An Early Christmas

Traffic through the blog is always slow on Sundays, so welcome to Slow Sunday.

Today is the first of 4 days off, and I'm looking forward to each and every minute of them.  I'm also heading down to York to see my friend Betsy for lunch.  She's getting her Christmas present.  A surge protector.  Now, I know there are some of you who are thinking, 'my, that's a crappy gift,' and it might be if she had 4 or 5 laying around.  Well, she doesn't.  Because this is one of those things she never thought to buy, she ends up rotating what gets plugged in, meaning her laptop is not always fully charged.  After today, that's going to change.

Yesterday work was... tedious.  We have a lot of college kids back to work through the holidays except not all of them want to work.  Some do, but there are a number who just want to get paid to hang around with their bros, or their friends, or what ever they call them.  I'm sure there are some who find it convenient that I'm part-time since I do tell them to get off their asses and do something related to their job.

And I know not all of us believe in Santa, but, surprisingly, he must exist because we're all getting a nice present this year... and it's early!  Yep.  What, you might ask?   Well, Loser #45 and Bill O'Reilly have just started their 'history' tour, he's trying to reinforce his Big Lie, just as Omicron rears its ugly head as it spreads like wildfire.  Attendance is not breaking box office records... it's not even close.  Those who are attending are unvaxed, diehard supporters who will never wear a mask.  Many will be infected, and I don't doubt, many will die because... well, they've been told Covid is no worse than the flu... or a bad cold, so they will wait until it's too late to seek medical attention.  Oh, and if you're wondering how sparse the attendance is at these arena shows, here's a pic from Florida, last week.

Evidently, when show time rolls around, the upper levels have been cleared and those with the cheap seats have been moved down onto the floor so the crowd looks bigger than it actually is.  Loser #45 took a page from Madonna's playbook for his Houston show and arrived 2 hours late.  Now, tell me, isn't this a good reason to break into Jingle Bell Rock?

The Horseshit Extravaganza

 Well, I begin a 5 day work week today and crap, wouldn't you know it, I forgot to set my alarm clock and slept in until 0600.

I baked a loaf of Italian bread yesterday and decided to mix in some olive oil.  Big mistake.  The bread tastes great, however the loaf turned out very moist and extremely crumbly with a fairly thick, crunchy crust.  It tastes great, but you can't slice it.  Chalk this up as a lesson learned.  I'm thinking I might mix it in with a beaten egg and some whole milk and then fry the mixture into some sort of French Toasty thingy.  I have maple syrup, which makes just about anything tasty.

And yesterday, in 93(F) heat, I mowed my lawn.  Very humid, but it needed to be done.  My tomato plants seem to be doing a bit poorly.  I have tomatoes but haven't seen a flower in what seems to be weeks.  The plot where they're planted might be too wet.

I've put a link to The Body in the Loch on the top of the page.  They do let you sample read the first chapter for those out there who are curious.  And while I haven't officially begun the next one, I'm accumulating tons of notes.

I also have tons of peaches, in fact, way too many.  Some are only the size of walnuts, others the size of tennis balls.  How do you eat a peach the size of a walnut?

In case you haven't heard, Loser #45 is going to be doing an arena tour with Bill O'Reilly.  Can we talk about a horseshit extravaganza?  I wouldn't be surprised if the warm-up act isn't a MAGA hat choir singing the Hallelujah chorus.  While this seems humorous, even outright funny to some, it needs to be taken seriously.  In case you haven't realized it yet, Loser #45 doesn't care if people die, because people don't count to him.  And his party?  With him, they believe they are something, without him, they are nothing.  This is why we need to make their beliefs obsolete.  They do not understand, our patience is wearing thin.

Vacation review, so far

Today is the 2nd day of my vacation, at least that's what it's called, you know?  Those days off when you get paid from the hours you've earned the previous year.  I'm not planning on doing too many vactiony things.  Yesterday I went to see my Mom, primed and began painting some interior kitchen shutters, had a couple glasses of wine and watched "Rear Window" on my big TV.
The weather is supposed to be nicer today, warmer with more sunshine.  I'm planning on taking the dogs to the park (they love the park) and then working outside, wacking weeds and cutting up branches.  And tomorrow I'm getting my car inspected first thing in the morning!  Yippie Skippy!  And then it's on to more yard work.  This morning I realized I should have taken more days off.  Ah well, it's too late now.
Just in case nobody mentioned it, Bill O'Reilly got fired.  That's right, after years and years of harassing women he became more expensive then his ratings were worth.  I almost started laughing hysterically, you know?  Of course he'll make out like a bandit financially.  We  can only hope that this is just the beginning of his bad karma.
And down in Georgia, Jon Ossoff missed avoiding a run-off by 2% which is actually quite good.  The GOP jumped up and down, clapping themselves on their crooked, little backs with glee.  They are such dunderheads.  This does not bode well for them in the June election because people hate their interloper president.  And so, so much can go wrong, and most likely will go wrong for them until then.

Everything the Idiot in the White House does to try and improve his ratings fails:  59 Tomahawks in Syria and then nothing, the Mother of All Bombs only takes out 94 in Afghanistan, he brags about sending an "armada" to the North Korean peninsula which actually sales south away from where he said it was going... oh, and he blamed the US Navy for that one.

And one last chortley tidbit:  evidently some reporter asked Jon Ossoff when he was gong to marry his girlfriend because he's 30, and there is that small minded group of people out there who believe that if you're not married there's something wrong with you, oh, and it has to be a heterosexual marriage, other wise there's something wrong with you, and.... you know?