July 31, 2023
July 30, 2023
July 28, 2023
I fried up some breaded pork tenderloin — a Hoosier staple — for supper last night. I also baked up some homemade mac & cheese. I don’t enjoy my own cooking much, but it was a pretty good meal on a hot Thursday evening. I would show you but blogger won’t cooperate. After dinner I settled on the couch and watched the Cubs trounce the Cardinals. Ho hum, ho hum.
It is Friday, I have a regularly scheduled conference call this morning with big customer number two.
I’m not sure what the wife has planned for the weekend. I have some yard work need to do.
How about we wrap this up with a little music? Have a great Friday.
July 27, 2023
Artist George Romney’s favorite model was Emma Hart (née Amy Lyon). She started posing as a teen and was a sensation. Emma was a known mistress and consort for the rich and famous of British society until at aged 26 when she married Sir William Hamilton, British envoy to the Kingdom of Naples.
In Naples Emma became a friend and confidant of the Queen, the sister of Marie Antoinette. She also met there the love of her life, Lord Horatio Nelson, who would become Britain’s greatest naval hero.
Nelson and Lady Hamilton carried on an open affair, eventually moving into a London house together and having a child out of wedlock.
After Nelson’s death at Trafalgar in 1805 Lady Hamilton was left poor and destitute. Without the status of her husband (he died in 1804 and left her very little in his will) and Nelson’s heirs ignored her. Lady Hamilton fell to heavy drinking and died penniless in Calais, France in 1815.
There is no doubt she was a ravishing beauty in her prime. Lady Hamilton was portrayed by Vivian Leigh in the 1941 film That Hamilton Woman.
July 26, 2023
July 25, 2023
It is trash day and I can hear the hydraulic whine and diesel roar of the approaching truck. I have two bins curbside this morning, one with garbage, one with yard waste, primarily large cut up branches from the big willow in the backyard. Some are three or four inches in diameter that I cut into lengths to fit in the bin.
I have no idea why you would care about any of this.
July 24, 2023
July 22, 2023
Since I was a young boy I have loved Jujubes candy. I dig me some Red Vines. I will always eat a box of Dots, but the tiny little Jujube was always my favorite.
July 21, 2023
Last night’s supper: fried chicken, mashed spuds, gravy, fresh ‘maters from daughter’s garden, green bean casserole.
I slapped some gravy all over that chicken breast after I took the picture.
I’m not the world’s best cook, but I have my fried chicken and homemade gravy techniques down. Of course, neither is too hard to make. For the mashed potatoes, it is all about the butter, baby.
July 20, 2023
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July 16, 2023
July 15, 2023
For outright sex appeal and drop-dead beauty you cannot beat late fifties or early sixties vintage Liz Taylor. Check her out in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Cleopatra, or Suddenly, Last Summer.
Oft-admired Marylin Monroe is a hometown slattern in comparison.
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July 14, 2023
July 13, 2023
I knocked off work a little after five yesterday evening. I moseyed downstairs and was sitting on the couch ignoring the explosion of dolls and doll clothes littering the living room floor that hurricane granddaughters had left in their wake.
Suddenly, I heard a loud thump on the front door. As I walked into the entryway I noticed a large smear of bird poo on the transom window. I opened the door and lying on the porch was a robin. He had bounced a good two feet. He was young, his chest spots just starting to turn orange. Apparently, he had careened head-on right into the window at full speed like an avian James Dean.
I don’t know if the bird defecated on the window in an aw crap I’m gonna crash moment or if the impact knocked the shit out of him. In any case there was a lot of goo on the window.
I left him lying there in the very small chance little Rockin’ Robin was merely stunned. Alas, Robin Redbreast was dead when I went to clean up the stiff after supper. The flies and ants were already at work when I dropped him in a plastic WalMart bag. Nature is relentless.
July 12, 2023
I will open by claiming I won’t divulge the contents. There.
I had the weirdest dreams last night. I usually cannot remember whatever I dream, but these dreams are still fairly clear in my mind this morning. As I said, I’m not going to describe the contents, there is nothing more boring than someone else’s dreams. It was nothing nefarious, nothing pornographic, nothing interesting. Trust me. I only comment because I rarely dream and even more rarely remember the dream at all.
We are considering a short weekend road trip, the wife doesn’t have the girls Friday and we thought we might do something. It appears most of the drivable part of the country is going to have rain. At least anywhere we might want to go.We thought about getting Cubs tickets, but I’m not going to pay the ridiculous Wrigley gate cost only to watch the infield tarp collect rain water. Add in the cost of a hotel and it seems like a busted weekend.
We considered the Florida panhandle or Lake Michigan beaches but face the same rain issue. As an added disincentive, we won’t have a ton of extra cash to spend once we get wherever we will not end up going. So I will work Friday and we will spend a boring weekend at home. Where it will rain. I will save precious hotel points and we wont spend money we shouldn’t. A lose/win proposition.
