I don't really have much to expand on that.

My friend Maria Moesch (I seem to attract the Marias of the world, so I thought it was worth noting) suggested that I should have a "web presence."

"What the hell am I going to write about?"
"Anything Han, a thought...write about the cafe, about your parents," Maria with the 13 year old daughter (yup, we're still on the same Maria) said.

Anyhow, my mind is blanker than usual today...but I did manage to dig up that tidbit about the whole nemesis thing.