When you hit middle age you really only have two choices: you can get fat and lazy until you roll over and die, or you can can get off your ass and do something, like maybe ride a bike.
Bluntness
Wednesday, August 3, 2022
Kansas tells Republicans to go to Hell
Tuesday, August 2, 2022
Burning Bridges
Hello Tuesday!
Yesterday was... well, let's just say I spent over 5 hours sitting at the flooring desk. I set up 2 customers to have their floors measured, one for carpet the other for viny, as well as a blind installation. I was busy in the early afternoon, but as the hours wore on everything pretty much came to a boring stop. The flooring specialist who handed in his two-week notice has decided that he's not going to work those 2 weeks and has been a no call, no show for several days. Idiot. He's going to get a 'non rehire' termination. This is called burning your bridges.
The new wall clock I ordered will be arriving tomorrow. I will need to zip over to the store later this afternoon to get some stronger mounting screws since this clock weighs more than the old clock. I will also probably pull out my stud-finder. While I'm there, I'll be picking up Biggie's refill prescription for Gabapentin.
Speaking of Biggie, I've cut back his dosage of Carprofen to just one tablet per day, half in the morning and half in the evening. Like us humans moving the aging process, his stiffness is not constant, some days sitting down for him is difficult, other days he has no problem.
Something odd happened yesterday while I was on the treadmill. I don't know if it was because I was hustling along at swift 3.5 mph, or something caused the problem, but my Garmin recorded me going up 44 sets of stairs and down 67. Very intersting.
Sunday, July 31, 2022
Cherry picking history
I was the only specialist at the flooring desk yesterday. Business was sporadic. I set up 2 measures, but one woman never paid for hers, so that didn't count. While I did sell some laminate flooring, mostly I sat and talked to other associates.
A wall clock that I had in the kitchen died yesterday morning. Even though my dad had received it as a retirement present, it had very little sentimental value. I will need to buy a replacement. Perhaps a cuckoo clock. Something that makes noise. Nothing battery operated. I want a clock with a movement which needs to be wound.
A summer cold might be in my future. So far this morning, I've coughed 3 times and my nose has begun to dribble... but just a little. If it is a cold, it should be gone by tomorrow. We shall have to wait and see.
My new controller arrived yesterday before I went to work. Nice, eh? I can't wait to pair this baby with my Xbox Series X.


