January 17, 2017

Four O'clock and All is Well

I don't know why I woke up a smidgen after four this morning. I know I tossed and turned, flipped the pillow, pulled the sheets and blankets on and then off, and then continually repeated the process until I gave up and got up just before five o'clock. The first cup of coffee is down to the dregs and I have read through the political and news sites that make up my Internet day.

We are in the midst of decidedly spring-like weather. No matter, I find myself deep into the I-need-a-vacation mindset. I don't think the vacation day I'm taking in a few weeks to get a colonoscopy will alleviate the longing for a day or two off work. Somehow I do not believe having a tube crammed up the exit-only hole serves as an adequate substitute for warm sun, palm trees, or ocean waves.

Maybe I should change the background on my computer from scenes from Hawaii to one that depicts gray skies, brown grass, leafless trees, and black dirty mounds of old snow in strip mall parking lots. A dose of reality may be what I need.

January 16, 2017

Once again I fail to come up with an attention grabbing title

That was a wasted weekend. I am not sure where it went. We took the granddaughter to a Winnie-the-Pooh event at the local parks department Sunday. I walked three plus miles yesterday morning. We also...and...yeah, I have no idea. It was that kind of a lost weekend.  I do know there was no beer, cigars, or nookie involved in the time wasting. I read some. I watched TV. We didn't even go anywhere. It was a true lost weekend.

I know John Lewis got the shit kicked out of him during the march to Selma. I know he was a friend of MLK. I know he bled for Civil Rights. Those facts do not make him right all of the time. He is not immune to criticism. Disagreeing with him does not make me a racist, hate-filled bigot.

Someone needs to turn off Trump's twitter account. Please? No matter who gets elected president half the country is going to disagree with him or her. Engaging in middle school spats over every criticism is pathetic. Pick your battles, Mr. Trump.

Today is my Dad's birthday. He is 79.

My work phone is signaling I have incoming emails. Work becons. Have a good Monday.

January 15, 2017

Chuck that plan into the trash

It looks like I won't be running away to join the circus. Ringing Brothers is shutting it down. It is not like I was really going to try and join the circus anyway. Shoveling crap is pretty much my only circus-related skill. I have not been to a circus since I was a kid, so I do not have a nostalgic fascination with the big top either. Still, the circus is an iconic entertainment that will soon be gone from  our culture. Oh well, I am not a big fan of clowns anyway. If your skill is performing in a circus, where do you get another job when the circus closes down? There is not a big demand for high wire acts or sticking your head in a lion's mouth in corporate America.

The freezing rain that had the StormTeam/ScareTeam on high alert never materialized. We had rain, not a lot. It was more like a drizzle on and off. The temperatures hovered right around freezing, so the coating of ice mostly melted as soon as it formed. The weather lady is calling for a very warm week this week with temperatures pushing sixty. This is a crazy January. I don't mind telling you I am digging this global warming.

I was clearing away the supper dishes last night when I noticed he biggest yellow cat I have ever seen was looking at me through my patio door. Why he was there I don't know. He must have scaled the privacy fence. When I started towards the door he took off into the night. His presence may explain why I haven't seen the chipmunks running around in a while. I thought they were just hibernating.

I hope you have a great Sunday.

January 14, 2017

Example 5,560 of why this blog needs a better writer at the controls

The freezing rain that was predicted for last night was a no-show. I don't write that with any glee. I do not want to taunt Mother Nature. I could live with people who do not live near me getting iced. I just don't want it. Sorry if it is you. I don't feel too bad, you would wish it on me in your stead. It is OK.

I keep hearing Democrats claim Trump is not a legitimate President. What the Hell does that mean? He won the election. There is no evidence of election vote fraud by the Russians. They released emails from poorly protected server at the DNC. No one has disputed the content of the emails. If the truth cost Hillary the election, I really don't know what to say.

Did you read the Politico story about the info Clinton allegedly got about Trumps campaign manager from the Ukraine? It forced him out. Funny how no one is crying about the Ukrainians trying to subvert the election. Look it up yourself, I don't want homework on a Saturday. Edit: There, now quit complaining

My coffee cup is empty, time for a refill. That is as good a reason to wrap this up as any. Have a great weekend.

Additional edit:  it has started raining. I knew I shoulda kept quiet.

January 13, 2017

What happened to the classic panatela cigar?

How did Friday get here already? It has been another week on the road featuring anonymous hotels, indifferent food, and lousy weather. The Windy City lived up to its nickname. I will not bore you further with details.

The weather is forecasted to be lousy this weekend with doses of freezing rain and ice to hit repeatedly starting this evening and lasting through Sunday. I can live with snow. Ice just sucks. I hope it stays warm enough that we just get rain. The ground is saturated now, but low level flooding beats the heck out of ice-covered roads.

I am trying to decide of a donut run is in order this morning, or if I should just be a good boy. I know my coffee mug needs refilled.

I bet this outstanding post has you on the edge of your chair, your hands gripping your laptop, mouse, or tablet in excitement, anticipation, and bladder-clinching trepidation. Or not.

Enjoy your Friday.

January 11, 2017

Shrimp gumbo, shrimp soup, shrimp cocktail, shrimp showers

I'm not a tall man.

No, I am not channeling my inner Forrest Gump,

OK, maybe I am. I rewatched the movie the other night. In my head I wrote that line in a Gumpian voice.

But I am not tall. I am just a shade over 5'9". That makes me considerably shorter than your typical NBA star, and just a bit shorter than the average height of American males, which is 5'10".

All of this makes me wonder who designed the shower in my hotel room? I had to bend down to wash my hair this morning. The shower head was at my shoulder height. I cannot imagine how a tall person would manage. I got the king bed. Apparently that package comes with a prince-sized shower.

January 10, 2017

Are you laughing?

This is an example of tolerance we have come to expect from the left. You know, those who call anyone who disagrees with them racists hate filled bigots.

What the hell is wrong with people?

Knee deep in swamp water

Way back in history, not even a decade ago, the Democrats swept the Republicans out of office capturing the White House , the Senate and the House. This electoral landslide should remind us all that political power is fleeting. This particular election of 2008 should be a reminder to the current GOPers in control of what took them from power eight years ago. There was the wars in Iran and Iraq. There was W's maddening failure to defend himself. And there was mass defections of voters in the Republican Party, mostly over the profligate spending in Congress. I opined at the time that the Republicans spent like drunken sailors, only their excess was an insult to inebriated mariners. Remember the famous "bridge to nowhere"? I wrote at the time that if Republicans were going to spend like Democrats, the voters might as well elect the real thing.

It is with concern that I read that Congressional Republicans are fighting to remove the ban on earmarks. These are little spending projects politicians throw into the budget to get funding for special projects back home; a library here, a new highway there. It all sounds great, but the process was abused and used to pay back bribes, buy votes, get political donations. Half of the roads, bridges, and public buildings in West Virginia bear the Byrd name from his earmarks.  The problem is that a million here, a billion there, and the next thing you know we are spending some real money.

If the GOP is draining the swamp they must be sending all of that fetid water and stinky mud into a larger swamp more to their liking.

This is not what we voted for.
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