Potassium; No Bull; Wish for Crabs; Peabody Book Store; Birthday Cards; Monks

Interesting day.  Warm.. 85 degrees again.  I got two emergency calls from my GP's office. My potassium level is too high.. so I needed to go in and get it tested again to make sure it wasn't a lab error.  I'm sure it's not.  I've been using lots of my imitation salt lately.. Elaine pointed out to me that the main ingredient is potassium.  Also, I've been eating a banana a day.. a source of lots of potassium.  We'll see what the retest will show.

Elaine and I went to our swimming session and exercised hard for over one hour.  I'm beat and Elaine is nodding over her supper. 

More Scanner Fun

Sign for Mr. Trump

The Carroll County Times reported today that Mr. Trump has used some of the money donated to his charities was used by him to pay fines and reward politicians.  There will probably be a lot more on this in the future.

Summer is Ending.. We need some crabs!

Tomorrow.. the first day of Fall...  early in the morning, the temperature will drop to 67!  But.. of course, it will go up to 85 later in the day.  We have not had crabs this summer yet, so maybe we should get some .... real soon. Maybe Friday.  I hope so. 

Of course, we won't be eating the crabs around the Ocean City Boardwalk, although that would be Marylander Heaven.  We'll have to settle for our dining room table.

Speakeasy Time!

When we first came to Baltimore, someone told us about the Peabody Book Store at Mount Vernon Place in the downtown.  I love books, so we went to see what was offered.  The front door was closed, so I knocked, and an eye hole appeared.  Someone was appraising us.  Well, we must have passed inspection, because the front door was opened and we entered an amazing book-lined area.

A gentleman led us to the back, said some mystic words to a wall... which then opened and allowed us to enter a Bier Stube (a German style pub!)  We joined lots of people drinking beer and singing and having a great time.  We were in an authentic speakeasy!

A few years later, my Uncle Allen and his wife visited us in Baltimore and we took them to Peabody's one night.  My uncle loved the place, and the people there loved my uncle.  He told some of his corny jokes and sang "'enery the Eighth, I am, I am!" over and over.  Many of the other guests were employed as I was at the Social Security Administration, and whenever I ran into one of them, they would ask when my Uncle was coming back.  They missed him. (as I always did)

 Birthday Cards and Monks

I love them!  The weirder or funnier the better.  I never throw them away.  Until now... when I can scan them into the electronic world.  Here's one I like.  It's from our friend Rosemarie.. who used to work at the Social Security Administration and who lives here at the Village.

Over the years, I have spent time copying cartoons about monks.. here's one about Brother Juniper... my apologies to Chon Day.

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