I don’t even have jet off to Nova Scotia to see it

Today is the Big Day. They (the all powerful mysterious “they”) have been hyping the big total eclipse for a year. We are slated to hit total darkness around 3 pm local. I have a regularly scheduled conference call with my boss at that time. I’m trying to decide if it would be unprofessional to ask to change the meeting to see semi or total darkness?

The eclipse will likely be the most thrilling three minutes I have experienced since the last time I had sex. I don’t want to miss it.

If you think I’m going to post that atrocious Bonnie Tyler song since it is eclipse day you are at the wrong blog. It is not going to happen. The closest you will get to a musical reference is in the title of this post. I don’t care for that song either.

I am glad the eclipse hype will be in the rear view mirror after today. Local kids even got a snow eclipse day off school today. 

An eclipse happens about 250 times a year. It is not an unknown phenomenon. Based on the hype you would think we were ignorant savages straight out of a cave in the woods. Authorities are recommending we carry water, food, and blankets in our cars. They recommend we fill up our gas tanks. WTH? It is an eclipse, not Y2K!

One report warned to keep your dogs in the house lest they stare at the event and go blind. Seriously? When is the last time you caught your black lab staring at the sun or admiring a particular cloud formation? How about never. I think your pet is safe. “Yo, Rover, that cloud looks just like a whale.” “Sure does Spot, But I think my eyes burn from watching the moon move in front of the Sun. Hey, does my ass smell funny?”

Happy eclipse day if you live, like I do, in the path of totality. Jeez I hope it is a while before I have to hear that phrase again. 

Birds are singing in the dark

Yesterday was a busy day. I blogged. I wrote a couple of thousand words in my new novel. I watched some TV. After lunch I ventured outside to do some yard work. I came in and showered again, since even though it was chilly, I worked up a sweat. I settled on the couch to watch the Cubs lose to the evil Dodgers. And then I watched most of the Purdue game before and during dinner. 

This morning looks like a repeat— blog, write, TV,  yard work, baseball. Ho hum. 

Geez I forgot my coffee was so hot, I nearly scalded my tongue. Sorry to interrupt the absolutely riveting tale up to this point. Where was I?

Yeah, I don’t care either. Maybe this will be a little more entertaining:

Have a great Sunday

One thing leads to another

 I’m pretty sure this song from the execrable Police 

Inspired this other 80’s ditty:

I’m just sayin’.

The Eighties were a weird time.

Freeze Warning

Mom always said if I cannot say anything nice, to not say anything.

The Biden Administration…anyth…

Enough said.

How about some Friday music instead? What would you like to hear? What? Yeah you aren’t here in my office so you can’t put in a vote. Sorry about that. I considered some more music from Traffic, but maybe that’s not for everyone. 

Try this on for size:

There were three men came out of the West

 Hola Blognation. I’m late to the site today because I slept in. I slept in because I stayed up late. I stayed up late because I’m on vacation today. There is your cause and effect lesson for today. In other words, I don’t know why she swallowed a fly. 

On Tuesday it hit seventy degrees, although it was rainy. It snowed yesterday. It may snow again today. Clearly, Mother Nature is bi-polar and off her meds*. 

The granddaughters are spending the night so we need to find something fun to do. The wife suggested bowling. We shall see and I will report if I remember. On the other hand I do not know why you would care. 

Anyway,  I’m off work until Monday and I’m going to make every effort to not pay attention to emails, phone calls and Teams messages. We shall see.

*I read this somewhere and I would give attribution if I could remember where. I apologize. 

Musical Interlude

 The Kinks do not get the credit they deserve.

Actually it was a Scotcheroo

 Is there an issue shooting insulin in my stomach while eating a chocolate covered Rice Krispy Treat?

Every illegal vote is one stolen from you

 I know you don’t read links. Read This One.

They are stealing elections people. Look, I use my tin foil for cooking stuff on the grill, not a hat. There is a reason the democrats want open borders.

This one is on your President.

The Taliban has resumed public flogging and stoning of women who commit adultery. Keep in mind the definition of the crime includes getting raped assaulted, or going out unescorted. 

Biden made the deal to vacate Afghanistan and turn the country over to these fundamentalist zealots. He knew their history.

This is on him. 

I wish this was an April fools joke. 

H/T — MC

He has risen

It is not about the eggs and bunnies. 

Well my friend, I'm lonely too

Thunder rumbles in the distance as a fairly heavy rain falls. It is still dark. The coffee is hot as I sip between thoughts and pecking on the keyboard. 

