Now and Then

 Another late entry, not because I slept in, rather I rose and shone at the same hour, it's just that this morning I drove down to the Lebanon VA to get vaccinated, both Flu and Covid.  Some people have reactions, occasionally my arm has gotten sore, but normally my white cells do their job quietly.  That doesn't mean I'm not going to take a nap this afternoon.  

During my ride down I discovered that Lebanon is colder than Harrisburg by a few degrees.  When I left the temp outside was 31 (F), however, as I was driving down 934 between the cornfields waiting to be harvested in Lebanon Country, the temp was 29 (F).  There was actual frost on the fields, not just some glaze on my windshield.  That means that the frost is finally on the pumpkin.

What's on the chore menu for today?  Well, as if you needed to ask, painting the cabinet frames.  I also want to clean and paint the cabinet doors.  New, white hinges are arriving today to go with the white cabinets.  Once the doors are cleaned and primed I can rehang them on the freshly painted cabinets.

I'm also going to sign up for my dental insurance so I can get my teeth cleaned.  I don't really need any dental work done other than a good cleaning, but my dentist is picky about the insurance he takes.  And in case you were wondering, dental is the one thing that I know of that the VA doesn't cover.  Because of this, I've decided to alternate: one year I'll get insurance and have my teeth professionally cleaned, and then I'll skip a year.  

And for those of you who didn't get a chance to listen to the new Beatles song, here it is.  I warned my sister to grab her hanky.

And that daffy Mikey Johnson sent a budget to the Senate that was dead on arrival.  Either he's not a quick learner, or he and his hardline conservative buddies in the House will force a government shutdown in an attempt to force their agenda.  They don't seem to understand that at the polling booth that is going to hurt them more than it helps them, but then no one ever said Conservatives were smart.  Selfish?  Yes.  Smart?  No.  

There's also some sort of odd stuff flying around that he doesn't claim any income and that he doesn't appear to have a bank account.  Ouch.  If that's true, there's something seriously wrong since as a congressman, he needs to have an account in order to get paid.  No paper checks for Mikey.

 

His Little Wanker

 This is my Thursday with a stutter.  In your normal 5 day work week to day would be my Friday, but I'm repeating my Thursday... or maybe I've got that wrong and I'm going to repeat my Friday.  That makes sense, too.

One thing is true, we are approaching the end of September and fall is not really in the air.  I needed to run the ceiling fans last evening.  We've had some crisp mornings, but so far nothing frosty.  I don't mind the frost, the way it paints lightening jagged patterns on the windshield of my car and a crispy little rinse of frozen white upon my lawn.  Rain is coming later today, and tonight, and tomorrow, so the temps are going to drop.  Sometime soon, we will be getting the inevitable Frost on the Pumpkin.

And, in case anyone is wondering, that is not my yard and that is not my pumpkin.

I see where the Idiot Jerk in the White House is now suggesting Biden should undergo a blood test to prove he isn't using any mind enhancing drugs.  You know what I think they should do?  Both men should sit down at the very beginning of the debate and let America watch each of them have blood drawn.  That's right, a sample from each.  It doesn't take long to test for mind enhancing drugs.  By the end of the debate the world should know if either of them has been popping pills.  Of course, they'd also be able to tell what type of meds each of them has been taking.  I think that's important.  And, while their at it, why not do a pee test?  Though I can't think of one person who might really be interested in watching either of them pee in a little plastic cup.  Though, I'm certain in the Idiot Jerk's mind there's millions of Cracker Jack Crazies out there who desperately dream of seeing his little wanker.

And what about his taxes?  Of course, he shouting Fake, Fake, Fake.  I know that many in his base are brain dead and will never remember, but the fact that his multiple bankruptcies have been used to avoid paying Federal Income Taxes is not new news.  That little clip is from a 2016 article in Forbes.  They estimate he avoided paying taxes for 2 decades.  Shit, when this man screws America, he screws America.

The Time for Dicky Dunkin '

Okay, so this is my first morning using my new writing table.  It has wheels.  It rolls... somewhat.  My keyboard fits nicely on it allowing me to sit back and write.  The only thing it's missing is the mousepad table, a little shelf that juts out to the right for my mouse.  The bracket used to attache the little table was not included.  Shit.  So, I sent them an email last evening.  There was an 800 number for Customer Service, however that just took you to a General Voice Mailbox.  I did, of course, let them know that is an inappropriate way to handle Customer Service.
Weather wise, we have about 3 more days of hot weather.  That's right, our thermometer goes up into the 80's... still.  And it's October.  This is that time of year we are supposed to be getting close to Indian Summer.  This is the time of year I also remember that cute little porno poem I learned years ago:

When the weather's warm and sticky

Ain't not time for dunkin' dicky

When the frost is on the pumpkin

That's the time for dicky dunkin'

As you might presume, my youth was rather... ribald.  Or maybe it's not a poem, just a cute little rhyme.  I'm sure a lot of you recite something similar every autumn.

I heard that the Idiot Jerk in the White House apologized to Brett Kavanaugh last evening... ain't that a hoot?  While I was listening to the news this AM, there was this small bit about how the women in America are furious with both the Idiot Jerk and the GOP... which is an even bigger hoot!  Republicans just don't get it.  Neither does that crazy religious faction which makes up their base, you know?  The cult that believes a woman's best place is in the home, making babies and baking cookies.  The ones who think a wife's main goals is to make her husband feel superior.  Sure, she can go out and get a job if she wants to help supplement their income, but she better damn well not get paid better than her husband.  That group which totally denies the evolution happening around them because it's not in their holy texts.

Anyway, they're in for a bit of a surprise come November.  Right in the middle of dicky dunkin' season they are going to be rather painfully dunked.  Ouch!  

Can't you just hear the Idiot Jerk saying "what do you mean women voted against me?  Don't they know I'm the greatest?  Even the Chinese say I have a very, very large brain."