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Musings

  • So, we’re at quarantine week… 10? Is it 10? Let’s just say 10 for the sake of the argument. I have no idea anymore without consulting a calendar.
    • I seriously don’t know whether it’s time to buy fireworks or a snow shovel at this point.
  • Is it a bad thing when you’re cleaning out the attic and hear baby birds chirping from the piping leading from the bathrooom fan to the outside?
  • I am proud to say that I removed the sentence “If you told me the sky was blue, I would look up” from a professional email the other day.
  • Is it a bad thing that I’m half a decade away from retiring from the day job and I’ve already picked out the date for my retirement party?
  • I was bored enough the other weekend that I took all of our dry goods out of the various shelves, cabinets, and tubs, then sorted and organized them. I was surprised that we had quite a surplus on peanut butter, applesauce, and canned beans. I was even more surprised that we were short on canned tomatoes of almost every variety.
    • A quick trip to Kroger and the restaurant supply store corrected that.
  • Irish Woman has returned to work after being off for about two months. In her time at home, she power-washed, repaired, cleaned out EVERYTHING, put in the garden, done landscaping, filled in one old goldfish pond, rebuilt another, put in a fountain, painted, trimmed, and home-schooled our sprog.
    • I’m not saying that going back to work will be less strenuous for her than not going to work, but since she first went back to her office, she seems much more relaxed.
  • My “I’m just going into the office for a couple of hours so that a technician can update the office software on my laptop” turned into “I’m going to sit here for six hours waiting for the bloody thing to reboot”
    • Since I work in a semi-secured building, I couldn’t even take in a tablet to read. And, of course, I forgot to pack a book or notebook.
    • Heck, I even forgot my coffee on the way to work this morning. I am really out of practice on this whole get-out-of-bed-and-go-to-work-in-another-zip-code thing.
  • Every single thing Boo was looking forward to doing this summer has been cancelled. At this point, I’m about to buy him a copy of the improvised munitions field manual and let him loose just so he has something to do.
    • This would be so much easier if we had the same rules for kids as we did when we were young.
    • “Bored? Here, take your BB gun and this pocket knife and go entertain yourself for a while. Don’t forget, you need to burn off all of those fireworks from last summer before we can buy more.”

6 Comments

  1. OldNFO

     /  May 27, 2020

    And nobody got hurt, either accidentally or on purpose! 🙂

  2. Beans

     /  May 27, 2020

    Maybe ‘Improvised Field Fortifications’ would be a better training manual for Boo to ply with. Just make sure to edit out the whole spike-trap section…

  3. In 2017, PA relaxed its fireworks laws, allowing consumers to buy a broad variety of fireworks previously illegal. Two July 4ths (and many lesser holidays) have passed since. I would have thought that the idea of counties and townships finding some nice, gaveled area where they could encourage people wanting to set off their fireworks under the cautious eyes of the local fire departments and EMTs was fairly obvious.

    Evidently not. Various authoritarian nitwits are still trying to stuff the genie back in the bottle with local regulations and dire warnings.

    *spit*

    • When I was a kid, Minot used to do bring-your-own fireworks in an old gravel pit. Place lit up like daylight for a few hours.

      When we lived further out in the country, we just blew things up wherever from sundown on July 3 until sunup on July 5.

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