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The little, and not so little, things that make the blog …

What Are the Odds?

Yesterday’s blog contained a reference to Jerry Seinfeld’s show and the black-and-white cookie that ended his longtime non-vomit streak.

And last night my jaw drop when I turned on “Seinfeld” and what did appear? The black-and-white cookie episode! Nine seasons and 180 episodes. What are the odds?!

No News is Good News.

And good news is better. And recently I got some indeed.

There’ve been long, lingering unknowns around not only if but when my little job, a tutoring gig @ four hours a week, would end. Without going into the details, there were potential problems around its continuation that could seriously impact both my departure and unemployment benefits.

Last week the word arrived from on high. The tutoring will end June 14. There will be no extension into summer, no new batch of students, no move to a new summer location and, most importantly, no need for me to be there. It will be done. Done and done June 14!

I will be free! With that now set, I can proceed with my departure and in accordance with (intuited) divine timing, which has me outta here next month. Freedom is near! Freedom is near.

You’re Fired!

From freedom to fired! You’d think that with the oodles of technology, satellites and meteorological tools at their disposal, weather forecasters would be spot on maybe 90 percent of the time. Or at least 50 percent, which are simply the statistical odds.

Not so! Not in the Puget Sound region anyhow. For days they’ve been regaling us with predictions of bright blue skies, splendid sunshine and spring temps at long last hitting 65 F (18.3 C) for a day. On Tuesday. Today.

It’s now just past noon. It’s 50 (10 C) degrees. And here’s that outpouring of rays outside the apartment:

I swear, if regular employees erred with the frequency of the forecasters, they’d be f-f-f-f-f-ffired!!

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