The Helipad, And How Not To Use It

We had 48 (F) this morning when I woke up.  That's a chilly start to the day.  We are supposed to have full sunshine today with an afternoon high in the upper 60s (F).  Tomorrow's high is predicted to be in the mid 70s (F).  That'll be nice.  We are approaching the waiting time of Autumn, when we wait to see how long it will be until we turn on our heat.  I realized last night that I need to throw another blanket on the bed.

Yesterday was a combo of busy and lazy.  I slept in, so everything got off to a late start.  Then I went out to lunch with my friends Tami and Ann.  I had fried chicken tenders and waffle fries, very tasty.  Of course, after that, I was lazy, you know how it is sometimes after a meal.  And I was rather pleased with myself for not getting desert.

Then last evening I downloaded a book on Pilates for men and was surprised to see some of the mobility exercises I'd been doing with Trainwell were listed.  Mobility is important as we get older.  Nothing stays the same.  Too many people fail to understand that adapting doesn't stop when you hit a certain age.  

I'd said I'd be either baking bread or making pasta today, well, the bread won out, so John, I'll be dropping the blow by blow pics of pasta making in the future.

And that nasty, drag-along cold I had is gone.  

For those who haven't seen this yet, here's a picture of Orangie raging at his helicopter pilot courtesy of a Reuters photographer.  

Why is he screaming?  You see this old fool doesn't like walking on grass, so he had a tax payer funded helipad built near the White House.  However, because he's an idiot, he said, "put it there," and pointed to a spot.  The new  tax payer funded pad was constructed... close to the White House.  In fact, the pad is too close.  There are safety issues with landing there, so pilots are touching down on the grass, meaning that Orangie still has to walk on the grass.  Remember, everything he touches dies.

And while I'm happy that the press are again going to be covering him, I'm also cringing.  You seek the press are going to be bringing their microphones with them, which means we're going to be hearing his voice ad nauseum.  Shit.

The Good Thing

The temp in the house dropped down to 70 (F) overnight.  Last night was great sleeping weather, as they say. Temps are going to be warming up, at least that's what the forecasters are saying. Yesterday's high was around 61 (F), today we're supposed to top off at around 67 (F).  That's fine.  Forecasted highs for the next 2 weeks are supposed to be in the mid 70s (F), so the time has come to take out the small window A/C units I have in the bedroom and workout out room.

My cancelation of Trainwell was official yesterday.  They officially thanked me, agreed with me that my trainer was outstanding, but said nothing regarding my suggestion that they initiate senior citizen rates.  If anyone is interested in an online trainer, I recommend them, at least for a few months.  I used them for a total of 9 months, and while they'd basically like you to from a lifetime commitment, that didn't happen. 

I had lunch at Pinera yesterday and I have to say I was disappointed.  Seventeen years ago, when I was at the Carlisle store, I used to have lunch there at least once, sometimes twice a week.  Back then you could choose the type of bread you wanted, sourdough, wheat, or rye, and it was thick.  Now the menu is pretty much set and the bread is thin.  I ordered a chicken, cranberry salad on wheat and the bread began falling apart in instant I picked up the sandwich.

I used my grain grinder this morning.  Four cups of barley grain yields almost 7 cups of flour.  Tomorrow I'm going to either bake bread or make homemade pasta.

I don't have the inclination to check out such things, but others do, so after a quick glance at Threads I can report that as of an hour ago 467 fools were watching Orangie TV.

Yesterday's lunch was with my cousin and her husband, both big supporters of the ass in the White House... well, not anymore.  I'm not one to rub people's noses in their own mistakes, so mostly I remained silent, except for one statement.  Being life long Republicans, I know their shining hero has always been Reagan, so I said, "I remember when Reagan called us a shining city on a hill... that is no longer the case."  Sometimes it's the simple reminders that hurt the most.

And Orangie spoke at the United Nations yesterday.  His speech was peppered with stupidities and salted with inanities.  There were several pregnant pauses during which he anticipated applause.  Since a vast majority of the representatives had found something more interesting to look at on their phones, he received none.  This was a good thing.