No pizza for me!

Brian Golden

Beautiful blue, sunny skies today with highs in the upper fifties. Don’t ask me why, but last night I dreamt I was a news meteorologist (a.k.a. weatherman). And while I’ll be the first to admit I’ve never even remotely considered a career on television, the foggy (no pun intended) remnants of said dream have stuck with me all day. Go figure.

Busy night last night with stops at the SPCA – for a photo opportunity and pizza party (no pizza for me, though … had to run) – and the Otselic Valley Junior-Senior High School to check out the kids’ fall production of “The Bully Plays.” Certainly not my favorite drive of all time, but hey, at least it didn’t snow (damn, more weather-related musings).

As is the norm, I enjoyed penning yesterday’s column, this time around on my senseless (and growing) collection of “money saving” store membership cards. And don’t get me wrong, I like to save money just as much as the next guy. My only problem? Why do I have to have a membership card for each and every store within state limits to do so? As I stated in my column, can’t these businesses go back to the good old days of … say … having a sale? And while I’m sure that’s not going to happen any time soon, a man can dream, can’t he?

And no, before you ask, I don’t want to join whatever deal-of-the-month club your business is trying to force me to join, either. Just give me a good deal and stop bugging me when I’m trying to shop!

You’ll notice my use of the rare and mysterious exclamation point and … yes … I feel that strongly about it.

Moving right along, I spent fifteen minutes or so today looking back through the 91 blogs preceding this one and realized it’s been awhile since I pulled out a Brian Golden Top Ten list of any kind. I suppose I’ll remedy that soon, although a topic isn’t jumping right out at me at this time. Any ideas? Feel free to leave a comment, drop me an e-mail or tweet me your thoughts. As always, we live to please here at The Evening Sun.

And that – as they say – is that for the day. Considering I’ve got an hour or so to spare until I make my escape out of the office, I suppose I’ll go ahead and get a head start on tomorrow’s stories … a) because it never hurts to be prepared (the Boy Scout in me) … and b) you never know what’s going to happen between now and morning (alien invasion, zombie apocalypse, meteor strike, swarms of locusts and the like).