Journal Entry - 1/4/18

During intermission at a recent event, I asked an usher on the balcony level of the theater if there were any bathrooms on that floor. She replied that yes there were, although most were on the first floor. (The location of the second floor bathrooms was not offered.)


Last week, at a local brewery, a woman sat next to us at the bar and proceeded to tell us that she lived with her mom. Her cat was dying. She’s as light as an owl. (We don't know whether she was talking about the cat or her mom at this point or how she might know how much an owl weighs.)


Yesterday's walk featured a beautiful sunrise. We saw several photographers on the trail and one women, wrapped in a blanket, still in her pajamas, sitting on a park bench just to take in the view.

Sunrise

We walked the trail along the river for a short while with an elderly, but active, neighbor who proceeded to tell us this joke:

A man was in the company of a woman who was the wife of another man

when, all of a sudden, he heard the telltale sound of a key in the door.

The woman told him to leave by way of the bedroom window.

Luckily for the man, it was a first floor bedroom.

Unluckily for the man, he left without his clothes

and it was raining.

It was early in the morning, and he was only a couple of miles from home

so he decided to jog.

All was well until he came upon a group of joggers.

Eventually, he caught up to them and joined their ranks.

The woman next to him kept glancing his way and eventually asked,

"Do you usually jog in the nude?"

"Oh, yes," he replied, "it's quite natural. I usually jog early in the morning and didn't expect to see anyone else."

This seemed to satisfy her. Yet as they continued on she began to steal glances his way again.

"Do you always jog while wearing a condom?" she asked.

"Oh, no," he replied, 

"Only when it's raining."

We have lovely neighbors.