There is something about a Sportie. I know a lot that crash, some that get cranky like mine has, and a few that get parked and forgotten. It’s just not one you see with a 100k patch on the seat. I’ll say a prayer for it and tell you to suggest he get a trike next.
When Gramma Rose was in her 90s she developed a taste for straight limburger straight out of the package; just two fingers to spoon it in with. Heck, at a certain age you just thank God you got them around no matter what they eat or what their breath smells like. It still comes out as love.
Or worse, a Can-am. Sorry, but they look like motorcycles on training wheels to me. :o
In other news, the kamikaze is now dead. @#$%&* stink bug buzzed me; won’t ever do that again! <Squish> :eek:
If you do a street view on our house (address available to most Mumpers on request) you may notice our mailbox. We had those usual flimsy things city folks hang next to their doors but after busting about 2 year for 10 years this old boy decided to go one heavier. OK – a few hundred heavier. But anything worth doing is worth overdoing. I cut a couple lengths of boilerplate and bent them into L brackets, case hardened them, and mounted this large rural box onto the affair. Since the brackets are lagged into the main frame for that part of the house, that damn box may be the last thing standing. And I could live with that idea.
All of our exams have an invigilator - it’s their job to make sure the exam starts and finishes on time, and everything runs smoothly. They also have to read out the relevant announements about exam conduct and suchlike. Not a very exciting job, and it means they have to spend the entire 2-3hrs of the exam in the room without a break
In other news, my mum is off to the hospital physical terrorist on Wednesday morning. She’s looking forward to that because she wants to see some improvement in her hand but she’s not getting very far with the few exercises she already has. I hope they manage to find something good for her to try out because her hand is still swollen and painful, but she is very frustrated about it.
Welcome, Auggie - did someone remind you to bring beer, chocolate and cookies…and to run away if anyone offers you the key to room 124?
Spousal unit and I mock those silly vehicles every time we see one. To me they scream “Uncoordinated biker wanna-be!!!”
As for mailboxes, a neighbor in FL got tired of the box bashing, so he had one built - formed from 1/4" steel plate and mounted as substantially, but painted plain black like any mailbox you’d get from the hardware store. I expect the first kid who tried to smash it in was also the last to pull that stunt.
Anyway, good morning! Taz got thirsty at a ridiculous hour and I finally got up around 4 and turned on a trickle of water in the guest bathroom. He left us alone after that. Idiot cat. When I fell back to sleep, I dreamed that my daughter was going to attend Princeton. No, she’s never expressed an interest. I doubt she knows anything about Princeton. And in the dream, I never found out anything more because some idiot I worked with (in the dream, of course) had a modem that allowed him to intercept my cell calls, and he was being an ass talking over us. Then the alarm went off…
I’ve got the first load of clothes in the washer, and at least 1 more will follow. It’s supposed to get close to 90° today and that translates to good drying weather. Once all the clothes are hanging out, I’ll grab a book and my folder of important papers and head to the MVA to camp out till I get my title. Since I have no idea how long that will take, I’ve made no other plans.
Room 124 is the, uh, executive… bathroom! Yeah, that’s it! Here’s your key, Auggie.
Sorry to hear about your mum, BooFae. I’ve had physical terrorism for my knee and it works for a while, but then it doesn’t and my knee hurts again. It works well when it does work (especially when it involves electrotherapy and heat and massage), but it’s frustrating when you do all that work and it doesn’t do squat. Best of luck to your mum.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffeinated, and purtified for irk even so no YAWN ‘Tis 72 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 91 for the day. We’re goin’ out for brekkie in a bit, just as soon as OYKW finishes up purtification. He wants to take some cookies to irk so we shall break fast at the Cookie Shoppe. YUM!
My father used rebar and a railroad tie as a mailbox post because he got tired of folks runnin’ over the mailbox at the house where I grew up. There was a curve in the road and people would misjudge the curve and whomp the mailbox from time to time. The first time it happened after dad did that the post stayed in place and put a big dent in the front bumper of the truck that hit the post. After that, folks tended to slow down around that curve.
Ok, OYKW is now all beautified so we shall head out for brekkie and the wonders of irk. At least I get to stay local today. I shall be in the orifice most of the mornin’ and have to go do some more monitorin’ (hence the exotic travels of late) this afternoon but around town so there’s that.
My phone definitely shit the bed. The sprog was able to resurrect it long enough for me to back it up, but that’s about it. I went to the nice ATT&T store and got a 5s to replace my 5. (I wanted a 6, but Airman [del]would have killed me[/del] would have been displeased. I’d rather be happily married than have the latest gadget.) I also got $70 for the old phone from one of those kiosks.
There are three things that suck: Changing purses, changing computers, and changing phones. :mad:
Have been trying to put together a website on Squarespace. It’s not as easy as they like to pretend.
I was a website designer for a long time, but the technology has gone way past what I used to do and now I would struggle to catch up, so I’ve fallen back on a modular site instead, it’s cheap, fast, modern, and reliable.
But what a bugger of a CMS it has. Too fancy for its own good. In its attempt to be fully featured, it’s gotten near unusable.
Score another customer service victory!! I returned the pantsuit I’d ordered for my niece’s wedding because it was defective, but when they credited my account, they charged me the $7.50 restocking fee. Now, I could understand that if it was just a return, but had the garment been made correctly, I would not have had to return it, therefore I didn’t think it was fair that they charge me. So I emailed them to complain, and I just saw that they credited me my $7.50 - not a huge amount, but still, my money. So yay! And I didn’t even have to take the **BBBobbio **approach. I just stated the facts and asked for my money back.
I feel like I’ve reached the home stretch in my music arrangement. Only one more movement (section) to arrange, though it is the biggest of all the movements. (Haha, “movement.”) Then I will have finished… the first draft. It’s a big job.
I injured my tongue yesterday, so I’m foregoing coffee in favour of soda water this morning. Sadly, I won’t be able to practice the clarinet today. Luckily I can still play the piano without my tongue. Keep getting my socks stuck in my piano though. Heh.
Well, that was entertainin. A transformer blew just after I arrived at irk. I heard a big KA*BOOM and then no electricicals. Kudos to the city of Albeeny, specifically, Water, Gas, & Light for gettin’ it all fixed within the hour! Nuttin’ like an earth shatterin’ KA*BOOM to start the day!
Midget sorry for the ouchie tongue.
MOOOOOOM like I always say, yay for small victories.
Blurf, with a big ol’ serving on the side of harrumph.
Odd and entertaining dreamage last night of a non-lurid nature. The plot harkened back to my fireman/EMT days, but I won’t elaborate because the word count to stupidity ratio is way too high. Extreme synopsis: it involved chasing stupid people out of a hazmat situation.
Many times, I got to explain the hazmat mantra: “The rule of thumb is that if you can’t cover the entire scene with your thumb held at arm’s length, then you’re too damned close.”
Fluffy and I had a lovely afternoon and evening. But this morning I find I have no spoons, and she’s still asleep. And since she has plans with Aunt Mom this evening, it’s going to be a short do nothing day.
It rained on my laundry, but the clouds are going away and sun is imminent. I’ve taken care of the title - just gotta wait 2 weeks for it to be mailed to me. Now, all we need is a buyer - OK, that dealer in PA is still a possibility, but I’ve kept my ads on line, just in case.
Gotta run an errand for FCD, and I may go to the Amish market by the library for some strawberries, since my berry lady hasn’t come back this year, dammit. That’s for later. I think I’ll combine erranding with getting lunch out, just because.
