We had a great day with the granddaughters yesterday. The wife took them to a movie in the forenoon. In the afternoon we went to play mini golf. Where I, ahem, beat everyone. I managed to get around in one less stroke than the wife.
For dinner I lit the fire pit and we roasted weenies and made s’mores. The girls had a blast. After washing sticky faces and hands we played a board game before bedtime.
We have one more day before their parents pick them up in the morning.
It’s been a great week.
Send me to a time out. Banish me to bed without dinner.
I forgot to post something yesterday. You cannot imagine my chagrin. I have no doubt several dozen of you were curled up with your blankie seeking solace through intense bouts of crying and thumb sucking.
Or not. It’s likely you didn’t notice.
I took the day off work today because I wanted to. I have the vacation days, so why not. Should the rain hold off we may take the grandkids to play miniature golf this afternoon.
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Monday Tuesday, bleh. Back to work. I could go for a three day weekend every week. Our week of activities and adventures continues. We took the grand girls to see the local Triple A baseball team last night. The game was followed by a fireworks show. I think everybody had a good time, but the girls were bored by the end of the game. Not everyone enjoys baseball as much as I do. But they were great and I enjoy every minute I get to hang with them.
We took the girls bowling last night. A great time was had by all. Boy I suck. I was never a great bowler, even back in the day when I went at least monthly. You see, in my youth I lived in a small town and your choices for entertainment were pretty much bowling, the movies, or driving your car around.
Anyway, I managed to break the into the low 100’s- 124, I think. Multiple spares were ruined by subsequent bad first rolls in the next frame. Since we rented the lane for an hour, we only got about 4-5 frames into the second game before time was up. I was on much the same scoring pace when the game ended.
As with golf, I have no hook, no slice, just a perfectly straight throw and an innate inability to aim.
The wife maintains that is true with the toilet bowl too.
Not only am I looking forward to a long holiday weekend, the grandgirls are coming stay with us for the week. It will be a blast. I don’t get to see them every day now that they are in school. The weather won’t be ideal, but I have no control over that. The girls are comfortable here, this is their home away from home, so I think it will be a good week.
Huh. I’m getting old and Biden senile. My earlier post was pretty much the same post I wrote about a week ago. I hate to repeat myself. I really hate repeating myself.
Jim Irsay, owner of the Colts, passed away yesterday. He had his acknowledged demons. He also made Indianapolis and Indiana a better place. We will never know the depths of his generosity.
Let me understand, now it is perfectly okay to stage a small riot and push past and assault federal officers to gain access to a federal installation?
Seems like that earned you years in prison in the past — way back in 2020…
Got it.
Democrats are promising even more unlawful activities of this sort since there is ABSOLUTELY nothing the Democrats won’t do to support those who are here illegally, even criminals and gang members.
It was a rainy and chilly Tuesday with more to come. The brief spurt of warm air has passed and we are back to early April-like weather. I’m not in charge, so don’t blame me. The Climate Change people will likely insist that if only we paid more taxes then all of this would go away and we would all live in perfect San Diego-type weather all of the time. Undoubtedly Soylent Green is the ultimate answer. Or maybe I’m thinking of Logan’s Run.
You can correct me.
The sexist jerk in me says I could go for it if all the girls dressed and looked like the Jessica character in that movie.
I bought a box of Walmart brand Raisin Bran cereal. It cost a lot less than the name brand stuff. I poured out a bowl yesterday and there was not a single raisin in the bowl - zip, zero, nada. I couldn’t see any in the box.
My first thought was I should have ponied up the extra cents for the box labeled “twice the raisins”, but my brain quickly calculated that 2X0 is still zero raisins.
I suppose I cannot complain, the box said “raisin” bran, not “raisins “ brand. There is probably one tiny dried up raisin in the box somewhere.
When I was a kid cereal boxes had a toy or prize in the box. As an adult I would settle for a handful of raisins.
Look I could throw up a hundred words about nonsense. We could discuss the weather. I could tell you about my Saturday. I could even rant about politics. But we all know why you read this blog.
We don’t?
Yeah, I don’t know why either.
Have a good Sunday.
Some bumpy weather rolled through last evening. We got a lot of wind and a little rain. South of me got pounded.
I was sitting on the porch watching the storm approach…
I don’t know, it’s what I like to do.
…when the tree top beyond the neighbor’s roof line changed abruptly from swaying in the wind to bent over out of sight. A heartbeat later the wind increased to a howl and you could physically feel it roar past the house. Luckily, I was protected on the porch by the wall of the garage. I decided it was time to retreat inside.
A bit later the wind had reduced a bit. The talking weather heads on the TV were still droning on. I glanced out the front door and saw a bunny hop nonchalantly around the corner of the house, pause, eat a bite of weed, and hop off to the south.
Mother Nature knows when it’s safe, no matter what the radar says.
Am I the only one who finds it laughable that the very people who were oh so outraged about Jan 6 are completely quiet about the Democrats storming the ICE detention center in New Jersey?
