I see what you did there.
I have been wearing progressives for about ten years, and my only complaint has been that I keep touching my face and getting them dirty. Recently (since the rise of the face mask), I’ve switched to multi-focus contacts. I’ve been quite happy with those as well.
It’s cool outside, so the windows are open. Reminds me - I need to switch off the dehumidifier. It’s nonsensical to have it on with the windows open.
As God who I am agnostic about as my witness, I never even thought about that when I typed it.
Gutter guys are here, they have removed the old gutters and will start putting up the new stuff shortly. Also reported that I may have a squirrel infestation, it would explain some noises I hear now and then, if they find an entrance hole I’ll get a hold of a removal company and try to get them relocated.
Press on.
Whew! What a morning!
It was about ten after five, and the coffee was almost done. I was minutes away from starting my long drive to the orifice. I could hear the wind blowing. There was a thump outside, and the power went out. I got a flashlight and went outside to see if the the line to the house had snapped. It hadn’t. I checked the pole out front, and saw nothing amiss. I got my coffee and got in the car. I ran over something in front of the property next door, that was like something poking the underside of my car. I looked in the mirror and saw ‘something’. I could see a wire in the road. I turned around and went back to what I’d run over. I got out of the car and there was a jade-green wire, coiled at the end, and extending to the top of the pole at the intersection. It wasn’t like an insulated wire, but more like a quarter-inch diameter metal wire. I’m guessing the jade-green colour was either a sprayed-on coating, or else oxidised copper.
Anyway, I called 9-1-1. Couldn’t get through. I got back into the car, figuring I’d drive to someplace there might be a better signal. As I got in, the phone rang. It was the 9-1-1 operator calling me back. I realised that Bluetooth was turned on, and that when I was trying to call outside the car, the call was happening inside the car. I made my report of a wire in the road, then turned around to go to irk (not driving over the wire this time).
At the gas station on the Lummi Res, I called Puget Sound Energy and made a report to them. Also, someone at the gas station had a small calico cat on a leash. That was cute.
Started in Smalls, then got moved to Irregs. They had a new batch of noobs. One of the Irreg guys stared yelling “Run! it’s a trap!” when they walked by. 
It’s raining today, but rumor has it it’ll be sunny and warm later. I’ll be calling dad in a bit to see how he’s doing, but until then, work. Which I really don’t want to do. Yesterday I was so numb and foggy my boss cut our development meeting short and instructed me to clear everything off of my calendar and go take a walk, which was super nice. She’s scary smart but also really emotionally intelligent.
All the women I work with are intimidatingly smart. I’m meeting with my boss’s boss today and even though I’ve known the woman for 13 years, I still refuse to go into a one on one with her without at least 30 minutes of prep because I know darn well from experience if I don’t have my shit together I’ll get skewered, both in real time, then hear it from my boss later. Both of them are like Miranda Priestly on steroids, only without the demands for coffee, dog walking or dry cleaning pickup. Thank god I’m so sleep deprived or I’d be more nervous than I already am. Hopefully I make some sort of sense.
I wore progressives for decades but I don’t need no stinkin glasses (except for readers) due to cataract surgery and corrective lenses.
I got a bit more info on my “demotion.” I’m not really demoted, but it appears that soon to be boss’s boss actually listened to me when I talked about retiring next year. Why dump more work on me when I will be leaving? I appreciate the thoughtfulness. That was not sarcastic.
Back from the park at Laurel Grove. We were there about an hour anna half. Roxy had a little girl to play with part of the time, but mostly it was just us. And I think these pants are cursed. There the ones I wore in Cracker Barrel when I got a diet coke bath, and while we were having our picnic, Roxy knocked my water bottle over, soaking my right leg. Fortunately, it was just water, and it dried in no time. But still…
Daughter should be here within 90 minutes to claim her spawn. Then I need to go over to the shop and drive one of the mechs there in the truck to show how the truck shakes. Watch - it won’t do it. If I could be assured it wasn’t a safety issue, I’d just ignore it. So we shall see what happens.
