I want to go to sleep in my time machine and wake up eight hours in the future.
– Jarod Kintz
I mentioned a few weeks ago my new affinity for naps.
My wife and I have noticed in recent months that we are both prone to nodding off, even after sleeping reasonably well the night before.
Well, I think I have found the reason.
Like us, the little house terriers wake up bright-eyed and bushy tailed every morning.
Like us, the dogs retire reasonably early at night.
But unlike us (until recently) the dogs love to sleep through much of the day, and can be heard softly snoring on the carpet beneath a shaft of morning sunlight, or in the afternoon beneath a gently humming ceiling fan.
Like a yawn during a staff meeting, it’s difficult to deny the attractive suggestion of a napping house pet.
(Don’t tell the burglars that our watchdogs are weary.)
TRAVEL FANS: Not so weary are our spring travelers. Evelyn Casey, of Martinez, sends a postcard from Buenos Aires. She writes: “They have enlisted my talents to teach the tango, but don’t have much time ... weather is good but going to turn cooler.”
Veteran travelers Pat and Wayne Fuller, of North Augusta, send two postcards. One from Grenada reports “lovely island,” 70-degree temperatures and blue skies. Another cards reports similar sites in Curacao.
Two other regular travelers, Sandra and Shirley Johnson, of Augusta, send a vintage 1960s postcard from Brunswick, Ga., and a really old (possibly 1930s) postcard from St. Augustine, where I believe they saw Keith Harkin in concert.
BAAB EXHIBIT: Bill Baab, author, collector and former Chronicle outdoor editor, has an exhibit of unusual antique bottles and pottery at the Augusta-Richmond County Library downtown that will run through May. It includes bottles with embossed animals (an elephant, camel, bird dog and alligator) whiskey jugs manufactured by the Thomas Hahn Pottery on the riverbank below North Augusta and contemporary face jugs. The collection is in three locked display cases on the third floor in the Georgia History Room.
TODAY’S GOLF JOKE: A golfer teed up his ball on the first hole, took a mighty swing and hit the ball into the woods. He found his ball and saw an opening between two trees he thought he could hit through.
Taking out his 3-wood, he took a mighty swing. The ball hit a tree, bounced back, hit him in the forehead and killed him.
As he approached the Pearly Gates, St. Peter looked at his clothes and shoes and asked, “Were you a good golfer?”
The man looked up confidently and said, “Got here in two, didn’t I?