Mornin’ all. It’s the crack of 10am as I start driveling. It’s a beautiful nearly clear day with a few puffies. The downside is NWS says it’s 68/20 right now although it’ll eventually become a more tolerable 79/26.
Went to bed late and happily slept in a bit. My room is decently dark at night, but by sunrise it’s plenty bright to trigger wakeup. I’ve recently adopted the habit of sleeping with a mask when I go to bed late, and that helps make for a full night’s sleep no matter when it starts vs sunrise. Solo retirement is nice about not following a clock. Hotels had excellent blackout curtains and I never felt the need for a mask back when I was working. Now, it’s kinda handy.
Today will be soaking up some sun someplace once the air temp gets tolerable. Then having happy hour w car pal, details TBD, and we’re gonna try not to get out of hand, as both of us have more to do.
As to y’all …
That sort of summarizes my understanding of MI as well.
The insides of supply pipes slowly accumulate dissolved minerals. They stick to the pipe better they stay dissolved in water. Every bit of that “ick” is the excess that didn’t make it into your faucet. The pipes are helping, not hurting, your water purity.
When I ran the condo we had a slow-motion water supply failure once. The plumbers dug up a long section of 6" cast iron supply piping. The accumulated minerals had reduced the open cross section to about 1" in diameter. Which isn’t enough water supply for ~100 people. Nothing wrong with the water quality. But it did make an impressive picture.
When you have to pinch, you have to pinch somewhere. No silliness there. There are various filtering water pitchers available even with their kinda-expensive refills that are far cheaper on a per serving basis than bottled water. Of course nothing is cheaper than free, and if you can honestly cadge enough from work, that’s the best deal going.
At work we always got a big water bottle from the galley before departure. It’s amazing how often another bottle was needed shortly before arrival and had one swig taken from it before we got off the jet. So it was therefore trash that couldn’t be left for the next pilot nor returned to the galley. So we took it to the hotel or home. Darn. The company kept bitching that that was theft and verboten, but exactly zero of the pilots or FAs listened to that noise. IOW: I get it.
I’m reminded of a tasteless backlash joke / bumper sticker from the early 1970s. Which was before ADA was passed, long before blue reserved parking spaces or curb cut ramps existed, but during the early days of organized consciousness-raising by the handicapped community for more awareness and better treatment for them.
Hire the handicapped
They’re fun to watch
Yeah, but you’re nocturnal. He (and I) are not.
About 9pm we’re yawning and thinking about wrapping up and going to bed soon, not starting a 6-hour culinary extravaganza. Imagine starting this project yourself at about 5am and you’ve got about the idea.
But I will say his sauce this morning is tres wonderful.
I suspect it was more like:
Spot: < “Good God, Man! What ghastly spicing have you chosen this time? I suppose if you added enough caviar on top I could be troubled to taste it.”>
Me: “Yes, your Majesty. Right away your Majesty.” < bowing and scraping as you back out of the Royal Presence >
Gnawin’s and cravin’s are not to be questioned. Bon appetit!
I’m not limited to fish today, but somehow you’ve set me to mind of a different disreputable but yummy fast food experience for lunch: Rally’s (now Checkers) infamous Big Buford n’ fries. Ideally gotten from the scruffiest location in the county. Which conveniently isn’t too far away.
Thank you, you’re an inspiration to all!
Oh yeah. I’m 65, and this month is my 10th anniversary in Florida, so an obvious milestone for comparison.
I’m not nearly the guy I used to be. Thinking back to what it took to house hunt and move and etc. then, that’d be a much harder task today. And it feels like my 60yo (so halfway since then) condition was a lot closer to my 55yo condition than it is to my 65yo condition. I’m over the hill and definitely picking up speed.
Which is why I’m running like mad to get my major unfilled life needs accomplished while I still can.
I love your custom title. Ausgezeichnet!
FCM: Best of luck w laundry and kids. Soon enough they’ll be able to help, not “help”. As to MIL, not much to say. It’s gonna keep happening and getting back to sleep will remain hard. {{Hugs}}.
Happy seasonal christening of the boat. As a former boat owner myself I know just how good that feels. Although as one of my dockmates memorably put it one year:
Congrats on the start of “working on the boat” season. If that ends before the snow starts, then it’ll be “playing with the boat” season.
Uggh! Good luck on beating that clock this year.
I know you know this but the reason is clear. The other workers are procrastinators and you are their rescuer.
Sounds excellent. You know your situation and I don’t, but maybe the current house doesn’t need as much, or as difficult, fixing as you at first think.
Good luck with that. Hope you can get some mental rest somehow.
As to me again …
It’s an hour later net of interruptions and now my time’s up. Need to feed. May have that Buford as my “brunch”; they’ll be open by the time I could get sheveled and go there.
Happy Firday, and happy Good Friday to those who celebrate.
Cheers all!!
There’s no telling when I’ll be back there – last week was the first time since October – so I’ll go get it before tomorrow’s volunteer-related event. It’ll mean going ~30 min out of my way, but at least I’ll already be out and about. And it’ll help kill some of the time between my personal training session and the event.
Time to finish these replies and put my laundry in the dryer, and maybe check in with Wife BFF. And continue keeping an eye out for the trash guys.