Hi. Yesterday's delivery and installation went great and I also got to meet a new friend. I installed light oak finished wood blinds and delivered two chairs in a tomato red at the head and foot of a Dining Room table. The bar stools should get to me by Thursday and I will deliver them on Friday, just in time for a house full of guests. Why wait until the last minute you say? I totally agree but the wonderful people at the imported chair frame company had some unexpected freight issues. Those of you readers in this area know how hard it is to get from Chester County to Philadelphia without a snafu; try importing hand carved frames from Egypt. Getting from point 'A' to point 'B' can be one of those unsolved mysteries but I have a feeling that everything will work out. The new 'friend' is a large dog named Figaro who thinks that he is a lap dog. He was a great help to me yesterday and Friday I will bring him a treat. Another, in a chain of unsolved mysteries occurred on this day in 1888. I was a mere tot and don't remember exactly the sense of fear but pseudonym Jack the Ripper killed his third and fourth victims. This was a few years before Donna Summer released her paen to 'working girls' entitled "She Works Hard For The Money" as Jack victimized women earning income as prostitutes. Most victims' throats were slit, after which the bodies were mutilated. The removal of internal organs from three of the victims led some officials at the time of the murders to propose that the killer possessed anatomical or surgical knowledge. A gal's got to do what a gal's got to do. Back then, fast food restaurants were paying a measly 40 cents per hour and that hardly pays the gas bills. M stopped by and we had a little time to catch up last evening so please send a paw prayer out to Harlan who's eyes are focused and clear and shows no signs of suffering. Unlike those poor ladies of the evening back in 1888. Have a great day and if you don't know Jack about something, read up or Google it. Information is all around us.
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