Well, this is a pleasant surprise.
I got home Monday night, and the damned Internet wasn’t working. Or, more accurately, my connection to the Internet wasn’t working. So that sucked. I had to schedule a tech visit for the next day “between 8 and 12″ and my satellite receiver keep freezing up when I played a recorded show for more than half an hour or so. So, no Internet, no NetFlix, and no teevee makes for a very dull evening. The tech guy didn’t get out here until 11:00 (not that I’m complaining – I’m usually just happy when they find the house), and it turned out to be a bad trap out at the road. So all was well again by 12:30 or so – obviously too late to drive 35-40 minutes to work.
Yesterday afternoon I found myself home alone, which is a good opportunity for me to crank tunes (and cook a week’s worth of food). So on comes “The Circle Game” which I’ve of course heard a million times before but when I listened to
You know how when you buy a car and all of a sudden you see millions of those cars everywhere? That’s not happening to me, I guess ‘cuz I don’t really know what my car looks like anymore. I have to park it in the same place everyday so I’ll recognize it (and that’s really only because I have the same license plate). I parked someplace different yesterday at work, and it took me forever to figure out which one it was. For one thing, it’s silver, but in the dark, it looks kinda white. Oh well, after a few years I’ll probably figure it out.
Good morning, and Happy Thanksgiving to you. I hope you have a nice day ahead of you. About all I have going on is maybe plowing the driveway (I think we got a decent – though not overwhelming – bit of snow overnight). If I wasn’t leaving tomorrow, I probably wouldn’t even bother, since they say it’s going to warm up and rain by Sunday.
I’m sure we’re all shocked that the Grand Jury in Ferguson failed to indict the cop who, through no fault of his own, shot a black kid to death for walking down the middle of the street. Or something. Gee, who coulda seen that one coming?
I don’t know about you, but I order a lot of shit from Amazon (which, I know, I shouldn’t because they treat their warehouse workers like crap but, hey, I’m cheap and lazy and between 2-day shipping, free cloud storage for photos, Amazon Prime video, and really cheap Kindle books, nothing appeals to a slacker quite like Amazon). I am especially fond of the “subscribe and save” items, which is why I am currently stocked to the gills with paper towels, toilet paper, soup, rice, and pretty much anything I can get them to deliver. It’s like having Christmas every month.
Today, there’s some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that after a brief warm spell (really brief – as in, a few hours yesterday afternoon), it’s pretty darn cold around here, and it’s gonna get colder (and windier). The good news is that while we’re going to get a little snow, folks in Western New York and our friends to the north will be getting “feet” of snow. As in, blizzard conditions “up north.” I just hope that the bad stuff stays up there and away from us.
Well, we got our first measurable snow yesterday. Not a lot, but enough to cover the grass. Looks like about an inch on top of my fake well thing that covers the septic vent. And the forecast for the next few days is snow, snow, snow, and snow. And kinda cold (though this will feel like a thaw in a couple of months). Fortunately, I had the good sense to take today off (really just trying to knock my vacation balance down a bit so that I’m under the max by the end of the year).
Or at least trade them in. While I can’t really afford a car payment right about now (I’ll be needing to break the news to the dogs that they’ll have to start catching their own food – and the cats won’t make much of a meal), I decided that the only way to get peace of mind on my daily commute was to get a new car that I won’t have to worry about for a few years. So if all goes as planned, after ten mostly happy years with my 2004 Hyundai Elantra, I’ll be picking up my new vehicle after work today. Just don’t tell my current car. I once traded in an old junker of a Chevy Impala station wagon that never failed to start – until the day I was to trade it in. I wound up having AAA tow it to the dealer – “here’s your trade-in!”