CHESTNUTS RESTING ON AN OPEN...Ahh Winter. The feel of Jack Frost nipping under your skirt (without tights? are you crazy). The lovely feel of wheels sliding out from under you as you drift into the snowbank on the right, the left, heading for the ditch...finally right side up on the opposite of the street facing the wrong way- whew. Shoveling 4 inches of beautiful powdery little flakes that weigh more with each shovelful. Just in time for the frickin' snowplow to trundle up the street dumping snow snots onto your freshly uncovered driveway...laughing all the way - cue music. I hate....Wait a minute. Sun's out and everything looks like glistening diamonds and the roads are clear and dry so what the hey, winter's ok.
We appear to be hosting a B&B for deer this year. With the mild winter last year and less hunters, the mature dudes are still around, and the younger ones been "getting busy". After demolishing our bushes and attacking the bird feeder, a squad has taken over the back yard which is technically a rest stop on the way to the river. They have been climbing on the deck to get at the juicy seed on the ground and resting next to the wooded area in the yard. Nothing like a set of antlers gazing back at you when you peep out the patio doors at 3 in the morning. Don't ask.
JAM TIME "I got dumped and all I got was this stinkin' ambassadorship to Greece" (phrase borrowed from a friend). Well as break-up consolation prizes go, that's a winner. Even if you are not fond of souvlaki or gyros being a gal from California and all. Course all the good "mexican" food will be leaving along with the legitimate immigrants who are getting caught up in the mass hysteria of forcible deployment back to, in some cases, a place they've never been. Quick how does one stop looking ethnic?
For all those still waiting on cheap gas and cheaper groceries, marmalade told Time mag that well, it's hard to bring something down once it's up - oh really? There's no big knob to turn off inflation? No spigot to steal water from Canada? Of course, once he and muskie make Canada the 51st state it's all gravy. That's also in a week where they created chaos on the debt ceiling. Wow, just wow. And half of 'merica believed this hockey puck? Enjoy the ride-this is only the beginning for Pres-elect muskie and VP marmalade. Though in extensive research, I have not found one person who voted for muskie. Also considering he was born in South Africa and not being eligible it explains why he had to take the backdoor route. Can you spell o-l-i-g-a-r-c-h (a class perfected in russia).
WORLD OF POD Completed the January program recording last week and learned how badly emergency responders and health care workers are abused at work. I mean, I knew but not in detail. Part of their training program includes live video of health care workers being "literally" abused. The thrust of the training developed was teaching "situational awareness". Knowing where you are and what risk you might be encountering. As nursing staff is programmed to be compassionate and hands on they had to learn to be a little more wary and hesitant when entering a situation/room, etc. Family members are even more volatile at times. Another interesting fact was training was developed among various disciplines, security (police), nurses, emergency personnel, etc. I complimented them on that aspect as what seems to be a logical collaboration, often results in different groups have their own "way of doing things" and don't appreciate outside scrutiny or opinion for that matter.
Most of my threats came as a Personnel Director. In Safety, usually it was the management that threatened, but only verbally lol. I had to come up with my own security/escape plans. File 11 meant run do not walk and get the dudes with uniforms and pistols. Irate applicants were upset but usually not armed. After an employee threatened to blow up the building (and me) I instituted a locked door, high counter between you and the visitor policy unless we knew the perp. Friendly but wary. So now you know why I have to see the Exit whenever I am seated. I mentally plan my escape route or hiding place. In church I'm sliding under the pew and wiggling out worm-like. Assume absolute panic and the closest door not being accessible unless you like doing the wave under people's feet. Have a Plan B.
Next month I will be interviewing the head of Michigan Occupational Safety & Health Administration (MIOSHA). We were catching up at a meeting this week. He humorously (I guess) repeated for the nth time to go "easy on him" in the interview. I've known Bart for years and worked on projects for him when I was at MIOSHA. Either he hasn't listened to my podcasts, or he really is nervous about the interview. I always script ahead of time so they know the questions that will be asked. I may take it as a compliment that he thinks I'm tough as he actually tried to get me to postpone retirement and interview for the Director of Construction Enforcement. No pitiful petunia could have done that job, but he thought I could. LOL.
Well since we must stick with tradition ending on a humorous note: How do festive sheep greet one another? Fleece Navidad of course. All the best of Christmas to you and yours. Peace out...💚 💙💛
PS: NO L (get it?) Merry Crustrove Randoob
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