Labor Day weekend is past–after a nice visit with my grandson,
granddaughter-in-law, and Gideon, their large, boisterous, pup.
First rain bands from TS Gordon, just passed through. They made it out in plenty of time.
The storm is predicted to become a level 1 hurricane, by the time it makes landfall this evening. It will be west of here, but we will get plenty of rain, and some wind.
Locals are not panicking–although there was a run on drinking water at local stores. The power going out is the biggest concern.
Everything has been stored and secured. I’ll see everyone on the other side of the storm.
Technically, the time period from July 4th holiday, till the present.
The weirdest, was the synthesized voice left on our machine one afternoon.
“Your computers, computer wireless network, passwords, are being held hostage. Call xxx-xxx-xxxx immediately, or your information, files, will be irretrievable.”
I wasn’t born yesterday, or the day before, either. Like other unsolicited telemarketing calls, it was ignored. My important stuff is backed up on other media–anyway.
Another in a series of rainy days. I’m in a pensive mood. Hypoglycemia does little to quell thoughts of negativity.
Everything is so green–including my fast-growing lawn. I tend to assume that everything will always stay the same. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Changes can sometimes be hard to deal with. Natural disasters, first, come to mind. Rampant volcanic lava flows in Hawaii. Wildfires in the Western states.
Closer to home, it’s almost high hurricane season. What will the season bring? Try not to dwell on such things–even with constant news coverage.
As much as we like to think we are in control, nature refuses to be controlled. Last year it was hurricane Harvey–copious amounts of rain–the likes of which no one had ever seen.
“Do you have Prince Albert in a can?” Asked the prankster caller. “Well, don’t you think you better let him out?” The caller hung up to guffaws of laughter.
Telephone pranks, prevalent during my misspent youth–along with, “Is your refrigerator running?” “Yes it is,” was the expected answer. “Then you better catch it, it’s running down the road.”
Townsfolk knew they were kids from the neighborhood and meant no harm.
Aren’t junk phone calls annoying? During all hours of the day, especially at inconvenient times.
Telemarketers bad enough, political calls were the absolute worst. Always from the same numbers. Unfamiliar numbers, never answered. Didn’t unwanted callers ever get the message?
No call lists never seemed to help. Telemarketers and their ilk, had ways to hurdle such roadblocks. They used the local area code prefix to snare the unsuspecting. Robocalls randomly dialed number sequences.
Wireless phones were not exempted. Junk calls and text messages abounded.
Games played for commercial purposes, or games played by neighborhood pranksters? I prefer neighborhood pranksters.
Never had a pet duck. There were plenty of cats, dogs, chickens, calves, rabbits, and pigs. Not that I had anything against ducks.
When I grew up on the farm, there were so many mother cats with kittens, we kids struggled to name them all. One kitten was christened, “Little Bitty Wild Man,” another named “Meowy.” Then the genetic experiment went amiss, distemper struck, and only the strongest survived.
Inanimate objects like automobiles didn’t have personalities, but they did have quirks. Mostly due to deferred maintenance and a long succession of owners. Left rear doors closed reluctantly. Heaters worked, full-blast only–if at all. Windows wouldn’t roll down or up. Worn, three-speed stick shift linkages tested patience. Frequently stuck in second gear.
Nothing like the thrill of going into a skid on rain-slick roads, because one of the tires was bald. There was only money for used tires. Money is no longer the problem it once was. Procrastination, however, still is.
My laptop computer overheated and shut down for a long time before it was repaired. Other things took priority. I have two PC’s, and the laptop worked in 5-10 minute spurts, before it had to be shut down.
The worst quirk–it sometimes wouldn’t shut down, without the battery being removed. Why did I put up with it? I’ve put up with quirky things my entire life, and see them as challenges to overcome. I know, I’m not alone. Toilet tank handle jigglers, please raise your hands. Put them down. I can’t see them anyway.
A post never finished from this past May. Today was about errand running, started with going for lawn mower gas, right before a driving rainstorm. Took my laptop in for repairs, trip timed perfectly to get involved in gridlock on the I-10, because of a serious bay bridge accident. Some creative detours later, stopped for lunch, and all ended well.
Secret awesome sauce
Bad memory foam
Space probing questions
Lucky in luck
Knot the hole thing
Reverse osmosis day
Hat attacks on windy days
Wear whir you?
Wye, why, Wye?
Her name was McGill, She called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy–The Beatles–
Protesters, watched from afar
On living room flat screens
Days weren’t always sunny
Some jokes weren’t funny
To those with sweat-drenched bodies
When gnats, mosquitoes, swarmed
Above kudzu choked landscapes
Where catfish swam in murky waters
Death and taxes, the only certainties
Yet, no one demanded to be rescued