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TIME: 6:13 pm

PLACE: Fairgrounds
SUBJECT: Windshield

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My county just opened up vaccinations for everyone.  

I registered myself and StellaDella. We were able to get an appointment the next day (today).

I chose a 6:05 pm slot. We drove right in, no lines. Very easy.

We did have the mandatory 15 minute wait after the injection to make sure we didn't have any reactions - we didn't.

They wrote the time we could leave with grease pencil on the windshield.

Table Number (055/365)

TIME: 10:35 PM
PLACE: Event Center
SUBJECT: Table marker

This was our table number for a trivia night.

It also happens to be the jersey number for Jackie Robinson.

Jackie Robinson was an answer for one of the trivia questions….

“Name 3 of the 4 Robinsons who are members of the Baseball Hall of Fame.

Jackie, Wilbert, Frank and Brooks.

Now you know.

A 1 And Some 2s And a 3 (104/365)

“Perfect numbers like perfect men are very rare.”
Rene Descartes (French Mathematician, Philosopher and Scientist, 1596-1650)

TIME:  4:45 PM
PLACE: Flying J
SUBJECT:  Gas pump totals

I had to stop and get gas on the way home.
My fill-up numbers made me strangely giddy.

Beautiful Blurry Numbers (013/365)

[When asked “Why are numbers beautiful?”]
It’s like asking why is Ludwig van Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony beautiful. If you don't see why, someone can't tell you. I know numbers are beautiful. If they aren't beautiful, nothing is.”
― Paul Erdős (Hungarian, mathematician, 26 March 1913 – 20 September 1996)

TIME:  7:29 AM
PLACE:  Highway 55
SUBJECT: Odometer reading

I had to pull the car over to the shoulder and take a picture.
The trucks rushing by really shook the heck out of the car.
I’m not surprised the only photo turned out blurry.
That’s okay.
The numbers are still beautiful.

Basket #719 (006/365)

TIME:  9:19 PM
PLACE:  Pantry
SUBJECT: Locker Basket

Fun Fact #077 about me.

The summer I was 15, I had a part-time job working for our local Parks and Recreation Department at our city’s public swimming pool.
I was assigned to the bathhouse where I had the glorious position of sitting behind a tall counter and handing out baskets to folks so they could store their stuff while swimming.
Each basket was numbered and had a pin with the corresponding number stamped on it. This pin was given to the member, who clipped it on their swimsuit or towel.  They would hand me their full basket, which I would then shelve in numerical order.
The shelves that held the baskets were metal, stood about 5 baskets high and stretched about half the length of the bathhouse. Maybe 20 or 30 feet?  There were 4 or 5 rows of shelves. 
The further back you went, the rustier the baskets became.  It was kind of creepy back there as well.  That didn’t prevent us from chasing our co-workers up and down the rows and trying to scare each other when times were slow. 
When people wanted their stuff, they would hand back the pin and I would locate the basket. 

It definitely wasn’t rocket science.

However, I did learn to dislike the public at an early age.

Our city had to close the pool due to its age and budgeting concerns a few years ago.  Apparently, they had an auction and sold much of the inventory of items at the pool including all of the wire baskets – I was not aware of this and wished I had known because I would have bid on them.

In 2013, I was at our monthly flea market and came upon a vendor who was selling some of the very same swimming pool baskets. 
She had one left. 

I didn’t even haggle.

I bought it.

I bet that I handed this basket out to someone at one time.

Numerically (202/365)

TIME:  9:21 AM
PLACE:  Car
SUBJECT:  Cash

Before DQ and I set off for the flea market, we stopped at the ATM.  Nothing like freshly minted bills!

Quitting Time…Finally (142/366)

“The best way to appreciate your job is to imagine yourself without one.”

