Got a haircut today. I just needed to get out of the office for a little while and clear my head. Most days I go out for lunch, but today lunch was not long enough to refortify. I called the receptionist and told her that “I was going to be out for another hour and to forward any calls to my cell phone. It rang a couple of times, but I let it go to voice mail. I just needed that hour undisturbed and doing something for myself for a change. And I look better for it.
The days of having a daily newspaper delivered to your door are numbered. I remember as a kid we had three newspapers delivered to our house every day. In the morning we had the Washington Post and the Wall Street Journal delivered to a metal box on top of a metal fence post at the end of the driveway. Every morning my dad would call to our dog, Lucky, and walk down to the paper box and get the newspaper. He read them both over his morning cup of coffee and then the breakfast that my mom cooked for him.
In the afternoons we would get the Evening Star delivered to the house. The Star brought us up to date on all the news that had happened that day, missed by the early edition of the Washington Post, which had to go to press at midnight. The Star also carried a lot more of the local news. The Lions Club meetings, the high school football games and high school events, and speeches by the Mayor or other dignitaries.
I do miss those days. The cable news and the internet give us the daily and breaking news, but it just is not the same as reading the newspaper in the easy chair with a hot cup of coffee and Lucky sitting beside you.
My dogs like the toys that have squeakers in them. I can bring home any toy with a squeaker and they are on it! If I bring home anything else, like a rope toy or a hard plastic ball, they could care less. The problem with a lot of the toys that have a squeaker is that they are surrounded by stuffing and sewn inside the toy. When the toys finally tear or chew through the outer skin of the toy to get at the squeaker, they also end up with clumps and pieces of the stuffing all over the place. I also have a bad feeling that they may be eating some of the stuffing, which cannot be good for them.
I t was gratifying to discover a new line of dog toys at the pet shop today. They have the same fur-like skin and a squeaker, but no stuffing. They are priced the same, which I found remarkable. They have less but charge the same? OK – I guess I can deal with that as the price I have to pay for not picking up clumps of stuffing.