Sunday News

 

The Palmville Globe Volume 2 Number 41

Man Shares Treats

Joe McDonnell, 79 and a resident of Palmville Township, Minnesota, recently brought coffee and treats with his wife to a friend at the nursing home. "We know our friend residing at the nursing home loves watching the Sunday football game" McDonnell tells the press, "so we thought it would be a good time to visit and bring her treats. We went to the facility dining room and got a carafe of coffee before going to our friend’s room. We were surprised to find her asleep. I cleared my throat and when she didn’t stir, we closed her door and visited another friend across the hall. This friend usually doesn't like treats but does like coffee. On this day she took one of our treats but declined the coffee. We had coffee and treats and watched Little House on the Prarie with her for awhile." In a later communication, McDonnell says the friend they originally meant to visit couldn't believe she slept through the game. "She didn't tell us we should have woken her up though," he says. 

Man Recovers Drill Bit

Joe McDonnell, 79 and an amateur machinist, recently lost a drill bit and thought he would never see it again. “I was changing bits for my drill when I dropped the bit," McDonnell tells reporters. "It hit my shoe then soundlessly disappeared. The bit was not obvious on the floor. I got on my hands and knees and looked for the bit, gradually expanding the radius of my search area. I know dropped items can end up a long way from where you think they should be. When I couldn't find the bit, I wondered if it had gotten stuck in my shoe laces, but it hadn't. I'm trying to increase the length my persistence time, but since I have other bits the same size I eventually gave up. Two days later while sweeping the shop floor, the bit appeared in the pile of chips and shavings." In a follow-up communication, McDonnell says he didn't appeal to the saint who finds lost items because it wasn't emergency. "It appears he helped without being asked," McDonnell says. "I'm grateful for that."

Squib Cellar

Don’t see the forest for the trees?

Or don’t see the trees for the forest. 

The first is bad. 

The second you quickly end up kissing an oak. 

Our team is a good team. 

Excellent record so far. 

But as soon as they fall behind, our mind goes to their years in the cellar. 

Facebook is the poor man’s website- more a hobo camp than a fixed address. 

I just learned that half of household dust comes from our dead skin cells. 

Now I understand why our mother locked us out of the house 16 hours a day.