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Pickle Chronicles and Pacemaker Prowess: A Sunday Morning Saga

Posted on October 8, 2023 Updated on October 8, 2023

Ah, Sunday morning – the day the news turns into a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Picture me, wearing my ‘serious news-watcher’ hat (it’s imaginary, by the way), with a side of sadness as I tune in to the happenings in Israel. And you know what’s also happening? The American press is so busy chasing down the orange guy’s peccadillos that they’ve lost sight of the real show in Israel. Talk about a plot twist!

Let’s rewind a bunch of years. Remember when Bibi, the Israeli maestro, had a chat with Yasser Arafat, the Palestinian bigwig? Bibi basically said, “Hey, if you’re thinking of playing the hostage game, know this: I’m no Jimmy Carter.” Spoiler alert: Arafat got the message and the kidnappings dwindled.

But when it comes to hostage-taking, Iranian terrorists are the undisputed champions, and Hamas? Oh, they’re just their sidekicks, like the Robin to Iran’s Batman. I’m hoping Bibi won’t get sucked into playing ‘tit for tat.’ Let’s hope he rocks the situation better than a yodeling pickle at a pickle party. Bibi’s got the skills – no Jimmy Carter vibes here!

Now, shifting gears from international pickle drama to the beautiful day outside. Can we talk about the weather, please? It’s like the weather gods decided, “Hey, let’s make it a perfect ’70s day.” Meanwhile, in the house, it’s a sleeping-palooza as I sneak off to my studio for my daily dose of morning coffee.

Social media adventure time! But alas, all I stumbled upon was yet another assault on pickle people. We’re talking pickle teddy bears, pickle heads (move over, Mr. Potatohead), a stuffed dill, and even a comfort dill. And hold your applause for the pièce de résistance – a yodeling pickle. Yep, you read that right. It’s a whole pickle symphony in a jar! I found myself in a bit of a pickle, you might say. I promised no political arguments, but this pickle passion was a bridge too far. I kindly set the record straight and moved along, embracing peace like a pickle in a jar.

Oh, and if you’re in the mood for more pickle escapades, hop over to this link and witness the unrelenting assault on the humble cornichon:

(https://riversworld.live/2023/10/08/i-knew-i-shouldnt-have-but-i-did-anyway/)

Switching tracks – Amber’s concert adventure! Last night, Amber had a blast at a music concert near Dallas. It’s a bit of a schlepp, but hey, music makes the journey worth it. It got me reminiscing about the good ol’ days when my friends and I would cram into a beat-up jalopy and embark on a 2000-mile trek to a music shindig. Ah, the memories – a mix of fun and a sprinkle of misery. But you know what? I’m content to watch concerts from the comfort of my couch these days.

Health update time! The healing journey continues, with its own Netflix series of ups and downs. Last night, we had a thrilling episode – the wake-up-in-pain, stagger-to-the-kitchen-for-drugs, eat-something-dramatic segment. But guess what? The pacemaker didn’t pull a taze move on me. Small victories, right?

This week’s schedule? Let’s just say it’s like nailing jelly to the wall, but we’re getting there, one wobbly nail at a time.

And there you have it – the Sunday morning saga, sprinkled with a dash of pickle drama and a dollop of healing adventures. Good afternoon, world! 🌞