It was a nice spring day yesterday and I did some work outside since it was a work holiday. I cut up some large branches that dropped from the big willow. I repaired the privacy fence board that broke from the branches. That big tree needs to come down, but it is going to cost thousands to drop it. I suppose it will fall one giant branch at a time. 

I took a break to have a nice stogie and read a little bit, then I power washed the front porch and put out the wicker chairs. In all it was a productive day. 

We are going to host Easter Dinner. I have to help do a little cleaning this afternoon. I still need a few things from the grocery. Some friends are coming over tonight for cards and laughs, so we need to make some snacks. 

That’s it. No snark, no politics. Well, kind of. I had a political post up for about one minute. I decided to save it for Tuesday. 

I do not think I have posted any music from Journey before. Who knows  and I’m too lazy to check because it doesn’t matter. Here is one of my favorites:

I have ideas

I am going to open a retail store for suburban soccer mom Hallmark movie watching types. I’ll sell wine and lingerie and call it Fill Your Cups.

More waste of time

 I watched a squirrel in the maple tree outside my office window. He ate some emerging leaves then stretched out on a branch and apparently took a nap. I think that is a good idea. Unfortunately, I don’t think my employer would agree. 

Real baseball starts tomorrow. The Cubs dart the season against the defending champs. I guess we will find out soon if they are contenders or pretenders. 

There is one more day to work this week. I get a Good Friday off as a holiday. I need a break. 

Biden has claimed he rode a train many times across the collapsed Key Bridge in Baltimore. The bridge only handles cars. He is either a liar or confused. Neither is a trait you want in your president.

I suspect some of you will disagree about that too. 

Break Time

How about some classic rock?

Joe Biden has just supported terrorists

The Biden Administration has done a lot of despicable things. The way they stabbed Israel in the back yesterday at the UN is an all time low.

Biden is clearly on the side of terrorists. 

This is akin to telling the US to just forget it after 9/11

Spit. I’m ashamed of this President.

Power corrupts but not as much as money under the table

It is Monday. You knew that already. I had a righteous rant mostly composed in my mind about the Biden Administration’s latest attempt to force us into electric cars, but I won’t write it. Why bother? We all know electric cars suck and none of want one. The government is going to govern us good and hard until we comply. 

Corrupt imperialistic government can be found at every level. Locally, the zoning commission just approved a massive ugly apartment complex right next to a nice housing subdivision despite the overwhelming opposition of the neighbors. Nobody wanted the development except the farmer who made millions from selling the land and the developers who will build crappy apartments that will fall apart in a decade. Oh, and the corrupt officials who might get a kickback after approval. I’m not saying they did. I’m saying it has happened before. 

Generally if you smell dog crap there is usually crsp around somewhere, whether you are talking EVs or apartments. Thus ends the sermon.

My current desktop background is waterfalls of the world and other stuff of no interest to anyone

 I finally did some writing for the first time in about six weeks yesterday. As is often the case, I have to do a little research in my effort to get the story at least a little bit accurate for its historical content*. I hope no one needs to look at my search history on my phone, because it is going to be a little hard to explain a search for women's underwear in the 1930's. 

Yes, I told my wife that and she laughed. She reminded me of the time I explained to her why the Can Can dance was so controversial and outrageous and it wasn't because the dancers were kicking their legs up in the air, per se. 

Anyway, I wrote some stuff. Is it any good? Probably not. I hope there is a nugget or two of 'good enough' hidden in the pages of mundane prose to make it a worthwhile read. Someday. If I ever finish the thing. I think this story is better than the last one. It is different, anyway. I will say that there a few passages in the previous book that I am proud of, and think aren't too bad, hidden by a lot of "get on with it" filler.  Your mileage may vary. 

If you aren't sure, you probably should just buy the published book and decide for yourself. There is a link over there on the right. No, there will be no audio book forthcoming. No one wants to hear my lispy twangy reedy nasal voice reading anything. 

*Yes, I have even checked the weather for the days the story is set so I can get it right.  It is probably a little much, I suspect. But I know it is accurate, so there is that.

Guess Who?

 How about some classic rock for a Saturday? Guess Who is the artist?

Lots of water under that bridge

On this date in 2005 I threw up my first post. I had no idea what I was doing. The post was nonsensical and self-serving. Me, Me, Me. 

Nothing has changed.

Nineteen years, nearly 8,000 posts, and almost three million visits later, I am still wasting time with this stupid blog. The quality of my work has not improved. The quality of my visitors has. Since nearly every single visit in those first days months was...me, the situation could only get better.

Thanks to all of you who stop by. I lack the vocabulary to adequately express my appreciation. Know that it is heartfelt.