The Arrival

 So, yesterday was my day off and I had a few chores planned, mostly I wanted to work on painting the trim in the exercise room and the hallway.  I was upstairs moving things around when the dogs began barking... loudly.  They do that when someone walks past or a FedEx or UPS truck stops at a nearby house to make a delivery.  And then my doorbell rang.  Surprise!  My treadmill had unexpectedly arrived.  There was supposed to be an appointment... that never happened.  The tall, skinny guy who delivered it said it weighed 300 lbs, I corrected him 232 lbs.  Oh, and I had to help him get it up on the porch, and with his help, I pushed it into my living room.

Justin's coming over this morning to help me carry it up the stairs.  And, I've decided I'm going to take the day off.  I want to get it completely assembled, and maybe get a jog in.  Business has been slow.

Of course our skies were filled with clouds last evening so there was no viewing the bright planets.  A friend from Arizona posted a picture and you saw two specific points of light, not one, which means this was a lot of hype.  

And I saw where Pat Robertson, who once said the Idiot Jerk was going to be re-elected and that would start the end of days, now says the Idiot Jerk should concede.  That man is an old fool and should keep his mouth shut.  

Oh, and we're getting a teeny, weeny check from the government.  While I don't really need the funds, there are many who do.  The Republicans don't really care about them, only themselves.  The problem is too many of them are old, and too many are two wealthy.  These people need to be excluded from the election process since they only seek to serve themselves.

  

Off Course

 Can you believe tomorrow is Thanksgiving!  Holy Hackensack!  I did decide that I am going to be making desert - a pumpkin cheesecake, or at least my version of that tasty treat.

I had a customer yesterday who basically wanted to put a extremely large area rug in his unfinished basement.  We don't do area rugs.  We don't do specialty rugs.  He wanted something inexpensive so his children could play inside.  We do sell area rugs that are 8 x12 (feet).  That's not what he wanted.  He looked at our rolled carpet and talked about having us cut something 12 x 17 (feet).  So, he talked about having the carpet cut in 5 foot sections and asked me how you seam them together. When he asked me how you seam them together, I told him I don't know.  He got frustrated and said "but you sell carpets!"  And I replied, "yes, but we have a 3rd party that does the installations."  This is a customer who expected us to fulfill the picture in his mind.  That rarely happens.  

Even a half-hearted glance at the political party of the Idiot Jerk will tell you they're in trouble.  Even though the transition has begun, he is still Tweeting daily about voter fraud.  His reality twists itself tightly around conspiracy theories.  His base, believing everything he says, is going deeper and deeper into Crazy Town.  The rest of the party realizes they need to move on.  Cracks and schisms are appearing.  There's a group advising Republican voters in Georgia to write in the Idiot Jerk's name in the runoff election.  Now, how stupid is that?  Not only has he worked to divide the country, he's also tearing apart conservatives.  He is the destroyer.

For those of you keeping score, Pat Robertson was wrong.  The Idiot Jerk didn't win and the End of Days is not upon us... at least not in the way he was talking about.  Unless you've been living under a rock, this little story has been growing in popularity... around the world.  While counting sheep in Utah, the occupants in a low flying helicopter discovered something... in a canyon.  A metal monolith.  Shades of 2001, A Space Odyssey?  Though in that Science Fiction classic, the first monolith was discovered on the moon.  Is it a transmitter, or a receiver?  or just some art exhibit gone slightly Off course?

Whatever it is, you can bet the Idiot Jerk will most likely try and claim responsibility.