I'm still breathing, alive, and well. I haven't posted much this week due to a lack of stuff to say.
Hard to believe, ain't it? I guess I've run out of nonsense filler material after 6,500 posts. Yes, readers this is post 6,500. Even if my efforts have been sporadic of late, that is still averaging more than 30 a month, provided my history math is correct. No wonder I am running out of entertaining material.
Like much of the country, fall has arrived in full force and with speed. Temperatures dropped about 30 degrees in a few hours as wind whipped a cold rain yesterday evening. Highs will be in the fifties today.
As far as I know we have no plans for today. We are watching the grandgirls for a bit this evening. Tomorrow we are off to a gathering of the wife's family. We will have to make some food for that.
There is nothing new on the job front. Lots of applications, little to no response. One prospect looks promising but it is still weeks away. I've applied for factory work and warehouse positions. They look at my resume and say "Nope" either because I'm 57 or they know I will leave when something better comes along. I think the "57" thing is my biggest problem landing a job. I'm not sure what to do about it.
Enough on that. You didn't come here to read my gripes. I hope not anyway.
I'm watching the NBA do flips and turns to stay in the ChiComs good graces without exposing their rank hypocrisy to the locals here in the States.
I read with incredulity an article this morning where an elementary school kid in Kansas has been charged with felonies for pointing a finger gun at fellow students. Ponder on that. Fingers. Felony.
Some people claim they are woke, but it sure seems they are more comfortable cowering in bed with the blankets over their head.
I guess it is just not only the job market where my age has put me out of step. I don't get society and culture any more either.