Oscar Wilde (Irish Poet, Novelist, Dramatist and Critic, 1854-1900)

TIME:  5:25 PM
PLACE:  Work
SUBJECT:  Clock

This was my first day of “10s”.  During the summer, I have opted to work from 7am to 5:30pm on Mondays and Tuesdays: I’m off on Wednesdays; and then work 7am to 5:30pm on Thursdays and Fridays.  This way I can have at least 1 day off a week to do something with the kids or get stuff done around the house (yeah, like THAT’s gonna happen).  I think I’m going to like Wednesday’s off because I only have to work the 10 hours 2 days in a row.  Today, I had officially clocked in at 6:55am so out I went at 5:25 this evening.  Yeah…I made it!

I Really Need To Slow Down (120/366)

“You're older than you've ever been.
And now you're even older.
And now you're even older.
And now you're even older.
You're older than you've ever been.
And now you're even older.
And now you're older still.”

They Might Be Giants. "Older." Long Tall Weekend. Perf. John Linnell and John Flansburgh. eMusic, 1999.

TIME:  6:01 PM
PLACE:  Highway just outside town
SUBJECT:  Speed limit sign

Why, thank you for asking.  The answer is “yes.”  Yes I *am* feeling a bit sore today.  In fact, I am feeling much, much older than my current birthday age of 45 years old.  Who thought it was a good idea to run in a 5k yesterday?  Oh yeah, that was me.  Obviously, as I’m getting older, I’m also losing what little is left of my brain.  Especially the common sense part.

Upside Down & In Reverse (103/366)

“The world is wrong side up. It needs to be turned upside down in order to be right side up.”

William Ashley "Billy" Sunday (American athlete & evangelist, 1862– 1935)

TIME:  6:05 PM
PLACE:  Track
SUBJECT:  Lane numbers
(taken with my cell phone)

After work, I went to MB’s track meet.  He ran the mile event this evening.  His legs were still sore from Tuesday’s meet, so he didn’t finish as well as he wanted.  He ended up finishing in the middle of the group that ran the race.

Losing At Bingo On A Friday Night (196/365)

Angry Bingo Woman: He must be cheating that's how.
Mr. Skin (A.K.A. Satan): Lady, you can't cheat at bingo. If you could, I would, but you can't. I won because I was lucky - lucky to wind up in a town full of losers!

McDonald, Bruce, dir. Highway 61. 1991. Cineplex-Odeon Films (Canada). DVD.

TIME:  7:59 PM
PLACE:  St. Augustine’s gym
SUBJECT:  My bingo cards and not-so-good luck charm

My good friend called and left a message that she was selling cards at her parish’s Friday night Bingo games this evening and wanted to know if I would come join her to play after her shift.  So, I unearthed my magnetic bingo chips and my good luck charm (My good luck charm is that little police guy in the upper right corner.  He is a toy from a kids meal I ate after taking the final section of the CPA exam in May of 1989.  That August I found out that I had passed on my first sitting.)  Everyone owns their own personal bingo chips, right?  Don’t you judge me!  When I arrived, I found out that sheets of paper cards and round daubers are what is hip and in use now.  Phhht!  They still had the option of using the “hard cards” and since I’m old school, that’s what I used.  I was the only one in the entire hall using those type of cards.  You would of thought it would have given me a little advantage.  You would of thought wrong.  It didn’t help.  I was still a loser.  Thank god they served beer.

Keyed Up (084/365)

  
“I'm not even thinking straight any more. Numbers buzz in my head like wasps.”
 
Kurt Neumann (1906-1958), German screenwriter. Kurt Neumann. Dr. Lisa Van Horn (Osa Massen), Rocketship X-M, after hours of calculations (1950).

TIME:  8:56 PM
PLACE:  My desk
SUBJECT:  Targus wireless keypad

As the accountant and CPA in my family, it has naturally followed that I am the one who does the tax returns, not only for me and HandsomeHusband, but for my dad, brothers and sister.  I don’t mind, their returns are fairly uncomplicated (except for those pesky multiple state tax filings they all have!).  My tools are a tax software program and most importantly, my wireless keypad.  I absolutely abhor using the row of number keys on the top of the standard keyboard - too cumbersome and it slows me down when inputting figures.  I much prefer the keypad, but alas, my notebook did not have one.  Thus my procurement of the wireless 10-key.  Definitely one of my smarter purchases.