Saturday, February 26, 2011
It's a 6:12 day
The sun sets at 6:12 today. When I heard that on the radio this morning, I decided to accomplish more than usual today since I have more daylight.
I thought I was the one who originated 6:12 in the family by graduating from the Ohio State University on June 12th. Not so. While researching William Morris Stewart, I discovered that his grave at the Laurel Mountain Cemetery was number 612. The stones from this cemetery were bulldozed into the San Francisco Bay in 1940. Thirty-five thousand people were moved to another cemetery in San Mateo County. Now all that marks the grave of Uncle Bill is a brick sized monument with the number 351.
The super tall furnace man aka the super tall air conditioner man visited us last week. He noticed the 20+ years old Please Wear Shoes in the Basement sign. I have no intentions of taking it down anytime soon. The stfm told me he had wanted to be in the Air Force, but was too tall.
I skipped Zumba on Friday because of the weather. I found out later the teacher did not go either.