Disarray

 So, we had another one of those nights when the temps didn't drop below freezing.  Same thing is in the forecast for this tonight.  Today skies are predicted to be overcast, thought temps are again supposed to be sitting around in the mid 40s (F).  Tomorrow, our temps are supposed to climb into the mid 50s (F) and I might try and get a little yard work done.

Yesterday I closed out an IRA, and did the entire thing online... well, mostly.  I initiated the process with a phone call, and then used DocuSign to complete the paperwork they sent me.  Easy, peasy.  For those of you who don't know, IRAs are a great way to save, however when you reach a certain age, you're going to need to begin cashing them in because they are Retirement Accounts.  They give you a choice, regular disbursements, or you can take a lump sum.  I did the lump sum.  I also had them take out a bit more in taxes since I know I'll get it back next year.

Otherwise, yesterday was mostly prepping for the new rower, which arrives today.  Wow!  Talk about fast action.  I bought it Sunday and it's getting delivered today.  All of the furniture was moved yesterday, so this morning is just going to be rearranging of the equipment left in the training room.  Still, looking at it, I must admit that it likes a lot of disarray.

Of course, there's disarray in politics.  The Republicans in Congress are going to push through vague impeachment charges on Mayorkas because they need immigration as an election issue.  This is one of those dead horses they like to kick so much, not in that it isn't a problem, but it gives them a constant charge they can levy at the Democrats.  

And things are going to grow more untidy when Trump's next penalty is announced, probably within the next few days.  He's is going to explode, and the angrier he gets, the angrier his base gets.  At some point, any semblance of control will be lost.  Their rage will be like a fire and consume them like a bonfire from Hell.  What a shame we'll not be able to get out our marshmallows. 

Pronouncing Fuchsia

Well, I ordered some new Tamarac slippers this AM, nothing fluffy or super plush; hopefully they'll be fairly rugged since I wear them quite a bit when I'm home.
I also tried to rollover some of my 401K into a much safer IRA... and was told that I have to wait... like another 6 months.  Now we're only allowed to do rollovers once per year, which sucks.  I hate keeping money in it, especially with the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  Like all small minded conservatives, when the stock market does drop like a rock, he'll blame it on somebody else - probably Bill Clinton.  For those who don't remember, that's what the Idiot Bush did... asshole.  Anyway, I've got to let my 401K sit until April of 2018...  talk about having a personalized nail-biter.
We had a counterfeiter in the store yesterday - $100 bills.  He picked a tall, thin, 24 year old cashier who is usually easily intimidated because he thought this cashier would be an easy mark.  Well, this effeminate cashier pulled out his cajones and said "sorry, $100 need to be run through our self-checkout."  Self-checkout knows the difference.  Well, the culprit said "I don't want to walk all the way down there, let me go get my credit card," and left the building.  Me?  I wanted to cup that cashier's cajones and compliment him on their size but I knew that to do so would cause his head to explode with the million shades of fuchsia blushing across his face.

Oh, and for those who don't know, it's pronounced 'few-sha' not 'fuck-see-ah.'
The funny thing about this attempt at counterfeiting is that the same person tried it last week outside at our garden register... and got away with it - $800.  The cashier who took the bills was a 65 year old Trump supporter.  When this cashier was asked why he didn't call management he said, "well, there was a customer waiting."  I kid you not.  I think that this proves once and for all that those who support the Idiot Jerk have no balls.