Ikea

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30222364_10156251217671064_3074420184211870901_nI survived the trip to Ikea yesterday (April 7).

It was actually to accompany Tymber and Bill on Trish’s maiden voyage there (Trish took this picture from the parking lot). We met up with them in the restaurant for lunch — the Swedish meatballs are the best — before venturing forth.

If you’ve never been to an Ikea store, they are huge. Furnishings, accessories and other items for every room of your home are available. Trish went with the purpose of obtaining bookshelves. But who can resist the allure of all those consumer goods begging for placement in your cart.

Tymber and I weren’t immune either, but the monetary damage wasn’t huge. My one regret was not finding square frames for some of my cross stitch pieces. Found every size of rectangles you can imagine, but nary a square frame.

We departed after three hours, or maybe it was two, headed home, where a very pissed off Kiwi awaited us. She made her displeasure at being left all along in her crate apparent. After tending to her, the cats, birds and menagerie outside, I collapsed for the evening, and finished the Randy Wayne White book I was reading, Deep Blue.

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“Let’s be careful out there”

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I’ve watched a lot of cop/detective shows over the years, but not so much recently as none have captured my attention as much as these older shows did. AHill-Street-Blues-tv-01nd among the best, in my opinion, was Hill Street Blues.

The characters were flawed, their personal lives blended into their work lives, and all affected how each episode developed. Never before had the cop/detective genre taken such an approach and the show’s creator, Steven Bochco, was a genius in his new approach.

The drama was gritty, it portrayed life in a big, urban environment much as it really is, and that added to the realism.

Bochco passed away Easter Sunday. Eventually, another genius will arise, but he or she will have to go far to surpass Bochco. R.I.P.