Build Back... what the hell?

 Well, my alarm went off at 0500 this morning and I rolled over and shut it off.  Biggie had me up twice during the night to go potty outside, so a little lay-in was acceptable.  

Yesterday was a good day down in York with my friend Betsy.  Funny thing though, I got a call and a text from the store asking me if I wanted to work a couple of hours.  The answer was, as you might expect, no.  This scheduler has been doing this job for 2 years and still doesn't understand she needs to schedule for coverage, not hours.

Also, my Epson printer stopped printing in color right in the middle of a picture of the rooftops of the the French Quarter.  I was not very happy.  The regular printer head cleaning wasn't working, so I had to do a power clean.  I hope this isn't going to be an ongoing problem.  It's less than a year old.

I took this picture of the moon yesterday afternoon when I got home from York, almost looks like the sun, doesn't it?

And, of course, Manchin ignorantly knifed the Build Back Better plan in the back yesterday.  One of the bits I read said he had never been fully on board.  This is not me defending him.  If that's the case he should have been far more vocal.  Instead it appears he teased his vote for the legislation.  I understand he's a moderate Democrat from a Conservative state, however I doubt very much if his antics are going to win him any votes back home... except maybe Republican votes.  And, of course, he does like the pleasure of the Corporate company he keeps, thanks to them and his business dealings he's managed to buy a Maserati. 

Mounted

 Holy Crap!  I get to go back to work today!  In case you haven't realized it, there's faux excitement in my words.  You know? Me?  Work?  Any sort of joy whatsoever?   Ah, I'll be honest, it's not quite that bad.  I'm not going to really mind working for the next 4 days.  In fact, the only thing I find disconcerting at all is the steady rise in temps.  Tuesday, my next day off, the temps are supposed to crest at a toasty 96 (F).  That's warm... really warm.

One of the things I accomplished on my 2 days off was getting all four book covers mounted in the hallway.  Each one is an original work of art.  I tried to order the same frames for all of them, but things didn't quite turn out as planned, so from now on I suppose they will all be different.

I went to see "Hitman's Wife's Bodyguard" last evening.  I had a fun sans mask.  Almost like old times, except the kids at the concession stand were wearing masks.  Not vaccinated.  The movie was very funny at times.  Lots of action.  Ryan Reynolds has become quite the safe actor, being reliably funny or serious as the need arises.  There were 2 surprising bits of casting:  Tom Hopper, from The Umbrella Academy playing a rival bodyguard, and Morgan Freeman playing Ryan Reynolds' father... don't ask.

For those who didn't see it, Republican Governor of West Virginia, Jim Justice (okay, you can stop laughing at his name) said that if you're not vaccinated, you're entering a death drawing.  He said he doesn't want the wheel of death to stop at his name, though if you ask me, that would indeed be justice, his being a Republican.

And rumors are spreading as to which one of Trump's closest minions is going to be thrown under the bus first.  I understand odds are growing it's going to be Jared since isn't really genetically related.  There have been rumors that Jared and Ivanka Danka have been trying to put some distance between themselves and Loser #45.  Which might make sense, since the failed will always place blame on someone else.  Of course, there are also rumors that those 'distancing' rumors are just 'pr.'

Daily Chores

Okay, so it's Tuesday.  I'm scheduled off today - that doesn't mean I'm not going to do things.  Basically, this is a clean, clean, do laundry day.  These are the chores I do on my day off.  While I will do the dishes everyday, the big stuff is put on hold till I'm off.  Not that it takes that much longer.  These are just the things I enjoy the least.
They are forecasting cloudy skies which I can deal with.  The temp is comfortable outside, though humid.  Central air is off, and the ceiling fans are still on.  If I get the chance, I might even do my nails 🙄.
So, we had another stupid customer at the paint desk:  she owns a 'rental unit,' her term for a townhouse with tenants.  One set is moving out and another is moving in.  There were stains on the bedroom carpets and she wanted to replace them.  She picked the cheapest carpet we install, and the cheapest padding and made her purchase, a carpet which is guaranteed to get installed in 3 days.  A day after putting this install on her credit card... she changed her mind.  She decided the stained carpet in one of the bedrooms weren't that bad, and her new tenants could just live with them.  She also complained about the last tenants, how they left the place a mess... now you know why.  Anyway, she called too late.  The carpet had already shipped.  If she didn't want to go through with the install on one of the rooms, she'd have to pay a 20% restocking fee (the carpet was already cut).  We had to deal with her complaining about fairness, and how the customer was always right, and how she was going to go to our competitor.  In the end, she chose not to pay the restocking fee.  The install is going through.  Her new tenants are going to get new carpet in both bedrooms.  These are the chores we deal with at work.

Funny thing, as I was looking for clip art for today's post, I came across a chore list that included 'morning prayers.'  I'm sorry, but if you consider your daily devotions a chore, you should probably re-evaluate your faith.
And finally, one of my daily chores is checking out my news feeds.  Sometimes they make me laugh, sometimes they piss me off.  This AM I saw in the WSJ a report on tariffs on car imports is being delayed (Ha Ha).  We have a lot of car dealers selling imports... ouch!  And in a desperate attempt to keep the Coal Industry alive in West Virginia, the EPA is permitting states to set their own emissions standards (this is shit).  Power plants are running away from coal as fast as possible, however this administration's 1950's viewpoint doesn't see that.

Run with this

Yesterday I cleaned the downstairs, today I'll do the same to the 2nd floor.  Were I living in France, yesterday I would have cleaned the ground floor and today I will clean the 1st floor.  Isn't my life a joy.
Today I also want to get my hair cut.  Another joy, having my hair short.  My neighbor left his hair grow and now looks like a haggard, old woman.
While going to Giant yesterday morning, I passed a young man, probably in his mid-twenties.  He was running up a hill on the Wertzville Road.  Shirtless.  He obviously spends quite a lot of time working out... lifting weights... and running.  All of his muscles were moving.  His arms synchronized with his gait.  And I thought to myself, that's rather amazing.  You know?  Seeing a Greek God running up the Wertzville Road?

He looked a lot like this... but this is somebody else, the guy I saw had not tats

Oh, and there are primary elections today... prepping the country for the midterms.  Both Indiana and West Virginia have Republican candidates running for Congress who make the GOP nervous... very nervous.  You see some of these candidates act quite a lot like the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  And  the GOP is very concerned that these 'wanna be Idiot Jerks' will cost them seats.  They're terrified of losing their majority.  Even the Idiot Jerk is so worried he told the voters of West Virginia to vote for the more moderate Republicans.  Now, isn't that rich?

Oh, and the Idiot Jerk is going to announce sometime today whether he's going to pull the US out of the Iran nuclear deal.  You can bet, his final decision will be solely derived not from thoughtful contributions by those surrounding him.  Nope, he is going to run with the 'yea' or 'nay' that chases down the most press.  He doesn't really care about nuclear proliferation.  His every decision is based on what will get the most people talking about him.  His ego needs to feed it's addiction.