November 5, 1992
Dear Everyone:
Everybody say Hi to “Hermione”!
(Hi, “Hermione”!)
“Hermione”, as you can see from the attached
letter, is the lady who has been reading “Byron’s” copy of the weekly
letters for the last few months, or as long as it takes to get addicted.
Ever since “Byron” mentioned that
"Riley’s” girlfriend sure likes those letters", I've been meaning to
write a little note suggesting that she give me her name so that I could
send the letters directly to her, since “Byron” had not seen fit to give
me his new address. (By the way,
does anyone know where
“Byron” is these days? Christmas
is coming and I'd like to think that at least a Christmas Card would
make its way to the right mailbox.)
But before I could get around to it (never a Round
Two-It available when you want one), the Postal Service cut her off
without so much as a "P.S.", thus prompting the aforementioned letter.
Now that I have her address, I've
added it to the mailing list, as requested, although I am keeping "in
touch" with “Byron” as I still contend that 29¢/week is a small price to
pay for family unity.
So, welcome, “Hermione”, to our rather eclectic
little group.
(Gee, “Marshall” must
really be feeling the
pressure now that everyone's
written in except him.)
In other news…
What is it with this family and eyeglasses, anyway?
A few weeks ago, “Frankie” reported in
her weekly Letter that she'd
temporarily misplaced the stem (ear-piece) from her glasses, later
finding it in the driveway. And
it's been barely a year since “Marshall’s” dark glasses (prescription,
of course) snuck out of his shirt pocket at the winery and artfully
arrange themselves under the rear wheel of a parked car.
As for myself, I've had glasses snap in two while (gently!)
cleaning them. I figured,
"plastic fatigue", which is why I now wear "guaranteed for life" metal
frames. Nevertheless, while I was
once arranging a large printed floor plan on the wall, in preparation
for a move, one of the magnets I was using came dislodged and landed
directly in the center of a brand new lens.
Of course, it would've been a lot worse if I
hadn't been wearing the
glasses at the time. (Kids!
Always remember to wear safety
glasses when arranging large floor plans on the walls with magnets.)
But the Grand Prize cannot go anywhere but to
“Alice” who, while peering into an industrial-size vat of cooking
chicken, had her glasses leap off her face, diving straight into the
Henny-Penny® Pressure Cooker, to the chagrin of all because it meant
that they couldn't serve the chicken and had to start all over.
Granted, those pieces of
pressure-cooked chicken are impossible to identify by sight, but someone
would probably have objected to biting into a piece of "Kentucky Fried
Plastic".
On another note…
Last week, in honor of Halloween, I brought my
ancient Tarot Cards (rhymes with "pharaoh") in to the office and we
spent some time doing predictions on ourselves and everyone around us.
We also did a Tarot "spread" on
the outcome of the Phase II Study and whether or not there would still
be a Corporate Records Management after the Study.
The Cards were favorable, so for
the moment, we've elected to be believers.
The Study was concluded last week and the
Recommendations made to upper management this week.
We should know more sometime this
month.
Love, as always,
Pete
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