We (here at our townhouses) have been hearing for some months now about ‘improvements’ to be made on the exterior (many at our expense) by the ‘maintenance’ folks, as ordered by the HOA (homeowner’s association).
FINALLY, they are getting to it.
And they gave us TWO DAYS NOTICE to make our yard ready for the incursion of workers, and loud noises, for up to SEVEN DAYS (beginning @ 0630) , including leaving our (broken) back gate unlocked (the one with a spring-loaded lock, making it virtually impossible to leave it unlocked), lest they hire a locksmith @ $75.00/hour to open it!
So, we spent three days moving the many potted plants – including cacti (and succulents), sized in pots 3 inch to 30 inch across, along with pavers, bricks, empty pots, yard ‘decor’, tools, and all manner of things adjacent to the North fence, so they can do their work.
J. had jury duty on the first day, so I did my part on my own, with painful results. It seems it’s preferential to wear my flat (normal) shoe in lieu of ED SULLIVAN (the really big shoe) when working physically on uneven dirt and gravel surfaces.
Lest I fall, which I did…
I careened forward, landing across some pots and pavers I had just stacked, bruising and scraping my right arm and knocking the pottery into a glass yard globe, which promptly shattered.
Fortunately, I didn’t propel forward enough to land on the glass!
THEN, I had glass to clean up!
Hopefully, this’ll all be completed soon (maybe they will fix the gate?) The arm is healing nicely, and additional pain meds are helping with the jarring of my skeleton and resulting muscle pains of physical labor.
It’s nice they chose frickin’ JULY and AUGUST to undertake these tasks, when DECEMBER would have been so much cooler!
Nothing happens, no one cares! (G. Carlin) :-)
Reportedly, a man died, and wasn’t discovered for several days. Upon inventorying his belongings, authorities discovered 1200 firearms!
And here’s the money quote…
“We don’t think the weapons are illegal. We are taking them for public safety,” said Sgt. David Craig of the LAPD’s gang and narcotics division. He said investigators removed the weapons to ensure the ammunition and guns wouldn’t be stolen from the home.
So the guy had a bunch of firearms – SO WHAT? Then he died of cancer.
This is what Say Uncle said…
Sorry Unc., I prefer a ‘collection’.
It’s less pejorative.
(for those who missed this!)
The lovely and brilliant TAMARA takes the Internets, AGAIN! It seems some media fools were demonstrating how to use a portable fire extinguisher, when this exchange came about:
I am including in the dialogue the parts where I was yelling at the television. (Tamara)
Savannah Guthrie: “A lot of us are intimidated though, like, by the idea of turning it on…” *makes gestures and facial expressions as though she’s holding a well-greased and annoyed cobra at arms length*
Me: “Wut?” *tilts head on side like RCA Victor mascot*
Jeff Rossen: “I… I will tell you, I actually never used a fire extinguisher before and I thought there would be a kickback and I was afraid to use it…”
Me: (yelling) “OH. MY. GOD! It’s a fire extinguisher, you sackless herbivore! What are you afraid of, you big girl’s blouse?“
It had honestly never crossed my mind that a grown human being could feel an ounce of trepidation about a fire extinguisher. That’s like… I don’t know, being scared of pillows, or footstools, or filing cabinets. And whatever you call this bizarre phobia, two out of five Manhattanites on my TV screen just admitted to suffering from it!
I suspect said Manhattanites are ferried to work by limousine, and returned to their condos nightly under the watchful eyes of armed security. No wonder they scoff at those of us in fly-over-states who seek self-sufficiency and self-protection.
EVERYTHING IS DONE FOR THEM!
It’s as though they are AGE 5 !
BRAVA, once again! – all hail the Queen of Snark!
Old-Timers will completely get this.
(Youngsters, not as much!) :-)
I remember a time (voice fades out, looking wistfully skyward…)
When a random thought regarding some subject entered my mind, And I wanted to know more about it. So, I checked my bookshelf for dictionaries, encyclopedias and reference books.
If THAT failed…
It was a trip to the public or college library, next chance I got, searching for similar materials and more specific ones about the subject. Later-in-life, as a private investigator, city directories and telephone directories sometimes offered help.
And failing all that, the reference desk librarians.
But, all this took time, legwork and shoe leather. It was what we had.
Since the early 90’s, most of us have had access to The Internet. And now many of the same reference materials are available on line.
More quickly and with less walking.
I wonder what we old-timers will be wistfully thinking about The Internet in 10 or 20 years?
Ain’t technology grand?
Or have we been sucked in to a vortex of uber-surveillance, wherein ‘they’ can watch and record our every movement and action. And what were look for on the ‘net, and where we shop, what we buy, how and where we travel and work? With whom we communicate and associate? What ideas we share?
