Our department head tries to do some occasional team things. Everyone is remote and all over the country so it usually some game on a Teams call. I appreciate the effort but I don't usually participate. I try sometimes but I usually end up working during the meeting and I miss everything.

The hockey jersey is signed. The scratching could be any name in the world but it also has the number 33. I looked it up and in 2000, a player named David Wilkie was #33. In the minors there is no guarantee that it is his signature. There could have been more than one person wearing 33 that year.  If it was him, he was a 1992 1st round draft pick of Montreal and played 167 games in the NHL over 7 seasons for 3 different teams.

Houston won the IHL championship the year before we moved to Houston but lost in the playoffs the 2 years we were living there.

I'd like to see the NHL expand into Houston. I would hope they would revive the Aeros name. I like it.

Dave59 I would take a picture of the jersey and then try to sell it on Ebay. See if there are other jerseys on the site and you will get some idea as to what yours will bring in.

Holly S. you could make a shoofly pie. It is easy, and will freeze well. As a bonus, I bet it is something many at your office have never had. Personally, I love it! Here is a link to one recipe https://www.southernliving.com/recipes/shoofly-pie. I love this quote from the recipe page, "Shoofly Pie is part of the family of desserts known as Desperation Pies." 

I got in my 4 mile run. DW and her sister dropped me off at the 22 mile mark on the course and I ran back to our temporary home. We are staying near the finish, which is why that worked. Now DW and her sister are out shopping without me. Win-win!

Darn Erika - I knew that, and still miffed it - sorry!

Twocat - I will check that out, thanks.  I have never had shoofly pie.

Jay - a t least, with my Dr. Torture too, we're not at bad as Steve's plight with both a real one and virtual too.  whew. 

My PT had me sit with the top of my hamstring on the foal roller, stretch that leg out, and try to reach to tough my toes - boy does that hurt! But it hurts good.

ps - in a perverse way, sometimes the harder it hurts, I think is good too.

Erika - count me in on it too and thanks for the reminder, . . . again. With trying to remember my cousin is the Swedish version ("Erica") vs your Norwegian "Erika," I'm getting better, . . . I think/thought.

ps - not as bad, though, as when, in the general absence of physicians drafted away during the war in most places up there, my parents were down here at their beloved heritage Swedish Hospital for me but the stupid staff thought the Swedish spelling they wanted for me was misspelled, so I'm been an Americanized Swede ever since. Good thing as I've never been to Sweden.  Oddly enough, they had me as the original Swedish version when I was back again in December for my TKR.  Better yet, I can not only see the same hospital at the same street address from the front window in our sr. residence but there's a historical picture of the hosptal as it was 80 years ago in a five story version (vs. today's 12) in their entry way taken five days after I was born, . . . and still in there for an extra week on an IV for some issues.  I wish they'd've had bigger windows in those days.     

Although the meteoroillogical prognosticators are still projecting the long awaited winter wind and rains we should already be having in spades, this morning's 97.4% waxing gibbous slipping through some break in the clouds's the best we've seen for a while and, unless the rain clouds delay until Sunday,'ll be the closest we'll get a full moon sighting this month so, after it slipped away behind the band of clouds above the horizon, though it required seven blocks of hoofing to get to the nearest stop, and more on the way back progressing from one bus stop to the next as I was too impatient to stand around at 46 degrees doing nothing to wait for it to arrive, I tried a new bus line that took me right to Lowe's Home Improvement two miles away instead of the rental e-biking I'd been thinking of.

You see, DW didn't need someone going with her shopping this aftrenoon as I thought I'd like to do with her but what Japanese women deem as a "wet leaf stuck to their shoes" as they call their retired husbands who, with no more after-work carousing, weekend golf, and nothing to do, etc., just want to stay with their wives so, when she went out the E-line in the other direction this afternoon, I removed the 12" under cabinet plug in light I got in December to go over our tiny 14" sink before my two months of immobility to replace with a 24" one she wished I would have gotten in the first place, . . . but now that she's back and it's in, she hasn't noticed yet so I'll wait and see if it becomes more obvious once the sun goes down. 

Otherwise, as soon as the afternoon temps got up into the 50'sF and closing in on 60, I got out my summer short pants that we used to call Bermudas but my recall is that the B's were a little longer but not as long a swimming jammers (or the new, calf-length long basketball trunks) and the Japan Joyful Marathon Vest I havent worn since last September, if that, and caught the next bus over to the the hillside park to enjoy the afternoon sunshine and track out a little extension of the West Loop and its measly 26 concrete stairs at the bottom of the loop from some abandoned hillside residence from the century before last by taking the Rob Reed Memorial half mile Traverse with shiny columnar basaltic bench over to the top 94 stairs of the East Loop for a total of 120 stair well wooden bin steps for the West Loop instead of the just measly 26 it had been. Nothing like the 866 I used to spiral and figure-eight around at the drop of a hat over on the island but neither am I any more.

ps Dave - is that a parkland?

ps Leslie - are you lost?

ps BTY - full length dolphins! Fantastic 

 

ps BTY - full length dolphins! Fantastic 

I wish!  No, I push off and go 12 yards.  Take a step, take a breath, do a surface dive and go another 12 yards, almost. It takes me 30 seconds to get from one end to the other.  I rest 15 seconds, and repeat.    If I were actually able to full length, I don't think the lifeguards would let me.  There's a sign at the end of the pool that says "No long Breatholding" which I think means none of that.