It is here. July. And since it’s the 1st I have a ton of irk to do today. You all have a great new week and new month.
This year’s Sanfermines include two weekends, so I’m kind of glad I won’t be there, while at the same time being kind’a sorry I won’t be there… but the second is par for the course for anybody from Pamplona who can’t be there for Sanfermines.
The heat wave was survived. My tummy decided it didn’t like those amounts of heat; large amounts of liquid yoghurt were consumed. I don’t really care for it (for starters, does anybody made an un-sweetened version?), but it was about the only thing my body would accept. Now we’re back to what’s normal in the summer in Normandy. Tummy still isn’t happy but it’s behaving.
Irk is being irksome. I may end up giving notice at the end of August even if I haven’t found something else: two internal resources that I’m very un-impressed with will be available and coming to “help”, and I expect that to be even worse on my nerves that the current situation. They can deal with the shitpile on their own; after all, they were critical in building it. In this sector, finding a job is actually easier if you don’t have a long(ish) notice period. For now I’m counting back to vacation: three weeks to go.
First thing this morning, we take FCD’s car to the shop. The power steering has failed twice in the last week. Dammit.
When we get back, I plan to mow the ditch before it gets stupid hot. Supper will probably be meatloaf. Too early to tell.
Happy Moanday and Happy July!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 75 Amurrkin out and clear (as opposed to murky?) out with a predicted high of 96 and N.O.S. for the day. Gonna be HAWT! The big plan of the day is to spiff da cave and make a bunch of chikin sallit. I do need to go to the :eek:Wally Jr.:eek: to get some bread to make the sammiches tomorrow. When I do that, I’ll go by the produce stand that is nearby and get a watermelon for Thursday’s soiree. What is an Independence Day celebration without watermelon, after all. We shall swipe The General’s sup.
CupCakes in answer to your question from the last MMP, the ECW (Episcopal Church Women for those amongst us who don’t know Whiskypalian acronyms) is in full on reception mode. Of course, anyone they call upon, i.e. moi for chikin sallit, will pitch in and help.
Now I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy demands sustenance. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Moanday Y’all!
Fourth!(I wanted fifth, though.)
caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to work.
Morning all. Up early because I had a thought (no comments spidey). Sent off a letter to my neighbors (don’t have their e-mail) asking them to check my doors and windows to see if there is access to my house (I’m 99.9% sure I locked the front door, but only 80% sure of the back). Just need to know if I can access the house at 10pm (when I get back) or need a hotel room on the 8th and a locksmith on the 9th.
Also up early to go to the US Mint, they start handing out passes at 7am, first tour is at 8am, and if I’m going to do it, t’was best be done early (when there is still parking). From there it’s down to Colorado Springs.
Nava, at least think how you can FUBAR them if they prove to be as noisome as you predict. Revenge is a dish best served cold (Old Klingon proverb)…
Hope they can fix the power steering, Moooomm. I dimly remember learning to drive without power steering, but sure wouldn’t want to do it now.
All y’all take care.
It’s a holiday here where I live. Might get some work done anyway.
The amount of work I get done in a day is usually determined by how my health is going that day.
The car is at the shop. The ditch and the small hills have been mowed. I’ll do the rest next weekend. I’m showered and dressed in semi-respectable clean clothes.
Now what?
<Letter back from Rat’s neighbor> - *
Dear Rat,
Enjoy your vacation. We did find the rear door unlocked so we locked it for you so that no one breaks in while you’re gone. Now you can sleep peacefully for the rest of your vacation knowing that no one can just walk into your house without a key.
Sincerely,
Your Neighbor*
Send me the money that you promised to. You do remember that conversation, don’t you?
I’ve always wondered; just how does one celebrate Canada Day? Is it something like oiur 4th with all the patriotic trappings and big public things or more quiet and with close friends?
Other than that getting ready for my first double this week. Since we seem to have broken our non-aggression pact with FedEx I am wondering it we may get some better volume again or if we’re going to dump more into the UPS system. Today coul;d be interesting in an interesting sort of way.
Howdy Y’all! Been a bzzy past few hours here. Got the chikin and aigs cooked for chikin sallit. Went to the sto’ and also over to the church house cause, duh, stuff must be set up for tomorrow. So went and got my part of that (candles) done. Da cave will get cleanded when I get to it and not a second before. For right now, however, I need a break.
To all Canadian Mumpers
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HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!
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Tonka was laying on an ottoman out on the deck. I went out, and a young raccoon popped it’s head over the edge of the deck. I brought the cat inside. I’ve just noticed the crows have stopped complaining, so the raccoon may be gone now; but Tonka can stay in for a bit. He’s on the back of the couch, keeping me company as I work.
There was a dead armadillo on Markham street, a four lane street in Little Rock.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To show the armadillo it can be done.
Happy Moonday!
It was a cool 66 outside when I took Adam to the vet.
Getting him into the carrier is always a thrilling experience. My son got scratched, I managed to keep a grip on him away from the claws.
Supposed to be N.O.S. with a high of 86 today.
Since it was cool, I got my son to bring some more mulch out front and got a little more done this morning.
According to my search, a bag of mulch weighs 20 pounds. I think that is not correct, I can lift 20 pounds, but I can barely move a bag of mulch.
My son has trouble picking up the bags.
Ripple weighs 45 pounds, I can pick him up, and the bags are heavier than he is.
We have another damn mouse in the house, I saw it run by me last night.
Adam needs to stop carousing around all night, stay in and earn his keep.
As always, lots to do today, so I need to get busy.
You must be confusing yourself with our auto mechanic… $1700 to fix the power steering. Damned computer. IMHO, hydraulic power steering worked fine. Electronic wasn’t needed to replace it. Dammit.
Other than that, it’s a lovely day.
Supper is done. Dishwasher is washing. Thus endeth my weekend. Back to the office in the morning.
Evening all. A day which started out lousy ended up being ok. Got to the Mint at 6:25am (remember, they pass out tickets at 7 and tours start at 8m). Line was already over 100 people long. Pretty soon a guy came along and told me that the earliest tour still available was 2pm. I bugged out, but it cost me $6.00 for parking. Drove to Colorado Springs and decided to use the Cog railway to go to the top of Pikes Peak. Surprise #2 was that the railway is out of action until 2021. Since I’m not likely to walk up and driving up (and back down) a road with 3000-ft drop-offs and no guardrails ain’t my idea of fun, I ended up booking a Gray Line tour (expensive) to take me there…at least if we crash, it won’t be my fault if I die…
After all that, the day got better. Visited the Miramont Castle, which isn’t quite a castle but will do for Colorado, and had lots of historical stuff. After lunch and check in at the hotel, visited the Cave of the Winds and took the tour. Was fun, not quite as good as the caves I will visit in the Black Hills, but an enjoyable afternoon. Cloudy and occasional rain right now, so my timing was pretty good.
Spidey, my neighbors are a lot nicer than you…for that matter, they are a lot nicer than me.
Everybody else, take care and enjoy Canada Day, eh?
I dunno, I don’t really like patriotism.
And my country has been doing some pretty shameful things.