Does anyone know why people put stickers on their cars that state "Baby on Board"? Does that prompt a special untouchable screen around the car in question that repels any possible collision? Which would indicate if it's just regular people, not babies, one can attack at will. Rules of auto war games I assume.
And does anyone really want to buy a product from fake commercial people that basically call anyone not doing what they recommend an uninformed dumbass? I especially loathe the two women who apparently spend their entire waking moments cleaning their houses. One even spouts "I know all the tricks". So there is trickery involved-who knew and who cares? Most of us are not married to our houses though that would be an interesting combo. Just think of the excuses - "No, we can't come to the party; my house is having a mid-eave crisis and has nothing new to wear". Being annoyed I always forget what they're selling-not a great advertisement for the product/service.
Exciting week as the new "plug in your house" system was installed. Upon losing power we now have the ability to generate specific vital parts of our ongoing existence-mainly heat, water, refrig and potty. However, the second component, the generator, led to a bit of wrangling with the OH over his usual insistence on "overkill" on the generator size and manufacturer. Although the 6500 would do the job, the 7000 would do the job better, quieter, no carburetor, blue tooth enabled and would not have to work at full capacity. So what's the problem? The 180 day, give or take, wait time for the 7000! Apparently any available generators are all down in Louisiana. Praying for good weather for the foreseeable future, as is Louisiana I imagine,
But the OH was vindicated when, big surprise to the Honda dealer, a wayward 7000 unit mysteriously appeared. Whether it was a miracle, stolen or just bad intel, the main thing is we now have the behemoth in the garage happily awaiting its maiden voyage; the machine which of course I could not figure out how to connect to my phone as advertised...sigh,
Changing topics, I am struck by the similarity with police departments fighting so vehemently about vaccine mandates with my own struggles with the City police and fire when vaccines and protective gear were introduced. Logic would indicate that these public safety folks are on the front lines of exposure to general mayhem, violence and disease because of their work. So fighting against the wearing of latex gloves with patients, bullet resistant vests, hepatitis and covid vaccines seems a "no-brainer". Especially when a positive test affects co-workers, other people and family members.
More than 400 officers died through covid infections, twice as many as from gunshots, since March, 2020. This is documented by the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Fund. Though I scrupulously peruse any information explaining why they are resisting outside of a vague "freedom of choice" I've seen no cogent argument. Freedom, of course, is relative and only applies in specific circumstances for some people. I think I shall start deciding which rules or laws I shall adhere to in the name of freedom.
Shift Change again. Putting up the latest school picture of the grandson I am stuck by how much he has changed in a couple of years. Face is thinned out and he looks more mature-the baby is gone 😔. Joe is such an outgoing extrovert it surprises folks to know how young he is. Belle of both September parties and memorable as I keep hearing from folks who were in attendance. He has these "Joe-ism" moments I call them. He refers to Crystal Light Lemonade as "pink water". He refers to not wearing a shirt as a "naked shirt". He has clearly instructed his Mother not to pick him up from school until at least 5:30 as he needs time with his buds. He researches what he is interested in rather than asking Nana. Alas I am outdone by Google, but sometimes the big G and I do not agree.
He asked permission to watch a Godzilla movie on his IPad the other day. He knows I hate monster movies, but his concern was different this time. "It has some bad words in it like the B-word and the F-word." Curious I asked if he understood what the F-word meant. "Oh yeah" he says. I persisted and he told me it meant you were dumb. Stifling my amusement I told him "Well that's not exactly what it means, but you're right, you should not use it".
Final Shift Unlike school pictures chronicling the differences, we often don't notice change until we stand back and compare. Though so much stays the same regardless of the impetus put to it. Things like hatred, fear, bias and bad behavior. Someone said, actually in a comic, that people love to pile on and hate something or someone when prompted by a bully as it keeps them from focusing on their own horrible behavior. It certainly is a different world than four years ago and rudeness and impatience are the norm. I know I don't use the middle finger after bad traffic behavior any more in fear of armed retaliation. Well, full disclosure, that was kind of rude behavior on my part as well. ..but so satisfying to signal "I saw that Bozo"... PEACE OUT ✌
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