Bad bad bad silent beck

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’m glad I’m silent. I know it’s hard to believe.
But I keep my mouth shut in most situations.

I can talk to the grandkids pretty well, they don’t judge.
(Well, the 10 year old might be starting to.)
My dog doesn’t judge. He just loves me.
The cats? They don’t judge. They convict, first and foremost.

People are frightening. As soon as you think you know them, they turn on a heel and throw crap on you. Like monkeys in a zoo.

No one knows. No one asks. No one gives two shits what you think. If you talk and tell them they pat themselves on the back and say, “Oh, I’m so much more smarter than you”
Then preach, push, slap you back into their submission. And boast of their cleverness.

Bigger person, my left eye.

Small people, small minds. I always say.

So I keep my mouth shut. I don’t have to deal with that.
I’m fine inside my mind.

Yeah, I’m telling that to the therapist this week.

I know what she’ll say, before I tell her. “Put yourself out there, Beck. The whole world isn’t against you”

Maybe, I just won’t speak to her, after all.

She’ll write in her book the same thing. Beck isn’t complying.
I’m a serial non-comply-er.
Any kinda therapy. It just rubs me wrong.

Yeah, I’m just fine inside my head.

You think I’m beat back. You just keep thinking that.
'Cause I’ll shut up. I’m good at it. Years of practice.

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We all have our tools to deal with fools. If what’s working for you, stick to it.

I’m also non-confrontational. But sometimes, something needs said. As a big guy, that lives remote, I rarely have to deal with the random asshole.

The random asshole right now is the County Public Works Department (I work for a different county). They have been promising to replace the culvert at the bottom of my drive (that they destroyed by the way) for over a year now. Nothing happens. Since I’m having other work done (retaining wall) I’m just going to have my contractor replace it.

I’m done fighting with them. Ain’t worth the grief.

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Sympathize, completely.

We’ve long ago quit asking them for anything. The piece of county road I have to use after my roads ends is in terrible shape.
My husband and son keep our road in good shape. The county won’t allow we work on their short piece. Some lawsuit crap.

So it has gone without any maintenance for well over 5 years.
I’ve driven worse roads, not many.
Hate that stuff.

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Silence is golden. There is a shining ray of golden light beaming down on you.

OK, so we are doing culverts also?

When I moved into my house it was the last house to have a ditch. No sidewalks or curbs - any runoff went in the ditch. When the ditch went under my driveway it went into a culvert and headed for Lake Erie. It was a deep ditch at that point, maybe 3 feet deep and 6 feet wide. I did not like it so I asked the city if I could put in a culvert pipe. They gave me a list of what to buy and they would install it and landscape for free. So I bought 70 feet of 12" steel culvert, a tee and a 12" round iron surface grate. All was great.

Many years later the state widened the road a bit and put in curbs and sidewalks. Because there was a surface drain next to my driveway, they installed a new one. This is a mighty grate about 2 feet square set in a wide concrete riser. Mind you, I have a curb now so the drain is 8" higher then the road. But the master plan already called for a surface drain at the other side of my yard. For some reason they put that one in on the house side of the sidewalk. And the iron grate is down about 20" so they funneled the dirt to allow for good water flow. Except there is no water flow. To this day nary a drop of water has entered those drains and I have to be careful while mowing the yard so the mower doesn’t tip into the deep drain.

But I’m silent about it.

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Nicest thing I’ve heard today.
Thank you. :slightly_smiling_face:

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It is hard to believe! I’d bet somehow you are the Queen I of your domain and rule the roost using other ways and means

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Yeah. I know these guys are overworked and underpaid. They snowplow our road with a 6x6 articulated grader. A ~ 12 foot blade on the front, and also a wing blade on the side and the standard blade on a grader.

Our road is basically dirt, and whatever the Rocky Mountains throw at it. BUT. It’s a dedicated county road.

I will plow the road a few times a year because they are so busy. Personal plow trucks are good, and can do it, but it beats the hell out of my truck.

One time the county turned a grader around in my driveway messing up my retaining wall (backed into it). :unamused: They are not supposed to do that.

I did not complain. I did not see the damage until the spring. And I’m not a lawsuit type of person. Ya just deal with it. I’m putting up a retaining wall of 3 foot boulders. They will notice that. :smiling_imp:

Life at altitude and snow, is wonderful, but can be incredibly difficult. I chose to live here. So I deal.

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Exactly.

We see, we deal. Move on.

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Yeah. I see it the same way. Life comes with hazards. Doesn’t matter where you live. Ameliorate them as best as you can.

This can apply to pretty much anything. From a game of chess, to a plumbing leak.

10

“Your Majesty is like Bat Piss!”

That was one of Wilde’s…

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Python always ruins my good feelings😑

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Howz the Mud-Bug Boil?

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Boiling in my tummy at the moment.

Aaaccckkk. Too much spice. :fire:

Like Lays, you can’t eat just one!

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If the contractor itemizes, you could ask the county for a claim form and see how that goes.

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I’m with you on the dogs and cats. But Rocco, our Congo African Grey Parrot is kinda judgmental. By choosing who & what to mimic he appears to judge.

Rocco spends a lot of time with me. Apparently I say certain things in a slightly whiny voice throughout the day. I let the dogs out and call them back. Loki takes her time returning to the house. Rocco mimics me calling Loki in and I’m ashamed to admit that I sound more whiny than I want to.

In my defense, I sometimes have action going on in the kitchen that demands my attention so I want Loki to return now.

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Unfortunately I know how that would go. “We told you we where going to do it”. Yeah, you told me alright. Again, and again, and again.

And the plain truth of it is I just want the damn thing done. Winter is right around the corner, and I have some other things to do as well.

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For the last 10pm potty call, I have started hooking Dixie to Hickory. Dixie will wander around and not come back for quite a while. I don’t feel like standing around, yelling into the night to a deaf dog, letting bugs in the house every time I open the door to do so. Also don’t want her to get et by Mr. Coyote. Hickory is a Bowling Ball and wants to get in her bed. Dixie doesn’t stand a chance. She returns now.