Yes, I’m looking at you…
Can we admit the United Nations is a failure? I’m aware that’s not an original position. The UN is a massive bureaucracy that sucks up money and funnels it through corruption and waste to no end result. Name one war or conflict it stopped since 1947.
Let’s look at the world in recent years. Where is the UN in the Middle East? Have they stopped conflicts in Yemen, Syria, or an Israel? Has the UN mitigated the violence in various African nations? Where is the United Nations in the Ukraine conflict?
The organization is a joke, an America -hating joke, and it is past time we kept our money and sent those fools packing.
I will say without hesitation that Springsteen is the best concert I ever attended. I saw him back on the Born in the USA tour sometime in the 1980s.
I deleted a rather snarky post about another blog site. Have I matured in my old age? I doubt it. The thing is, it wasn’t necessary. Who am I to criticize anyone? If I don’t like what I read over there, I can click elsewhere.
I should have adopted that attitude two decades ago.
Anyway, I have plumbing issues to deal with. The dishwasher is leaking. Not when it runs, all of the time. The shutoff valve under the sink is frozen and I cannot get it loose to shut off the water. I have resorted to PB Blaster and channel locks, but it won’t budge. I don’t want to bust the valve, that would be catastrophic. I have a shallow pan under the dishwasher, so hopefully no more water is going under the laminate.
In the meantime I will try again this morning. Then I suppose I’ll have to call a plumber.
It is always something.
Here is some music to distract you (for YOU):
I got a letter from the HOA listing complaints about my property. I have garbage bins in view of the street. Technically this is true. I live on a cul-de-sac. If one drives to the end and looks from the view of two houses (only 2), you can see the trash can. Whatever. I’ll move them to the back of the side yard for a while. Come winter I’ll move it back to the front where it is easier to get to. I could make a spot and put it in the garage but I don’t want to.
They also complained about a stack of landscape blocks beside the house. There are about 15 of the kind you stack to make a small wall or circle a tree. They are stacked neatly beside the trash bins. I’m tempted to leave them, there is nothing in the covenants forbidding it, but it’s not worth arguing about.
See? I’m getting mellow in my old age.
Besides, if I’m an ass they might insist I paint my fence.
I know how it works, the company that manages the HOA collects a fee for every violation letter they send. If I fight they will find more stuff to cite me about.
It seems actual spring-like weather may come late in the week and next week. I’m ready. I have a load of work to be done outside and more importantly, a humidor full of cigars.
I usually go to sleep with music playing softly. I last about one and a half songs before I fall asleep. A timer shuts off the Amazon spy device after I doze off. Here, by chance, was the first and last song I heard as I hit the pillow:
Okay many people tell me the purpose of tariffs is to force other countries to open their markets to US made goods. If true, then why the proposed tariff on movies made in other countries? Outside of the Canadian-made movies shown on the Hallmark Chanel just which foreign made films are taking over from Hollywood? Are we going to punish independent film makers for searching out cheaper locations or more realistic sets for their film? Even in the heyday of Hollywood, film was shot “on location.”
US made films dominate international film sales. And yes, I know Bollywood and China have robust movie industries, but how does a tariff on those films that do not have a big market in the US help sales of the latest comic book movie shown in Shanghai?
Going to the cinema is already outrageously expensive. Why add to that cost with little or no benefit?
Happy Star Wars Day! More importantly, it is my youngest granddaughter’s sixth birthday. She is excited beyond words. She has a softball game this afternoon, providing it is not rained out, then we are going to her favorite restaurant for dinner. She will have a party with her friends next weekend.
Why should you care about this? You don’t.
Of course The Beatles did not play “Birthday” at the Rooftop Concert. But this is a clever dubbing in any case.
It is still dark, but I suspect there is a tinge of purple and orange in the east should I look out the window on the other side of the house. Birds are singing matins in the trees while Crosby Stills and Nash play softly in the background. Hot coffee steams in a Yeti mug perched on a short filing cabinet beside my recliner.
My head hurts with a dull ache due to typical spring allergies. So it goes. The grandgirls have a dance competition today. I will enjoy watching them compete, but the pounding music will not help ease my headache.
The music playing brings on a bit of nostalgia. My old college roommate was a big fan of CSN. B passed away a few years ago. I miss his subtle humor.
This exercise in futility is tending a little maudlin. I will leave it there.
I hope you have a good, no, great Saturday.
Let’s get silly instead.
Sometimes life cracks me up.
I went the optometrist a few weeks ago. I had my checkup and ordered new glasses. My old ones were brown, square, and had thick plastic frames. The new ones are black, more rounded, and have thin frames. I picked them up LAST THURSDAY.
YESTERDAY (7 days later…) the wife and I went to Chick-fil-A for lunch. She looked at me and exclaimed “You got your new glasses!” She told me they looked nice.
I told her I got them a week ago, thanks for noticing.
It’s not often I embarrass my wife. Okay, I do it all the time, but this time it was her embarrassment, not my actions, speech, or behavior. This one was on her.
I guess it’s safe to say after 46 years together she doesn’t stare at me with love and admiration anymore. I guess she looks at me about once a week.
