Speaking, of course
With the current
Situation in mind
Shouldn’t there be
Gifts, greeting cards
All the non-specifics
In our lives?
There have been more of those small jobs around the house done in the past few weeks, than in the fifteen years I’ve resided here.
No excuses left, there’s plenty of time. And, it sure beats the boredom of sitting around doing nothing.
I’ve touched up paint on the woodwork inside. Touched up paint on the soffit boards outside. Today, I swept sand into the cracks between patio blocks outside. This was badly needed.
The overgrown tree in the corner, by the driveway gate, has been trimmed back. The driveway, sidewalks, and exterior windows have been power washed. Not by me, but by a contractor.
There are still plenty of honey-do’s to do. These never seem to run out.
There were not many people at our usual Sunday morning breakfast spot. “Are people panicked into staying home?” I asked the waitress. “Yes, it’s been very slow. Wait till you go to the grocery store.”
At our local biggest grocery mart, shelves were bare. No bread, except rye. I happened to like rye, so not a problem. My wife likes English muffins. No English muffins were available.
It was a continuing story of missing merchandise. No Polish sausages. No hot dogs. No bratwurst. No chicken. No hamburger. Hamburger buns were available. However, there were smoked sausages.
The toilet tissue shortage has been well publicized. Merchandise hoarding is similar to that before hurricanes and other disasters. Since schools are closed for about three weeks, it probably has something to do with parents contemplating being sheltered at home with their kids.
Some items were available with 100% mark-ups. There was no excuse for that. Plain and simple price gouging. There are two other major supermarkets nearby. Traditionally their prices were higher. Better to have merchandise for a few cents more, than nothing at all. At least gasoline prices were lower than they’ve been in recent history.
It’s an unusual place to be. In the market for a new home in another state, but, our present home has to sell first.
No doubt some of the neighbors were shocked, when the for sale sign appeared on the front lawn. Most of the neighbors are personable, with a couple that are difficult at times.
That’s the same in every neighborhood. Keeping the house spiffy for potential buyers is a challenge. At least when realtors bring visitors, we have a place to hang out in the interim.
Max the dog enjoys visiting the lady across the street and her dog Noah.. He sits at the end of the neighbor’s driveway, watching realtors and clients entering and leaving our house. He probably wonders why strangers are in his house.
Another coffee study. This one by the University of Nottingham, alleges coffee could aid in weight loss. Because it helps the body burn brown fat. Which in turn could help prevent diabetes.
Don’t get me wrong. This is just another in a long series of studies on the beneficial/harmful effects of coffee consumption. It wasn’t that long ago, coffee was theorized to prevent alzheimers. Since I love coffee, I hope the positive effects are true.
Java, Cup of Joe, whatever you call it, what you add to it, is what makes it calorie-laden, fat-infused and unhealthy. Of course, what ever turns out to be true, all good things should be consumed in moderation.
“Could I get a coffee refill, please? No cream or sugar, just black.”
A cool Saturday morning. Saturday’s are good days for housecleaning, and catching up on any other things that need to be done.
Since I am retired, there is no longer any water cooler gossip. There are several topics, deserving discussion this morning.
A man in India is suing his parents, for them giving him birth, without his permission. He claims to be an “Anti natalist” which by definition would mean he’s against birth. I wonder if his parents now regret giving him birth?
B-I-N-G-O, and Bingo was his name-O. When did bingo become a contact sport? A Canadian nursing home is on lockdown after a bingo game turned into an all-out brawl.
There is actually a Northern Alabama semi-pro baseball team named, the “Trash Pandas.” This name selected from others, in a contest to name the team. Toledo Mud Hens, Birmingham Biscuits, step aside.
Whatever happened to the criminal, known as the “Renegade cat shaver?” Animal cruelty is certainly not funny. In many cases it’s smoke from the deeper fires of psychosis.
Remakes of movies and TV shows, I sometimes find amusing. Especially the ones, that weren’t that good the first time around. The latest proposed remake–“Beverly Hills 90210.” My remake suggestion, “Beverly Hillbillies 90210.” A two-for-one special.
In just 24 hours, it has gone from winter to spring. Pardon me, if I’m not jumping for joy. Maybe it’s too warm, too early–potential for storms?
It would be nearly impossible, not to know about a particular sporting event, happening this very evening. I don’t have a favorite team in the contest–although I reside 180 miles from New Orleans.
In the interest of good sportsmanship and fair play, may the best team win. It’s a shame Howard Cosell’s not still around to pontificate, with his polysyllabic palaver. “Tonight these gridiron gladiators, from both the east and west coasts; these two leviathans, battle for football supremacy.”
Not to be confused with Polar Vortices from preceding years. This one means business. More significant because it’s here, right now. The other ones are past history.
Polar Vortex 2019, pushing all Super Bowl LIII hype aside. Chill factors of 50 below zero expected in Minnesota. Serious cold, that requires precautions be taken.
Swimming pools are currently filled to capacity in Australia. It is mid-summer in the Southern Hemisphere. They are having a heat wave with daytime temperatures of one-hundred degrees.
Which do I prefer? Something between these two extremes. I don’t do well in either extreme. I worked outside in the Upper Midwest for almost 30 years. Not accustomed to these conditions anymore.
In response to Tanvi Misra’s 12-20-18 “Citylab” article, entitled: “Dollar Store Backlash.”
In some parts of the country there are NIMBY movements against the proliferation of Dollar Stores. Why are such stores perceived as threats?
They follow economic misery. ‘The retail meltdown…higher-end retailers in malls and shopping centers have shuttered, or consolidated. Compact low-budget Dollar Stores have easily slipped into vacant spaces left behind.’
Wages at these retail outlets tend to be lower. And there are fewer employees.
Dollar store products–especially convenience food items can cost more than at Costco or Wal-Mart.
Local retailers could be driven out of business. The same things were said about Wal-Mart stores.
Economically disadvantaged Dollar Store shoppers are discouraged from healthy eating.
Implications are that Dollar Stores contribute to “food deserts” and encourage racial disparity.
I suspect some of the areas petitioning against new Dollar Stores are the same areas that discouraged new Wal-Marts.
For an occasional can of beans, chicken broth, tomato puree to finish a recipe–my five minutes away Dollar Store, is better than Wal-Mart, thirty minutes away.
Close down my nearby Dollar General? NIMBY–not in my backyard.
Yesterday was the official “One Hit Wonder” day. There are days to commemorate nearly everything. National Potato Day, Stamp Collectors Day–you name it, there’s a day for it.
Since I go back a bit further than most folks, here’s my offering. Little Willie, by the Sweet. From the “bubblegum era” this had to be one of the most irritating songs ever made. “Little Willie” refused to be pushed around. “Little Willie” wouldn’t go home.
That was the entire “Little Willie” story in a nutshell. Like a slap to the face with an octopus–just like the guy alleged to have been slapped by a seal, in a recent news story. Wonder what the guy did to provoke the seal?