On Again, Off Again

Holy Moly! Our temp is up to 61 (F), though we still have the rain.  If the forecasters are correct our high on this drizzly day will be in the low 70s (F).  We are heading into a warming period, something that's a bit closer to seasonal.  June is less than a week away.  I do want to remind people that our recent cold period does mean this summer is going to be cool and damp, in fact it might be quite the opposite.  The latter, I think, might be what we are in for.

And retail yesterday was slow.  One of my customers stopped in about 45 minutes before I was supposed to leave to get quotes on her carpet installation.  Unfortunately, we need to call our measurement services to have quotes built, and when I called them I got a message saying that my hold time might be less than 15 minutes.  That means I could have been on hold for 20 -25 minutes, so I sent them emails asking them to build the quotes.  This afternoon I will follow up to insure that the quotes were built and sent to her.  They have a problem of only building only one quote.

Otherwise, the day was boring.  We were served breakfast all day, which was nice.  The sausages were fine.  However, they decided to make chocolate ship pancakes.  I love pancakes... plain pancakes.  I might be a grazer, but I'm also a very picky eater.

I finished watching The Boroughs last night.  I enjoyed it.  The cast is almost entirely made up of late middle aged and younger senior actors.  It's good to see actors I grew up with still working their trade.  Geena Davis and Alfre Woodard are simply terrific!  And when was the last time you got to see Alfred Molina singing Bruce Springsteen's Thunder Road?  On the surface, The Boroughs is a senior living facility, where older people go to spend the rest of the lives in cul-de-sacs.  Except there's something off in The Boroughs.  Something seems to be hiding in the dark.  This series is a freaking hoot!

And the Orange Asshole's on again, off again war is... well, who the hell knows.  Supposedly he was going to give away the store until the details leaked, and then the deal he was claiming was good was not to his satisfaction and was off.  It also turns out that this is actually not a deal, but the concept of a deal, a memorandum with some bullet points, nothing more.  It also seems as though Iran is the country in charge, dictating what they want the terms to be and the OA is so desperate to end his failed war he will accept anything.  You would think at at least one of his advisors would let him know that the instant terms are signed, the world is going to know just how badly he caved.

Evidently Orangie has another visit to Walter Reed Hospital on his schedule... possibly, though not necessarily likely, at least not one in which the results are going to be made public.  I suspect that this bloated bag of shit is leaking from so many seems, right now they're struggling to keep him from exploding.

That Ship Has Sailed

Well, it rained all night and I feel as though I should add "the day I left," but that would mean I'd have to break out the banjo and sing a chorus of Oh' Susanna.  Big problem, I don't have a banjo, which might be a good thing.  Outside, the drizzles continue.  The overcast skies are still hanging close to the ground, and that will help keep our temps cool.  We might get up into the mid 50s (F) today, but that's about as high as it's going to get.  When I left for work yesterday afternoon our outside temp was 48 (F).  Needless to say, the heat in my house was on.  

And work was slow.  When I got to the flooring desk, I had to complete a carpet install that had been started by our aisle associate.  The measure was made on line and the customer hadn't added a carpet.  The sale was simple enough, the only problem was that the customer had doused himself with some god awful cologne that was so sweet and over powering it felt as though it were torching the life out of my nasal passages.  What a good thing it was that the sale only took about 10 minutes, otherwise I'd have had to tell him to stand back at least 10 feet.

Otherwise, the day was boring.  I easily got in my steps.  When I got home, I played the new game I bought.  It's okay.  I have to get used to the differences.  I'm still in the tutorial stage, and I will admit to being tired: must have been all those steps I got in earlier.

Here's another picture of my roses.  This time of year, my yard is awash in color... as well as rain.

 

Evidently Orangie's Secret Service shot someone near the White House yesterday.  I think it is interesting that so much of the online chatter indicates massive number of people believe this to be another False Flag, meaning the administration is attempting to use the incident to drum up Orangie's approval ratings.  It ain't gonna work.  That ship has already sailed.  At this point, nothing is going to improve his terrible status with the American people.

And right now I'm seeing details on the peace deal Orangie's floating as a way to get out of the stupid war he began.  He is, and this is me being as concise as possible, giving them the kitchen sink... and the cupboards, as well as their choice in appliances.  Remember, his best seller, The Art of the Deal was written by someone else.  I understand that part of the "deal" is for us to pay a toll to the Iranians on every ship passing through the Strait of Hormuz.  The ship that sailed?  It's going to be expensive.