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I don't know how it happens. I really don't.

There I was at the beginning of a new week and I managed to cobble together three halfway coherent posts by Wednesday evening. Having worked up a respectable head of steam like that, one might think that the inspiration was flowing freely and that additional posts would follow, tripping along smoothly, one right after the other.

One might think that but then one would be mistaken. Seriously mistaken.

Instead of a proliferation of posts, the wool and the word suffered severe syllable shortage for nearly a week.

It's embarrassing, that.

Let's see if I can redeem myself with some Tuesday Evening Bullet Posting...

• FiOS Follow-up. Last Wednesday evening, Number Guy and I sat down with the laptop and the new television remote in order that we might program a favorites list for the new service. I kept telling him, "We don't get that channel." Then he would respond with, "Yes, we do. See?" I would look and I would see that instead of a black screen with an invitation to upgrade our service, there would be people and color and movement and sound.



• A quick phone call to the provider provided us with a very unexpected answer: the triple play package in our area includes the second tier of channel subscriptions, not the lowly tier one assortment which we thought we were purchasing.



• How wonderful: eighty additional channels through which to click.



• Have I ever mentioned how infrequently I turn on the television?



• Last programming I perused was part of last Wednesday's Mets game.



• Really, really.



• I did use the television to watch a good movie I checked out of the library.



• The installation technician used our old component cables to hook up our new system.



• Why, yes, we *do* have a high-definition television to go with our new high-definition fibery input.



• An additional phone conversation with the provider resulted in an HDMI cable being mailed promptly.



• Number Guy had two parades this past weekend. Neatnik went with him to Saturday's march.



• I went to the chiropractor.



• We are definitely not signing up for co-ed softball next summer.



• I am old enough to have given birth to half of our teammates.



• Even if I started after my own undergraduate graduation.



• Back when I was their age, I could shake off the incidental aches and pains, twists and turns.



• These days, not so much.



• Hence the chiropractor, whose vacation to Tahiti via private jet we are financing.



• Him and all thirty-eight of his closest friends and relatives...



• I seem to remember being very busy towards the end of last week, but now I am having a hard time recollecting the details.



• Must be a side-effect of the spinal damage.



• I do seem to recall selling a heap of 50/50 tickets for Neatnik's school over the weekend.



• Didn't win any jackpots myself.



• Not that I was expecting any.



• We simply write off 50/50 fees as charitable donations.



• The added bonus of selling said tickets in ninety-degree heat we silently endure and hope that the current atmospheric electrical activity will break the oppressive humidity soon.



• Yesterday, Number Guy had another parade. Since this one required a 7:30 departure, Neatnik did not attend. Instead, she and I took a nice walk, experimented with food coloring, and worked on some Brownie badge requirements.



• Were you aware that Brownies are called Little Wings in Chile?



• I don't think they come with hot sauce nor bleu cheese dressing, though.



• While Neatnik is going to continue in scouts next term, we are not planning on additional ballet lessons.



• She stuck with it for a whole school year and we are proud of her sticking with it.



• We have been interviewing gymnastics schools for the past couple of weeks and this evening, we also visited a tae kwon do school.



• Tough parental decisions.



• Which activity is best for your child?



• Where is the best place to send her?



• How much is this going to cost each month?!

So, as the school year begins its process of winding down, the planning for summer occupation is in full swing.

I think I could use a vacation right about now... or failing that, a nice big cup of soft vanilla ice cream.