Today is my loooooong day. Not in hours, so much. To be honest. I work much longer hours when I work from home. But today is the day I have to stay at work until 5:00. This is pretty stupid, as it means I don’t bother coming in until 8:30 and I then make sure I take time to run out to the grocery store to buy food (and by food, I mostly mean beer, though I may toss a few other things in my basket so as not to appear to be an alcoholic to the bored kid at the register who couldn’t care less and only asks for ID in order to be polite). It’s not bad this time of year because the beer food stays cold in my trunk, but come summer I have to bring fake ice for my thermal bags. Maybe I should stick a couple coolers in there (though I really need to clean my trunk out, because I cleaned my car out a couple weeks ago by tossing all the shit in the car into the trunk.
Yesterday was somewhat exciting. I went to let Fritzi in, and noticed that the other two dogs (I still think of them as puppies, but they’re over a year old so I guess they’re all growed up now) were nowhere in sight. Turns out, there was a hole where the crappy wooden snow fence was busted up, and they skedaddled into the woods. This is kind of a bummer because they don’t typically wear their collars (because Bud take them off either himself or his sister and then proceeds to chew them into tiny little pieces).
Peggy heard me whistling and cam running back in through the hole in the fence, but Bud was nowhere to be seen. So I had to go out into the woods (which sucked because it was about 38 degrees and raining), where he was still nowhere to be found. After much whistling and pondering over which direction I should try heading off to next, he finally came bounding through the snow and came back inside with me. Then I had to go fix the hole in the fence and walk the perimeter looking for more escape points. As soon as I let them out again, they bounded for where the hole was, saddened that it was a no longer viable egress.
For now, things seem secure, but of course I now feel compelled to stand around looking at them all the while they’re out.
Otherwise, there isn’t much of interest going on. That Bladerunner dude is still insisting that he thought his girlfriend was a burglar. Far be it for me to judge somebody else, but when you live with another person and you hear someone in the bathroom in the middle of the night, do you really automatically assume it’s a burglar?
Not at my age.
If somebody took a shot at me every time I went to the can at night, my bathroom would riddled with bullet holes. I’d risk getting blasted about ten times a night.
At the very least, you think maybe – even if you felt compelled to grab your firearm – you’d say, “oh, honey…. I have my .38 trained at the bathroom door. If that’s you in there, please say something, or at the count of three, I start blasting. One..two….”
Our union has reached a tentative 5-yr contract agreement with the State and, as predicted, we’re getting screwed. Health insurance premiums up 6%, a furlough amounting to a 2% pay cut over the next two years, no increases for the past two years when we were working without a contract, basically diddly-squat this year, and 2% raises over the final two years.
Could have been worse, I suppose, but the increase in insurance premiums combined with the furlough and the previous 2% increase in the payroll tax is all kind of difficult to deal with all at once (it’s not like any other prices – or taxes – are going down). Could be time to cut the satellite TV service off when my two years are up in April. I’ll miss SU games on ESPN, but, well, whattya gonna do?
Oh well, time to get back to work while I still have a job, I guess.
Lola, thank goodness, has not escaped the backyard. She’s afraid of deer and raccoons and so she patrols the perimeter from a safe distance and only barks at deer when she has at least 30 feet between her and the fence. Clifford, on the other hand, is quite the escape artist. He has managed several forays into the woods and a couple of them have been with his little sister Rosie. He’s so quick and sneaky that he has managed to get right by me without my noticing his little slinky orange body. When he does it I get to convince the neighbors that I’m a nut as I run around yelling his name. He does answer to his name but, like most cats, he does so in his own good time. None of this running up to me to let me know he’s glad to see me. Instead he saunters slowly, as if he’s just out for his usual stroll. And Rosie follows behind. Every time I leave the house I call him to make sure he’s inside.
I got ID’d yesterday at Safeway buying some wine at one of those new fangled self serve registers.
The funny thing is that I usually eschew them for the alternative in hopes that exercise in futility might keep some real person employed. Now I know as long as you are buying alcohol, there has to be a human intervention in case it is 1972 all over again.
:rofl2:
I remember a tabloid story about a guy somewhere who had killed his mother-in-law sleeping on a couch in his garage by hitting her repeatedly with an axe. Apparently, he went in because he heard her snoring and thought it was a bear or some other varmint and started hitting her multiple times (it may have been triple digits). He acknowledged that after the first few whacks, he realized his mistake but kept on swinging. As he said, “I guess something snapped”.
While I admire the man for making his mother-in-law sleep on a couch in the garage, I cannot condone his beating her to death.
If snoring like a wild animal gets you killed, there would have been a death at my house long ago.
I’m very lucky to be alive m’self. My thanks to those ex’s who let me survive and axe control.
Woke up to thunder snow/sleet/rain. Weather dude says he has never seen the variety of precip we are receiving today.
I had an escapee yesterday as well. The Dupster found a flaw in my temporary fence and was a neighborhood enterloper last night. We are city folk now so cars are the real concern when the dogs are untethered.
Our house must have been owned by a concrete manufacturer because there is pavement surrounding the structure. We finally found someone to rip out one side so we can get some plants in between our neighbor and us. They had to remove part of the fence and with this weather we now have a mud pond. Dogs racing through the muck = disaster.
Dogs + mud = Happy Doggies! :pup: