I always knew that, the better my weekend was, the more the first day of the workweek was going to suck — and the suck would often manifest itself before I even got to my desk.
That’s one thing I learned when my father was in a nursing home. Human nature is not suspended but persists in these establishments. There was an alcohol and a little blue pill black market and a bit of promiscuity.
Penthouse in a nursing home, you’d be surprised. When I worked at an assisted living facility we had a few bachelors who kept ordering Viagra through the mail. The staff had to watch out and intercept any packages that looked suspicious.
At one time I thot I’d be all cool and forward-looking and got a pair of those photo-sensitive glasses — the ones that would turn dark in bright light and clear when it got dim. I tolerated them for about half a year before going back to regular lenses. The problem was that it took a few minutes for the photo-sensitivity to kick in, and the time when you most need dark glasses is as soon as you step out into the bright sunlight, while your pupils are still dilated from the darkness inside.
Contrast can be a harsh modifier. Then again, chiaroscuro makes for beautiful art. I suppose it’s all in the dose and context.
In fact, I’m not in a good position lately to complain about contrast. A week and a half ago, I flew to Boston for a swim event that got scrubbed because of fog. All the contrast of the inside of a ping pong ball; you don’t want to swim through a shipping channel in that, no matter how much you planned and trained and spent for it.
It’s all right. They can’t all be perfect days. Indeed, if they were, how would you know it? Another point for contrast
whahoppened about 5 years ago
Forehead smack! Wasn’t thinking of the magazine!
DonLee2 about 5 years ago
I always knew that, the better my weekend was, the more the first day of the workweek was going to suck — and the suck would often manifest itself before I even got to my desk.
cervelo about 5 years ago
That’s one thing I learned when my father was in a nursing home. Human nature is not suspended but persists in these establishments. There was an alcohol and a little blue pill black market and a bit of promiscuity.
andyboda about 5 years ago
Penthouse in a nursing home, you’d be surprised. When I worked at an assisted living facility we had a few bachelors who kept ordering Viagra through the mail. The staff had to watch out and intercept any packages that looked suspicious.
GeorgeBailey1 about 5 years ago
Isn’t interfering with the USPS mail a federal offense ?
Richard S Russell Premium Member about 5 years ago
At one time I thot I’d be all cool and forward-looking and got a pair of those photo-sensitive glasses — the ones that would turn dark in bright light and clear when it got dim. I tolerated them for about half a year before going back to regular lenses. The problem was that it took a few minutes for the photo-sensitivity to kick in, and the time when you most need dark glasses is as soon as you step out into the bright sunlight, while your pupils are still dilated from the darkness inside.
rokkinrobin531 about 5 years ago
Penthouse in a nursing home…sounds like a great plan for my approaching retirement!
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] about 5 years ago
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Contrast can be a harsh modifier. Then again, chiaroscuro makes for beautiful art. I suppose it’s all in the dose and context.
In fact, I’m not in a good position lately to complain about contrast. A week and a half ago, I flew to Boston for a swim event that got scrubbed because of fog. All the contrast of the inside of a ping pong ball; you don’t want to swim through a shipping channel in that, no matter how much you planned and trained and spent for it.
It’s all right. They can’t all be perfect days. Indeed, if they were, how would you know it? Another point for contrast
asrialfeeple about 5 years ago
How about sneaky ninja thunderstorms.