Sorry I've been gone for a few days. I've been busy with work, but I'm also wrestling with a temperamental keyboard that's making me avoid all nonessential computer work (except Facebook. Sorry, I'm addicted to Facebook. It's like a virtual break room, and I'm spending way too much time there lately).
Anyway, I have little to report, except that Gentlemen Prefer Blondes closes tomorrow, it's rained so much here this week that my car is starting to smell moldy (I wish I were kidding), and the Whatever Family Festival runs all week in the Augusta area.
Today was Gardiner Day, so Dizzy and I went down to Gardiner Landing to check it out. Dizzy thought it was a party in his honor, and did his part by greeting all his guests and cleaning up any food that had been dropped on the ground. He did not want to leave, and I mortified myself by having to drag him away, literally. Fortunately, I saw parents doing that with their small children, and at least Dizzy wasn't shrieking or smearing his face paint.
The Cobbosseecontee runs into the Kennebec River at Gardiner Landing, and along the Cobbossee rapids just before the junction are a series of stone benches, for people who want to sit and watch the stream run. Dizzy and I passed a man and woman sitting on one of those benches, watching the water, and I had time to think, "Oh, isn't that romantic," before the man turned his head and spat.
Okay. I understand that the Y chromosome comes with attributes, needs and skills that women will never possess or understand. But why spitting? I have never seen a woman spit in public. Never. I refuse to believe this is something men just have to do. If women can swallow their saliva, why can't men?
And no, this man did not appear to be dipping snuff or chewing tobacco. Even if he had been, that still wouldn't have been okay, but I'm sorry to say that I had the opportunity to observe that his spit was clear.