OPENING LINE: if you drink a lot of water, you won't have time to put up with other people's nonsense. You'll be too busy looking for a bathroom.
One way to beat the heat, which may explain why I had such a hard time finding my seasonal parks emps who were either scarfing water or looking for a place to relieve. Much like my days with the men's golf league (long previous story). They/I would be scarfing water, beer etc. in the heat. As they sashayed into the woods to take care of business, I would be dancing until the last hole and running for the ladies' room. Not all things can be equal.
WASHINGTON WATCH: We sit back and wait as we hope and pray that the dodos in Congress (who don't seem to mind giving up all their power as well) don't pass the bbb. Not only due to its draconian treatment of the poor and uninsured to benefit the 1%, or it's adding a bunch to the national debt, but also for all the horrible "add-ons" which basically suspend any control on he who would be king. Not bright enough to be a dictator, more of a common tater. Many kings were pretty much clueless and incompetent including George III who helped us create the US back in the day to today's wannabe who was always hurt by his non-acceptance by the elite in NY society. Lipstick on a pig comes to mind...
Then to borrow Jon Stewart's observation the other day. One death by an illegal is one too many leading to the destruction of anybody with an accent or funny last name and billions for border security and ICE (Krissy is a billion over her budget with 3 months to go-oh dear). Contrasted with the hundreds of mass shootings and school children slaughtered where we hear nothing but crickets afterwards. I DIDN'T VOTE FOR THIS loud for people in the back.
THE CAR'S THE THING: More fun with my little Pontiac. As it was at the homestead for the week, JP wanted us to use it whenever, including when rain was threatened. Do you know how long it takes to get the convertible top back up in a sudden cloudburst? Well, longer than I would have thought. Of course, laughing hysterically at my fumble fingers and JP's shrieking did not help. His only concern was whether his bowling ball case would be harmed.
We then practiced dressing up SHESTOY (vanity plate) in patriotic paraphernalia. A feat I will need to complete on my own when we get to our parade rallying spot on the 4th. The OH is the artistic one. When I have said the easy way doesn't work let's abort, he's still contemplating the intricate process of decoration. Which is why Christmas decor takes three days, and no one touches a sparkly item but him. I never should have bought the extra banners, and stuck with the simple pieces, as he became determined to drape the front and back of the car like a giant American flag. Does look cool though.
Pardon the GIF.....
Also, we were at the lake over the weekend because based on a text message from that monolithic company Consumers Energy, we were informed about a planned overnight power outage. That was it! Just a little text for a life-altering event. I felt bad for those planning a wedding, reception, Grandma's 100th birthday, family reunion, gangbanger, etc., over the weekend as these are not spur-of-the-moment events. Then one news station in the area said the outage was planned for a different date. Frantic, readers of Next-Door Digest (local facebook) had multiple posts stating the June 28 date and some claiming the later date supposedly after talking to Consumers. Consequently, many of us set up our generators, took our last comfort break, flashlights and candles at the ready, drinks in the cooler waiting for 9 pm. Bars closed early, boats beat it back to shore, parties were wrapped up and unicorns huddled in silver hordes. 9:00, 9:05, 9:15, 10:00 nada. Thank you, CE, may we never listen to you again.
ON MY MIND Due to recent purchases and needing to dispose, declutter and dump stuff, we were ruminating on how difficult dumps make it to dump, particularly Granger a veritable giant among dumpsites. I recalled I had visited the place, posing on garbage mountain to shoot a segment of my City training video "It's Not Just Garbage Anymore" for trash truck drivers. Yes, definitely Oscar worthy except for the narration. Though I wrote the entire script and worked with the media person on shooting and editing, the waste material supervisor insisted on reading my brilliant technical sections. Consequently, you have my raucous intro for each chapter followed by a monotone sounding like the narrator was bent over holding his hand over his mouth while he read the script. Which actually is how he did it. Another great creative work destroyed by mediocre acting. Sigh. Wrap up my "should 'a been" trophy; I'll take it with me.
FINAL LINE: It's a crying shame that so many are showing up unarmed to a battle of wits. Peace out 💚 💙💛
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