Good Day Sunshine (My ass)


Good Day Sunshine

Good day sunshine, (Oh, yeah, where are you?)

Good day sunshine, (It’s effing snowing here today!)

Good day sunshine. (I haven’t seen you in Cleveland in months!)

I need to laugh, and when the sun is out (for those 60 days a year)

I’ve got something I can laugh about, (Such as why do I live in Ohio?)

I feel good, in a special way. (that first day in June you show up)

I’m in love and it’s a sunny day. (in Georgia!)

Hello, Goodbye

Today is the day my dad’s car becomes my car. My father died almost two years ago and I bought out the car from my brother (my other two brothers gave me the car, but that’s another story.) In Ohio I can reregister the car twice in my father’s name, which I did last year. Now, it’s time to switch it over.

I have all the paperwork needed. I have had it for over a month. Today is the last day. I have to switch it over today. I am going to stop calling it “Dad’s car” once I have the title and plates in my own name. Both my father and I are/were amateur radio operators and have/had our call signs on our license plates. Each call sign is unique to the holder of that radio license.  My father’s car basically had his name on the plates. Now they will have my call sign.

It feels both like a small hello and a small goodbye.


Customer Service

I got a letter in the mail yesterday from a hotel where I had a reservation last weekend. Some friends and I went downtown to see a play version of “Dirty Dancing”, go to dinner and stay overnight downtown with our three out of town guests.

After trouble finding parking for the hotel, whose lot was full, we were told the hotel was overbooked and we couldn’t stay there. They had, however, gotten us accommodations, at their expense, at a sister hotel downtown.

We waited for our luggage to be brought back to us and traveled a few blocks to the other hotel. There was valet parking only, which we did not have to pay for either, having paid for parking at a lot earlier for the other hotel. The hotel looked very new and we were starting to feel a little better about being inconvenienced, even though we were getting the night’s stay free.

We checked in and asked if we could be upgraded to a suite; we would pay the difference in price. We were upgraded at no cost and given a late check out time. This hotel was less than one year old and our upgraded suite was very large and very nice.  The only real downside to the new hotel was that it does not have a pool.

After a very nice evening with friends at a nice hotel, we checked out the next afternoon. The whole experience cost the 5 of us $12 for using the wifi at the hotel. (I had never heard of being charged for wifi, but who knows). We were very pleased with how well we were treated and how the overbooking was handled.

Now, back to that letter. The letter received from the Renaissance Hotel downtown Cleveland, offers a free overnight stay at the hotel to make up for our inconvenience.


I really appreciate the customer service received. I know it’s a high priced hotel, but the lengths the hotel went to be sure we are satisfied customers was impressive.

I’m looking forward to staying there for my husband’s birthday next month.

Let’s all take a snooze

Today in the US it is National Napping Day. Sunday morning at 2 a.m. some of us moved our clocks ahead an hour to begin Daylight Saving Time. Some cities have chosen not to use DST and leave their clocks alone. DST causes the mornings to be darker and the evenings to be longer. It also causes some people to feel groggy for a day or two with the loss of that hour of sleep.

To help counter this feeling, National Napping Day was born. Started in 1999 this holiday encourages people to take a nap to catch up on their lost sleep.

For us nappers every day is Napping Day. We understand the beauty of refreshing our minds and bodies during our day. Some of us nap during lunch or dinner break. Others nap as soon as we come home from work. Some of us at home during the day nap at different parts of our day.

So, in honor of National Napping Day, I hope everyone gets to enjoy the benefits of a simple nap. Whether your nap is 30 minutes or 3 hours, you won’t regret it.

Happy Nappy as I like to say to my best friend who is also a napper.

Happy Napping Day!

Dragnet and Christmas guns

I’m not a gun person. Let me just say that up front. Guns make me feel unsafe, no matter who has one. I don’t like to be around guns, no matter how much its owner says they know what they’re doing. Guns are made for killing, period. So, I just don’t have any reason to want to be around them.

I am not, however, against anyone owning a gun. I do think there should be some more regulation regarding who can obtain a gun, but I am not against people having guns. I wish fewer people had them, but that’s another story.

I live in the United States and there is a huge gun culture here. More in some parts of the country than others. It goes way back and the NRA will make sure it stays around as long as possible. Lots of people here REALLY love their guns and don’t appreciate anyone who doesn’t. Most people, I think, are just quiet gun owners, not rabid gun nuts. The one bad thing about that is that I might go into a home where someone owns a gun and not know it. I would prefer to be able to have the choice of coming over or not, knowing there is a gun in the house.

I listen to a lot of old time radio shows and Dragnet is one of my favorites. The other night I was listening to a Christmas show from 1949. The story was about a nine year old boy who found his Christmas gift of a .22 caliber gun in its hiding place and took it to play with his friend. The friend tripped with the gun while playing and was shot and killed. What struck me was Friday’s moral for this episode: Don’t buy a kid a gun for Christmas. Wow, what? From an American police story radio show? Don’t give kids guns for Christmas?

I know many people do. I was in Kmart a few years ago when my daughter and I saw a banner saying: Get Your Christmas Guns! Um, no thanks.

I did think it refreshing that a show based on police files was advocating not giving children guns for Christmas. I don’t know, maybe they think it’s okay other times. Sergeant Friday didn’t sound like he thought it was a great idea in general, but that may just be my interpretation since I agree with it.

For those who like or love guns, it’s your right to own them. Have them, enjoy them, tolerate them, whatever. I just really don’t like to be around them, if at all possible.

I know writing about guns can bring up a lot of hot, angry feelings. I am not writing to be contrary. I just love Dragnet.