I remember the first page I ever received, back in the stone age of little black pagers with LCD number only displays.
It was set to vibrate and clipped to my belt. It went off and I landed about 4 feet to my right. 
When did I get arthritis in my shoulders? Hell when did I get so old? Ain’t for sissies!
Speaking of getting old, I don’t know if this is a mini-rant or a truly major rant, but it appears that I am, in fact, getting old(er).
I mentioned in CS that I refilled my BBQ propane tank today and there are all kinds of grilling adventures in the works. What I didn’t mention is that when I arrived at the propane place, there was the usual sign to “press button for attendant”. So I did. Except, due apparently to incipient senility, instead of the green “Call” button I pressed the bright red “Emergency Off” button, which promptly latched in place. I was lucky it didn’t automatically summon the fire department.
They managed to get that sorted out and filled my tank. Back home, my final task was to lift it up to position it on the hook thingie of my Weber barbecue. It was something I used to do without a second thought, but today I had to carefully position and brace myself and exert enormous effort to manage to do it. And I think this is the first summer that I’m going to have to hire a landscaping service just for basic tasks like lawnmowing. I’ve already been using the same guy for winter snowplowing.
I note that my next door neighbour must have a similar problem (he’s about my age), but he solved that one by buying a lawn tractor (a very loud one, natch!). I don’t have nearly enough lawn to justify such a thing. I see that he’s been graciously doing my front lawn, too, but it’s the back yard that’s a major pain!
My kid pitches everything I feed him onto the floor. I just gave him falafel, orange slices, carrot slices and crackers and I don’t know if he even ate any of it. How is he even alive when most of his food ends up on the linoleum? Sometimes he’ll just give me a cold, deliberate stare, to make sure I’m reeeealy paying attention, and then… thwip. And of course the second I get him down from the high chair, he goes to town on the floor food.
Are you sure he’s not a cat? 
My rant. Delivery drivers that leave packages right in front of, and up against, a storm door that opens outward.
Hey, if they get the correct door, they’re doing better than a lot of delivery drivers in my area.
It is amazing how little food small children can eat and yet continue to not only function but flourish. Scientists are stumped.
Of my siblings progeny, the two that are the tallest (6’6"+) are the two that had the worst diets (my son was forced to at least occasionally eat eat ‘real’ food), but my nephew seriously survived mostly on mac and cheese for a significant portion of his life. Don’t know if my brother at least forced a multi-vitamin down him every day, but beyond I have no idea how either survived, much less grew so much. I did notice that they were the only two with severe acne problems.
At least four elections ago we went from fancy-schmancy electronic voting machines to ones where you fill out a scantron like piece of paper & then feed it into a machine (like the feeder on a copier) which counts it electronically & also saves the piece of paper inside the machine so that they can go back & manually confirm the vote count, if necessary. Thanks, electile dysfunction!
I filled out my ballot yesterday in the private booth then walked over to the machine where the ‘nice’ poll worker helped me feed it into the machine. Not only is it not brand new, nor that hard to figure out even it it was my first time using it but by taking my paper & feeding it in, it could have seen what I voted for. For this election I don’t really care as it was only ballot questions but way to (potentially) intimidate voters & take out privacy away.
I’m thinking I should have said something; what say you?
& while were at it, can we go to open primaries; it would probably produce better, more centrist candidates who might be willing to work with the other party instead of being labeled a turncoat or traitor when they try to do something bipartisan.
My sister’s line was, “My mother’s floor is so clean you can eat off of it; of course, you can eat off of my floor too given there’s so much food down there.”
In the precinct where I worked as a judge (clerk), ballots were always shielded by an opaque carrier folder when handed to the judge to be inserted into the ballot box for later counting, so that wouldn’t have happened. However I would have expected that any voter could have at any time noted my name on my official badge and could have reported any perceived improprieties to a supervisor or the election commission.
Perhaps before you vote next you could contact the elections office and share your concerns for your privacy. I think that would be quite reasonable.
I just wish the UPS guy would ring the doorbell. This is the second perishable food delivery that sat in the hot sun for an hour before I knew it was there.
Yeah, I have that problem with Amazon (I don’t get perishables from them, though). I don’t find out a delivery has arrived until I get an email about it.
That was my first thought!
So, hubs is still running a fever and coughing his lungs out, but after he’s spent the last four days in bed his back is hurting so much that he can barely shuffle to the bathroom. The cats are loving having a blast furnace in their bed, I’m not nearly as happy.
And I am so pissed off its not funny. We have saved up and invested for retirement. We have plans and dreams. If he fucking dies of COVID because he’s an idiot anti-vax trumper, I will never forgive him.
I swear to gord, I am going to lovingly nurse him back to health just so he knows just why I am killing him. He’s too sick to kill now, the jerk.
Damn, I’ve been complaining about this forever. Sometimes I actually have to go out the back door and around the house to retrieve a package.
I have an electric gate at the end of my driveway (we’re rural, on a fairly busy small road, and I have lots of animals).
The heavier the package, the more certain it is that the delivery driver WILL drop it over the gate so that it sits right at the sweet spot for preventing the gate from opening.
That’s when my neighbors get to watch my nearly 60 yo not-svelte self climb in. Sounds easy? Well, the gate is wire filled and the opening arm shouldn’t really have that much more weight on it. The fence itself is wood posts with what’s called no-climb wire, and it’s topped with a flexible rail. (Visual fence cue, won’t shatter if a horse hits it). It’s a bitch to climb, and the only way to get a toehold is to do it barefoot and fast.
It ain’t pretty! 
I mean, thanks I guess for putting it in a somewhat safe place, but … yeesh.
hell my delivery drivers just throw it down in front of the door and bellow "delivery behind them on the way back to the truck ,
Did you know it’s possible to get a stye in the inside of your eyelid? It is! And I have one! And it hurts and is annoying! And I forgot to stop by the pharmacy to pick up the antibiotic ointment after I left the clinic yesterday so I have to wait until I get off work today to get it.