A few weeks back I took a nap. I was in my car. The car was in my open garage.
I woke to a noise but did not look. I was comfortable. The car was locked. I wasn’t moving.
There was news of a bear prowling around the neighborhood. The bear had made the noise.
The next week I could not find my hedge trimmers. There were multiple reports of stealing out of unlocked cars. There were reports of items disappearing from porches.
My policy for lost items is that they will come back to me eventually. The lost item suddenly appears. It may take an hour. It may take a month.
Three weeks later I could not find my trimmer. My plants are overgrown. Maybe the neighborhood thief took the trimmer.
I spent a week thinking ‘the guy’ took the trimmer. The noise was from him. It was not from the bear.
Guess what I just found.
My mind was musing this morning as I sipped my coffee and watched pundits pundit.
Most seemed simultaneously excited and fearful of the possibility of Mr. Trump becoming President of these United States.
There is a chance he may lose the Republican primary, but with every delegate that he gathers, there seems to be an unease. By the end of my coffee, everyone seemed to calm down and settle into acceptance that he really may win the nomination.
He may, actually, become President. Yes, he would need to win the general election but there appears to be a H-U-G-E (Trump voice over) enthusiasm gap that could lead to poor Democratic voter turn out and high Republican turn out.
I began to think…so what….if he really goes off the rails, then Congress can get rid of him. Well, Congress has agreed to nearly never ever agree on anything. With Trump’s marketing skills, I cannot imagine anyone up for election in the next 4 years would agree to it.
So the Supreme Court could take care of it…..well, I suppose, but they will be short a Continue reading
Danced with the rain all day today. Weatherman says it was “el Niño.”
…a name that I may never be able to take seriously.
The New Fred
Back in 2012, I had a friend named Fred. He lived by my front door and sang to me when it rained. Tuesday I caught a glimpse of the new Fred. He has not sung to me yet, but that kind of friendship takes time.
Remembering old Fred:
True story from my kitchen. It was still edible at least.
Spring cleaning is not just for closets! You may recall that I have an unusual way of cleaning.
Last week, I decided to clean the mold off of the back patio. My tools: water pressure and bleach. It worked before, it should work again. Nope. I poured some bleach in a small area and decided to let it soak in and work its magic.
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In the meantime, I would be productive and clean out the gutters. I cleaned a small section and went back to the patio.
Nope still covered in nasty, stubborn mold and grime.
Back to the gutters. I made it half way through one side and headed back to the patio.
Started to focus on water pressure from my little water hose. It worked, a little…
My shoulder was sore from the gutter reacher pole thing and I was dizzy from leaning over to spray the patio at close range.
The only solution at this point:
I was watching TV this morning in an attempt to procrastinate getting ready for work. I ended up looking in on Theresa Caputo giving readings.
At some point in every reading she would say something akin to: “just know that when you were doing ________ that the soul of your loved one was present.”
Put another way: that moment when you thought you were alone, someone was watching and
they know what you did.
Does that freak anyone else out?