I stayed home from work today because of unforeseen (ha ha!) medical issues with my eye. I’m ok now, I’ll just be blind in my left eye for the rest of my life. Not really, it’s just inflammation and/or/maybe infection. After this dollars-per-drop medication, I’m sure I’ll be back to work tomorrow.

I have some things on my heart that I wanted to share with you today, and my unfortunate and financially disheartening medical condition is affording this opportunity. Perhaps some lasting good will come of it after all. But don’t take this moment for granted, it has been paid for at great price. Physical, psychological, emotional, and last but certainly not least, financial. And paid for by me.

So in the spirit of all the unseemly depths I’ve been finding in the various corners of the web, let us proceed.

Hoosierville remains a never-ending source of amusement. I have two terms today, “topper” and “stones.” This is the kind of stuff you’ll hear in these parts, so I’ll translate.

Occasionally, in the context of a conversation about pickups, you’ll hear “topper.” You grin at the absurdity and wonder, is that the name of the pickup owner’s dog? Or did he get a new hat? Is he a redneck and talking about making an ice cream sundae?

No! What he means is “canopy!” Ha ha!!

As proof, check this out! This was taken just down the street in my neighborhood, somebody has a canopy they want to get rid of.


Next, “stones.” You’ll never hear the term “gravel,” I doubt anyone would know what it was. “He spread the stones in the parking lot,” is a common mirth-inducing phrase. What in the world! Stones?! Sounds like they expect you to park in a field strewn with boulders! Ha ha! How eccentric and naive!!

This is a nice, funny place to live. Constant amusement everywhere.