And tomorrow, FCD goes to Baltimore to see his surgeon - or the PA - not sure which. I’m driving because technically, he’s not supposed to drive, even tho he has a few times. For all that he bitches about his parents not listening to their doctors, apparently that rule doesn’t apply to him. 
I’m guessing it’s genetic.
For now, a little bit of chillage. All that fresh air kicked my butt!
So TODAY I’ll go for my real appointment. It’s just a lab appointment: the oncologist appointment is Friday. He’s very nice and it’s just a routine checkup, so I’m not dreading it.
The sun is valiantly trying to poke through between the clouds. It clearly hasn’t read the weather forecast, which is for clouds and rain with possible thunderstorms–We rarely get those here, and I miss them. Not looking forward to walking to the appointment in rain, but that’s why God made umbrellas.
I don’t wear glasses, which don’t work for me due to the corneal issues, but my sister and SIL wear bifocals. After cataract surgery, they don’t need the distance part, but neither wants the hassle of reading glasses, so they opted for bifocals with no power in the rest of the lenses. Can those be progressives?
wordy, hope the meeting goes well. You strike me as very bright. If you start feeling shaky, just imagine the brilliant Army of Dopers standing behind you, arms crossed, each with one eyebrow cocked superciliously at boss’s boss. Gotcher back, wordy.
flyboy, yikes! That’s quite the scary experience! Glad you’re OK. What was the thump you heard–the wire hitting your house? What caused it to fall? I keep picturing a very surprised obese squirrel.
FCM, are they white pants? I think white pants have a special magnetic attraction that causes spills. Don’t wear them when eating spaghetti. That’s my family’s rule. 
Not scary, but annoying. I’m not sure what was thumped. It wasn’t a wire coming to the house. I don’t think it was an energised wire anyway. It did have an end that looked singed, but I have an idea it was a ground wire or lightning wire or something. (I’ll have to ask in GQ.) I hope the thump wasn’t it hitting the Jeep, which is parked with its nose to the pole. I don’t think it was. I’m guessing the ‘thump’ was the sound of it coming off the pole, or maybe there was some sort of electrical discharge upon separation.
That’s what’s so annoying; not being there to find out stuff. (Also resetting the clocks and turning off the microwave oven’s beeper.)
ETA: Squirrels would get fried on the other pole in front of the house on a regular basis. But the power company put up a more skookum fuse and they haven’t blown the power in a couple/few years.
Oh man! Yes, definitely. I can’t be that old, right?
Oof. It’s gonna be a looooooooooong week.
Made a pumpkin pie from frozen pumpkin and and frozen (homemade) pie crust. Most difficult part was opening the can of evaporated milk. Neither hubby nor I are able to get along with a can opener.
Weather people say it’s the wettest and coldest spring in (checks the article) 50 years. I can believe it, but I just heard thunder. In May. That’s also odd.
Now waiting for pie.
Awwww, thank you. I only needed to think about the Army of Dopers once when she asked an especially hard question, but then I came up with a brilliant (ha) answer. And then I promptly messaged my boss to give her a heads up that I’d given her boss ideas, because when her boss gets ideas they turn into Big Things that we sometimes have to dial back.
Believe it or not, they’re black jeans! They just seem to attract spillage.
We ordered Chinese for supper, but I had to pick it up from the place in Leonardtown, since the delivery place is closed on Tuesdays. Dammit. We both decided the place in Leonardtown just isn’t that good - it used to be the not-too-terrible Chinese place, but I think it’s now off the list. And the place that delivers has a dining room, should we decide to go there some day.
After supper, I finished the last bit of wall painting. Now to deal with trim and maybe the ceiling?? Theoretically, I’ll finish all painting this weekend. But now, chillage.
