December 1, 2006

Bad timing.

Damn it! I just ran outside in my pajamas -- I'm blogging in pajamas! -- into 18° darkness to look around for the newspaper and not find it. I get back inside, back to my computer, only to hear a car and that distinctive flopping sound....

22 comments:

S.T. Steiner said...

Being first to read the paper is at times very important. I read a celebrity tabloid in German ~ great photos and journalistic style, and the mag is out on Thursdays, so I usually get to the store on Friday to get my copy; but instead, this week, my husband got home with the tabloid in-hand, from the train, and told me that Bruce Willis and Renée Zellweger are an item. My husband . . . . who reads Chip magazine and political journals is now reading a celebrity tabloid ~ is it a full moon?

Mark Daniels said...

Yeah, well, as it relates to mornings getting off to a bad start, I can top that.

Today we discovered that overnight, someone decided it would be fun to chop down our mailbox like a tree. We live in a quiet residential area and the box has been there for eighteen years. The box is lying in state in our driveway.

I guess that we'll have to buy one of those Rubbermaid things now.

Aaaarrrrgggghhhh.

Mark

Mark Daniels said...

"mornings off to bad starts"

Even my grammar is off to a bad start.

Pogo said...

The sheer joy of being the first one to unfold a paper's pages in the early morn. Sublime.

I miss it, actually. I no longer get either the St. Paul Pioneer Press or the Mpls Strib. The latter is poorly-written and frequently erroneous, besides its usual bias. The former is similar biased, but better-written. I still get the "Compost-Bulletin", but's an afternoon paper, with all the small-towniness that implies. Best for obituaries and movie schedules.

Since both big papers are firing workers due to poor circulation, maybe they could figure out that no one cares any longer what the Twin Cities editors think about Bush (even in a blue state ...go figure). Stick to Minnesota news, review some books, have a great entertainment section with coverage of events and local artists, and I am a subscriber.

Or they can keep laying off writers until they disappear, and I'll never again step out onto my porch in December in my bare feet to retrieve that delicious tome. Dang, I miss that.

Ron said...

All of life is timing.

Rick Lee said...

What kind of crazy person is up at 5am looking for the paper? Sheesh... morning people.

hdhouse said...

having never occured to ann that the delivery guy was just waiting for you to go outside in your PJs and flail around in the cold...

Women are so smart sometimes and other times........oh well

David said...

I hope Ann wore her outside shoes to check for the paper and not her inside slippers!

Don't track on the floor!

One of the great things about getting up early and meeting the newspaper car is being able to say hi to the neighbors. The shuffle parade of chintz, flannel, fluffy slippers, plaid bathrobes, and no make-up is worth the trip!

Leland said...

Having the Internet means never having to wait, outside, in the cold, while wearing pajamas for the newspaper.

Having a wireless notebook means I can still enjoy the news while in a warm bed.

There is even electronic means that allow one to do away with tree like mailboxes (But only because UPS and FedEx deliver to the door).

But then, the virtual world can be boring.

al said...

Morning people are the best kind of people!

I was up at 5:00 to get my paper. It was under 3 inches of new snow. My 7:00 it was 8 inches and it's still snowing. Luckily work declared today an excused absence due to weather so I can stay home.

Ruth Anne Adams said...

You ventured out into the dark and cold without a clear fix on your target? Brazen!

Worse: No exit strategy or a good contingency plan. What a failure of imagination. Were there any squirrels with nukes?

Drew W said...

I get back inside, back to my computer, only to hear a car and that distinctive flopping sound....

Funny. When Halle Berry's neighbors hear that, they come to an entirely different conclusion.

reader_iam said...

First snow day of the season! So much for my original to-do list.

Wind chill in single digit, more than snow, discouraged the pajama run though.

reader_iam said...

Revised to-do list item #3:
...

"Trounce son in snowball fight"

#4:

"Fob off main-walk shoveling on son"

....

knoxgirl said...

"Trounce son in snowball fight"

I'm jealous! (we haven't had a good snow here in almost 10 years)

Ann Althouse said...

Ruth Anne Adams: "You ventured out into the dark and cold without a clear fix on your target? Brazen!"

I try to see whether the paper is there, but sometimes it's too dark and I have to go out there and look. No matter how cold it is, you can go out and get the paper without putting on a coat.

Pogo: Just get the NYT! That's what I do. The local papers are trash.

And I have wireless and a laptop too. I just like the paper paper.

John(classic) said...

You need a dog...or possibly a large, muscular, trained squirrel.

"Rocky, paper, fetch!"

knoxgirl said...

No matter how cold it is, you can go out and get the paper without putting on a coat.

See you on "I Shouldn't be Alive" !

reader_iam said...

No matter how cold it is, you can go out and get the paper without putting on a coat.

Well, not if... oh, never mind.

vh: cyoim

Pogo said...

Re: "No matter how cold it is..."

Isn't that the premise for countless sitcom episodes?

Pogo said...

From Milwaukee:
Happy Days: Season 3
"Laverne and Shirley meet Fonzie and Richie at Arnold's at 8PM the next night. The girls go into the restroom and start fighting over Laverne's crude remark over Richie's hanky. As they go back to the house, Richie gets locked out and has to climb through the side window and knocks over a lamp and tears a hole in his pants. Fonzie and Laverne leave very shortly after arriving and Richie gets his cufflink caught in Shirley's sweater."

From Madison:
Althouse, Season 2
Althouse, blogging in her pajamas, runs outside into the cold morning darkness to find the newspaper. She gets locked out and has to climb through the side window and knocks over the Mac and tears a hole in her pajamas. Squirrels scamper into the kitchen as she hears a car and that distinctive flopping sound. Fonzie, now 65, attempts to break a record and leap his motorcycle over 14 Audis (breaking the old record of 12 set by the late Big Daddy Baylor in 1946. Hilarity ensues.

Anthony said...

Just remember Roxanne. . . .