Of course, the same data was available 25 years ago. But took much more in-person research and surveillance. And time.
(Puts tin-foil chapeau back on and skulks back into the shadows…)
from Bayou Renaissance Man (in part):
The Telegraph’s observation bears repeating. Inequality is not poverty. Furthermore, equality does not consist of, and cannot be measured against, economic factors alone. What the framers of our Constitution sought was equality of opportunity. What the progressive left seeks is equality of outcomes – and they’ll impose that on us by legislative fiat if they can, regardless of its (lack of) truth and the failure of every society in history to accomplish anything of the sort by direction.
It’s a frightening prospect to consider how much damage social justice warriors can do at the helm of every administrative department in the government. That’s yet another reason to reduce the size of that government to the necessary minimum, and ensure that its bureaucrats are aware that they serve in accordance with the Constitution and are subordinate to its requirements. They don’t have the authority, or the right, to ignore it and/or reinterpret it according to their whims.
And, to all you Social Justice Warriors out there –
KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OTHER PEOPLE’S STUFF!
(Remembering originally The Declaration of Independence read Life, Liberty and PROPERTY!)
I just arose from a short nap. J. got home about noon, and was tired after her early morning angiography. So, we adjourned to our bedrooms and sacked out.
Even though I normally arise between 6 and 7, 4:30 was a bit much this morning to see her off! I’ve not been outside since I took a quick trip to get sausage biscuits and hash browns this morning at 10 AM.
It was well over 90° then…
Here I am, catching up on email and such, when a news blip appears on my cellular telephone:
@3:08 PM, local meteorologists determined we met the record for this date, in The Valley Of The Sun.
Now, I’m not one to complain about the heat. My parents brought me here, but, as an adult I’ve chosen to stay here. And I’ve a car with a broken air conditioner.
Won’t hear me b*tch about the heat – no sirree!
I get to wear short-sleeves most Christmases.
But, I suspect oven mitts to handle the steering wheel and ingress/egress of the car are currently in order.
(not a complaint!)
J. came home without having a blockage or a stent placed. As long as we can celebrate without going anywhere, I’m happy!
for nothing, apparently.
The supreme court refused to hearJackson v. City and County of San Francisco. After Heller and McDonald, they don’t seem very willing to take on many more gun rights cases. It’s curious to me why that is. Pre-Heller, it was speculated that the court wouldn’t take gun cases because they weren’t convinced the decision would go the right way. But Sandy resigned. I wonder who the hold out is now?
Too bad the Founding Fathers didn’t see that oath taking would be viewed largely as ceremonial fal-de-ral with no meaning as the nation progressed…
In ALL federal offices requiring it!
Perhaps I should have spelled it fed-er-al…
h/t Say Uncle
I was able to communicate with one of the many Bobs in my life last night. (Long-time readers know I’ve many friends named Bob and Dave. One childhood friend was even named Robert Davidson!)
The dear friend with whom I was a private investigator, and later worked together in a firearms emporium.
The one who lost the lower 12″ of his left leg due to diabetic complications. And almost lost his life.
Fortunately, things are going well as can be for him.
He’s been using a prosthesis now for about six weeks! He still has need of a wheelchair or a walker for some life activities.
The most important thing is he is active, continuing to test his limits, and has a terrific attitude.
One daughter is preparing to graduate from a local university; the other from Northwestern.
He is most proud.
I’m proud of him for his ongoing attitude. I’ve my own health issues – And he continues to show me that attitude is everything.
Thank you, Robert!
The really big shoe, the sequel!
I’ve been in need for a replacement big shoe for over seven months, now. Bought the shoes, but simply didn’t have the funds to get the orthopedic build-up needed.
Until a couple weeks ago.
I now present to you, Ed Sullivan II, the sequel! :-)
I’m still sick. Have spent most of the past three days in bed. Am planning on going into Urgent Care this morning. (This, after checking to make certain they took Medicare – some don’t – and that they don’t expect their 20% up front.)
Which is good, because I probably don’t have it.
The interesting thing in all this (to me, anyway) is that my temperature (which tends to run about a degree low, anyway) has been all over the map. Starting on Thursday @ 102°, then varying degrees of 101° on Friday and Saturday. It was even 99° – something one time!
And all I’ve been taking is a cough suppressant, which doesn’t work especially well…
(My own doc wants me to lay off the IB, as I’ve been eating them by the hands full for years!)
I do feel better at 99° than at 102°. Duh.
So, we shall see.
(Post UC visit – apparently, I’ve bronchitis (among other issues). I was chest x-rayed, breathing tested, steroid injected, and given antibiotics and an inhaler, and sent on my way. I’m feeling MUCH better, and my temp is much closer to normal. HUZZAH! Thanks for all your kind comments and emails!)
And now, to make good the promise of the blog post title…THE THREE DEGREES!