Howdy Y’all! So, this mornin’ I get all purtified and dressed in appropriate public attire. Just before I left da cave, my two functionin’ brain cells bumped into each other causin’ me to remember that Neighbors In Need is open Monday, Wednesday, and Firday and that today is not one of those three days. However, Diet Poopsies were acquired, so there’s that. Sigh, another step closer to the home, I reckon.
I put off the mowage til today. It was mostly successful. My elderly riding mower decided that steering wasn’t an important part of operation during the last pass. I bought the thing from a buddy for $100 probably 10 years ago, and it has operated fine for that time, well except for the tire that needs to be replaced, but i can’t get the lug nuts loose…I bring a bicycle pump along for the ride. I just looked at the manual (yup my friend is the kind of guy who keeps manuals) and it is a 1977 model.
So I had the fun task of getting a mower back into the garage with no steering. Answer, put it in slow, walk beside it, and steer by grabbing the front wheels and shoving the wheels in the right direction. Blades off…I’m not crazy.
Finished up with the push mower.
My current pair are progressives, but like swampy I prefer the old-style bifocals – I’m constantly taking the new ones off to read things. Have to admit the first time I went downstairs wearing bifocals was an unpleasant shock; I quickly learned that if I was wearing the glasses I had to actually tilt my head so I was still looking through the upper part of the lens to go down stairs, rather than just looking through the lower part of the lens.
I’m another with lined tri-focals who prefers lines to progressives.
Irked, came home, walked the dog, swept and et supper. Once KP is done, it’s puttering around in the studio.
Stay safe and healthy ya’ll!
Walked to hospital lab, got jabbed. Went to gym, worked out. Walked to P.O., mailed stuff.
The sun beat the weather service, and it’s been sunny all day, despite the 70% chance of rain. Dammit, I do NOT want another fire season like last summer’s. Heat + no A/C + smoke=sheer misery. And then there’s the bigger issue of danger to people, critters, and possessions.
@swampy, I’m admitting this strictly so you don’t feel as awkward about getting days mixed up. After doing all that stuff above, I got home and discovered my yoga pants have been inside-out all day. Luckily my shirt covered the tag, and there are no seams to show, but still…
wordy, sounds like you did great at the meeting. Not that I’m surprised. Wouldn’t it be great if we adults could earn badges like Scouts do? You’d have your Smartypants badge, your Dealing with Difficult Bosses-of-Bosses badge, your Parent of Teens Survival badge, among many others.
VanGo, that sounds like zero fun. Are you going to spring for a new (to you) mower, or can you get parts for the vintage one? I love that you have a push mower.
Evening all. After more than a month of remembering to take my pills first thing in the morning, I forgot until after lunch, so had to wait to get an empty stomach again. Pills have been taken but now I need to wait an hour for their magic (whatever it is) to take effect. So late Mac-n-Cheese night.
Soccer was practiced with a little bit of rain, nothing heavy enough to stop practice, but just enough to get things wet. Taught the boys the ‘forbidden’ art of heading the soccer ball, they are not allowed to do it in games at this age (concussion worries), but a few soft tosses with softened soccer balls aren’t going to hurt.
Gutters are installed and look good. Guys went over and above in making things good, left a good review or two for them on several websites.
wordy, yeah on the meeting. Ya done good, and we’re here to be proud of you.
VanGo, sounds like you got your money’s worth out of that machine–is it worth fixing or will you look for another deal?
Flyboy, yikes! Hearing your car run over anything isn’t a pleasant feeling and with power down and a wire under the car, you had to have a few bad seconds. Glad it wasn’t anything major.
wet one, nice that you have bosses that can actually plan ahead; not a common thing, I can tell you.
OK, watch a little TeeVee and then comes the pasta and cheese. All y’all take care.
Di was burgers with roasted jalapenos and chipolte cheddar cheese, potato wedges, and corn on the cob with lime cilantro compound butter. Watching more hockey.
glad it well.