Today is Miss Terry’s birthday. Happy birthday, my darling. I love you more every day, and I cherish every moment we spend together. It just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?
And in honor of Terry’s birthday, yesterday Wayne and Marti Aanerud came by to drop off a freshly baked birthday cake for her! How sweet is that? Thanks Wayne and Marti!
I finished the new issue of the Gypsy Journal yesterday afternoon and uploaded it to our printer’s web server. I thought we had proofed everything and it was okay, but an hour or so later I got a call that there were problems with three different pages. So I had to go back and correct the errors, and upload the whole thing again. But that’s why they proof it again after we send it to them. It’s better to catch a mistake before it hits the press than to realize it afterward.
It always feels good to have a new issue of the paper finished. Of course, I’m on pins and needles until we pick them up and I can see for myself that everything is okay. Another newspaper publisher friend of mine once said it’s like waiting for a new baby to be born every issue. And after 25+ years in the weekly and daily newspaper business, and over 13 years publishing the Gypsy Journal, I still get those new daddy jitters.
About the time I finished uploading the changes, Terry and Dale Pace stopped over to say hello. Apparently they came by the day before, when I was working on the paper, but saw that our curtains were closed, so they didn’t stop. For those of you who are new to the RV lifestyle and the etiquette that goes with it, if someone’s front window and door curtains are closed, it’s usually a signal that they are not receiving guests.
Once I had called to make sure that the corrected files had gone through okay, we made a run to WalMart, stopping along the way to fill the Explorer’s gas tank. $3.45 a gallon, nice! It’s been a long time since we’ve bought gas at that price. I like it!
What is it about people in store parking lots? I’m pretty much a lazy guy, but I just don’t understand the people who will sit and block a lane for five minutes while someone loads their groceries in their trunk, takes their shopping cart to the cart corral, then comes back to their car, gets in, fixes their seatbelt, and finally pulls out, just to snag a parking spot five spaces closer to the store’s front entrance! Meanwhile, half a dozen cars are lined up behind them, stuck because some jerk is too lazy to walk an extra 50 feet.
Today we will drive up to Allegan, Michigan to pick up the new issue of the paper, and then I plan to take my pretty lady out to a nice birthday dinner.
Thought For The Day – Do butterflies remember life as a caterpillar?