July 10, 2023
Two older gentlemen, Fred and Sam, went to see a movie.
Merely minutes into the movie, Sam heard Fred rustling around.
It appeared that he was reaching under all of the seats.
“What on earth are you doing, Fred?” asked Sam.
Fred indignantly responded,
“I had a caramel in my mouth and it dropped out. I’m trying to find it!”
Annoyed, Sam told him not to worry about it — they could get him another caramel later since that one was ruined by now.
“But I’ve got to,” said Fred, exasperated.
“My teeth are in it!”
July 9, 2023
When I went to bed last night I had a great idea for today’s post. It was flip and pity and...lost in my dreams. So it goes. Yet again your subscription price was wasted. Perhaps in need to institute a “True Scouts in Action” type feature where loyal readers write in their Hoosierboy-like adventures to fill content.
Should I be concerned? There is a vulture sitting in my big willow staring at my back door this morning. I first saw him yesterday. I turned the corner out of the cul-de-sac and he was right there in the street eating what was left of what I think was a bunny. The turkey buzzard reluctantly hopped over the curb and out of my way, but gave me a look of disdain as I drove past. Now, he is perched n my backyard and staring at my patio door. Does he know something I don’t? The raven might say “never more”, this guy seems to be telling me “bring it on, meat”.
I think this is going to be a weird Sunday.
July 8, 2023
July 7, 2023
I love mid-week holidays, especially when I take Monday off. Here we are Friday already. The weather is fine. I believe the wife is taking the grandgirls swimming today. I will have to work. As far as I know, we have nothing planned for the weekend.
My new neighbor just started mowing his lawn. It is 7:15 am. He does this nearly every week. Personally, I find this a jerk move. It is far too early to bring that kind of noise. I might be wrong.
I clearly am struggling for content today. Let’s have some music instead? Have a great day!
My first copy of this album was on 8-track. Later I got the vinyl.
July 6, 2023
I may have mentioned in passing that for the past year or so I have seen a retina specialist about small leaking blood vessels in my retinas. Thanks diabetes! He has lasered those bleeders to cauterize them closed. For the most part, things are under control. In fact, I was to go back in a couple of weeks for a routine checkup.
Note the “was” in that past sentence. Saturday a couple of small floaters exploded into black lines across the vision in my left eye. These lines were then accompanied by a big black spot in the lower left corner. For comparison, if a floater is a pencil dot, this spot was a Sharpie. By evening my vision was cloudy and brown like mud.
Since I’m no doctor, despite spending many nights over the years in a Holiday Inn Express, I could not know if my cornea transplant had failed or it was a retina issue. By Sunday my vision in my left eye was like looking through smoke or maybe a spider web. I called my regular eye doctor Monday to have her determine which specialist I needed to see. The verdict was transplants fine (good), but massive hemorrhages in the back of the eye. I could get in to the specialist on Wednesday. You know why the delay — Fireworks Day.
This post is going on too long. In summation, my vitreous gel separated right where one of those last little bleeders was located, tearing open the blood vessel. The doc took a needle and poked it in my eye to stop the bleeding with magic medicine. My vision should clear in X number of days. Then, after things clear up a bit I go back next month for more
fucking laser treatments.
I ain’t blind. Not yet.
July 5, 2023
In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic delivered grave news:
“There’s no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year.”
Visibly shaken, the wife stared at the woman’s lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself – and to stop her mind racing.
She simply had to know.
She met the Fortune Teller’s gaze, steadied her voice and asked:
“Will I be acquitted?”
July 3, 2023
July 2, 2023
July 1, 2023
Thursday evening a storm front raced through bringing 70+ mph winds in straight line fashion. Trash cans blew, shingles flew, and branches and trees fell. Somehow, the dying big willow survived without any large branches falling. It was my maple in the front yard that took a beating. The whole middle section and top broke and crashed down. The mess was too big for me to deal with, so we had to hire a guy to cut down the broken branches and haul away the detritus yesterday.
Those of you incensed over the SCOTUS affirmative action decision should read Justice Thomas’ decision. Those of you pushing the reparations agenda better pay attention, that issue is the flip side of the same coin and will run afoul of the Constitution in the same manner. If you thought the Sons of Liberty were angry over a three cent per pound tax in the Boston Tea Party, wait until you try and force me to pay people who were never slaves my hard earned money when my ancestors did not own slaves and fought to great hazard of their life to end slavery.
While I am on the Court, the decision on student loans was right also. Sure I would like my parent loans wiped away. I want my kids debts erased. It shouldn’t be at the expense of the rest of America. If the government wants to help borrowers, lower the interest rate, get rid of the capitalization of interest on the government loans. That is what is killing people financially.
The big neighborhood fireworks shindig is slated for tonight. We will see if the weather cooperates.