SIGNS OF THE TIMES As Spring careens into the (too short) summer so many things start popping up-flowers, shorts, sweat, dogs without coats, fairs, parades and FOR SALE signs. An inevitable rite of passage is the mobile population frantically taking advantage of the summer house buying frenzy. Not so great timing as interest rates are up their highest in 9 months. Oh well. The colorful signs, depending on your realtor of choice blend seamlessly with the greens, reds, yellows, pinks and whites of our abbreviated growing season. The multi-faceted plow patterns painted on the fields by the individual farmers and tractors of green and red. Truly a riot of color. And the frustration of the tractor's presence on those meandering country 2-laners. Honking does not help, so chill with some car seat yoga and enjoy the sights.
ORANGE UPDATE Got to love marmie's everyday trashing of norms. On a no-bid contract basis (as required by any governmental unit) he's facing the typical contractor problems with the reflecting pool. You know how he said he knows a "swimming pool" contractor who will do it for 1.3 million which magically balloons into 13 million a week later. After accepting his "doing business" bribe the orange one goes with I don't know the guy. Us lower government worker types would be disciplined if we accepted a potato chip from a vendor, but that's just silly people following the rules.
And wouldn't it be marvelous when you're handed the top job that you can promote your personal attorney, who could not win your other trials as he was forced to hold bags of wet noodles for evidence, into a position where he can start making deals for you, on the taxpayer dime by suing yourself and winning with total civilian immunity. Wonderful. I hope his eventual disbarment and possible imprisonment is worth what he is reaping now. The hench people usually end up holding the bag on these things-so get a clue.
FEEDING THE FLOCK Trying to locate our "finch stick" as we've caught them trying to raid hummer's sugar water. They have zero chance of fitting their fat hungry beaks into the tiny little holes, but that doesn't stop them from trying. Though I only have one hummer, the finch stick supports several at the same time though some have to hang upside down. Between the cold weather and copious rain this holiday weekend our feeding stations are getting a workout with several tentative forays to check if we've filled everything. Although a woodpecker or cardinal will just bang on your window for service, not all birds are that rude.
JP SIGHTINGS Haven't seen the grandson as much last couple of weeks. Usually he calls Tuesday or Wednesday, but his schedule is getting busier. He's been helping other Grandma and joining the guys on the weekends rebuilding her decks. He's maturing faster than any of us want to see, but it is inevitable. I promised him my 2007 convertible when he's 16 which is only two years away and hopefully it will still be able to flip its lid for him which is the cool factor. He's used to driving the ATVs, golf cart and, on occasion, his dad's giant Ford Explorer (though not far). As he was helping his dad clean up the pole barn the other day I watched him back the golf cart out of the way. He whipped that huge machine between Dad's motorcycle; the garbage can and angled it through the open door like a pro-definitely smoother than I would have. At any rate, he is going to be more than ready for Driver's Ed. His folks call him Pablo due to his very noticeable dark mustache, and he actually grew four inches in the last year so perhaps the height is finally catching up to the other maturity indicators. At any rate,
Peace Out/Stay Strong/Love Your Neighbor/Eat More Cake/Drive Efficiently/Salute a Vet 💚 💙💛
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