We even have a bit of fog (makes seeing any "neighbors" less easy - I like that).
Temps today will reach the upper 70s with mostly sunshine and no precip because we had it all this weekend.
With that said, let's begin another "fun-filled" 120 hours until we reach this Friday...
*** First off, the morning paper...(sighs)...where to begin...
Ever since or one really GOOD carrier left the business a few years back, we've been saddled with a plethora of incompetent ADULTS whose only purpose for having a paper routs is some extra "beer money" (or whatever else), and that speaks to a part of a large problem that bugs this nation - lack of PRIDE in one's work.
Now, granted that delivering papers isn't a fast-track to a publishing career, but if you HAVE something called a WORK ETHIC to begin with, you DO THE BEST you can, no matter the situation, right? It helps to have this in order to KEEP the damn job as well.
Well, this morning, the paper was on the WALKWAY between our steps and NOT on the top step where we requested it should be.
It's a good size top step, easy to hit with a half-decent arm, but tossing from a car idling curbside isn't the BEST way to make it.
So, once again I call in to "suggest" (read complain) about the delivery.
This comes on the hells of receiving TWO SUNDAY papers yesterday. One placed on the top step (huzzah), and another ON THE SIDEWALK...and that one was LAST WEEK'S Sunday paper...complete and bagged. Go frigging figure, people. I have no idea what this carrier is doing, but I guess that's fine...neither do they.
Perhaps the newspaper will let this bird GO, and then we can start all this anew...AGAIN.
Work ethics? WHAT work ethics?
*** Had a problem with our primary toilet on Saturday, and that prompted a quasi-emergency run to Menard's yesterday.
So, Wifey and I drive over to the big-box and get some parts...along with other stuff like more plants (found some really cool ones), a few border edge bricks (for out front), two solar lights shaped like a butterfly and hummingbird (that rotate colors) for cheap, and a few other items...a good haul.
After we got home, away I went into the bathroom and do some "plumbing"...
(Dudley Dickerson 1906 - 1968) that plays the chef in the house is BRILLIANT..."Sorry folks, dinner's postponed on account of rain."
NO, there is no shut off AT the toilet (where there SHOULD be), and since Curly once noted that "...water always runs downhill", I knew WHERE to go to shut off the water...the BASEMENT.
Well, after that, and about ten non-cussin' minutes later, I turned the water back on, and gave the fix a "test drive"...
Flushed like a damn dream...nice and smooth. I even swapped out the handle assembly.
(I) get them planted.
And it all worked out quite well, even with us adding a THIRD hummingbird feeder we have near the patio door.
Two fer two...I'm feeling like a kid again.
I made a spaghetti dinner w/ hot sausage...AND had a beer (Guinness, of course) to chase it down in memory of Dad, and Father's day.
All in all, not a bad time...for a welcome change.
*** That brings me to Father's Day in the ghettohood...(do control your laughter.)
|Must be another Father's Day.|
Sorry, that's just what I notice...lots of "man-children" with NO responsibility hanging out, doing as little as possible, unless it has to do with crime or drugs.
|Ghetto moms - and proud of it.|
The males roam from crib to crib in their boomcars, replete with rims, tires and kick-ass stereos, settling in for a spell with one female, then eventually moving on to the next one...and so on.
Think of it as a "Circle of Strife" kinda thing...
"You can't DRIVE a house, BUT you CAN live in a car." would be the response by most all these males.
|Wonder if this applies at LIQUOR stores?|
Everyone's "winging it", making it up as they meander along, and that usually means little good will come of such upbringing.
Welcome to the ghettohood, folks.
*** Lastly today, because I feel like keeping this short and sweet for a Monday, is that SOME sense of family needs to be in every person's life.
Mankind IS a social creature...from earliest accounts, we have seen that man has sought out others of his kind, rather than go it all alone.
In a tribal sense, the reasoning in flawless. When being attacked or trying to survive, there is safety in numbers.
These days, being as "civilized" as we're supposed to be, it's okay to not be AS social as our ancient ancestors. We can still remain in touch with everyone and everything, thanks to inventions and technology.
But every time the pendulum swings ONE way, it invariably HAS to swing back the OTHER way.
WANT to do anything.
Life is always more about NEEDS than WANTS, anyway...if you're really living life and not going through the motions of it.
People need to figure out what they NEED to do in life, and that will require some effort.
Some of it will be physical, some mental, and much of it emotional.
But THAT is how we all advance as a species...or at least how we SHOULD.
I believe such things are easily attainable for ANY of us, as long as the desire doesn't wain.
Have yourselves a great week.
Stay SAFE out there, America.