Quote Without Comment

8 Jul

This is from a cartoonist in Germany.

So Much for Helping the Middle Class

4 Jul

They forgot Maryland’s own Wunderkind – Andy Harris. How this guy ever got reelected is beyond me.

https://tinyurl.com/2awftrju

Sorry for the political outburst, but . . .

Saturday Night in Kiev

3 Jul

Our next-door neighbors had a party last night that went on until at least 10:30 – complete with heavy duty fireworks. Honestly, it sounded as if they were shooting off cannons up there! I finally turned off the house alarm and went out to get The Squire’s noise-cancelling headphones from the car, the ones he uses when he mows the lawn. A bit awkward to wear, but I did finally get some sleep.

OK, not everybody gets up at 6:00 on Sunday to go to church, but Yeesh!

The War on Women, Target Edition

28 Jun

Every week I run into Target and buy 2 boxes of 50 tampons, which I repackage and drop off at the local food back. I am, thank heavens, well past the ways of women, but I remember from my days “between husbands” that this is one of many things you couldn’t get with food stamps. This and toilet paper. Soda, candy, chips, OK, but not sanitary supplies, including soap.

Last week I didn’t feel up to going, so I asked The Squire if he’d mind grabbing the tampons for me. When he got home, I saw he had purchased a name brand, rather than Target’s own. I had to be out on Sunday, so after my meeting I went to the Target to exchange them. I joked with the young lady in Customer Service about sending a man to do a woman’s job, but I admitted I was thankful he was willing to even do this for me, as many men would rather die than go down that aisle.

Well, the reason he didn’t get the store brand is they are all out of them. In fact, it looked as if somebody has got through with a giant vacuum cleaner; the shelves were bare. I went back to the counter to tell her this and her co-worker remarked she’d heard there is a nationwide shortage of the blessed things.

“Yeesh! What next? There is a formula shortage and now this!”

“I’ll tell you what’s next. The Supreme Court . . .”

Both girls started in on that topic, full bore. Let’s just say they were not happy. After they kicked that ball around the court a couple of times, I commiserated, and allowed as how if the three of us weren’t allowed to run things, it just wasn’t going to be done properly, and took my leave.

Please Wear Your Hearing Aids!

20 May

One of the features of our new alarm system is that it can be accessed from The Squire’s phone. When we are away, we can disarm the door so somebody can come in to feed the various critters, and then lock up when they leave. This is very handy, but it does have its drawbacks.

Yesterday, The Squire was looking at surveillance footage and somehow managed to arm the system, which neither of us realized until I went outside – and the alarm went off! I dashed back inside and disarmed it, but it was loud enough that both neighbors called to ask if everything was OK.

The Squire didn’t hear a thing.

The Approaching Storm

4 May

We had an earthshattering thunderstorm last night. I was semi-awake, as it had been hailing for a bit and the stones banging on the air-conditioned had sort of “brought me to the surface”. Suddenly, there were several sharp, rapid bangs which I honestly thought were artillery fire! With the current situation, it seemed perfectly natural. As I was plotting my next move, the sound turned to regular thunder, and I relaxed a bit. I did turn on the radio to see if there were any sort of announcements, and the sirens in the area were silent, so after a quick peek out the window, I went back to bed.

The Squire slept through the entire business.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

4 May

After the Recent Unpleasantness of last month’s break-in, The Squire and I decided to invest in a motion camera security system.

The crew arrived at 7:45 yesterday, while we were eating breakfast. Guess who was still in her robe and had her hair in curlers? And her teeth out! We never did really get the kitchen straight, as the men were in and out all day long. Not only that, but they had to plug the camera over the front porch into the socket behind our bed. The bedroom is a mess, and there are dust bunnies under that bed large enough to cause serious damage if they ever get loose! At least the bed was made, and I suppose they’ve seen worse, but still . . .

They said they could not use any of the outside connections in case somebody figured out how to unplug or disable the cameras from outside. Makes sense, once it was explained.

Abdul, the young man who seemed to be in charge, was delightful. Sunny and cheerful, and willing to make little jokes. He explained all the intricacies of the system to The Squire and made sure we both knew how it worked before he left. I know The Squire and I will both sleep better at night, knowing that both God and Vector Security will be watching over us at night.

Laundry Blues

28 Apr

Other than the two years I lived in Section 8 housing, I’ve always gone to the laundromat. When the girls were all at home, we could do eight loads of laundry, washed, dried, folded and on hangers, plus get the grocery shopping done, and be back home in two and a half hours. I was working full time then and didn’t have the time to hang the clothes on the line, but that is what I prefer. It’s a very Zen thing – bend and stretch, bend and stretch – and do the same when they are dry. I can take them down and get them folded into the basket in the order they get put away. Bath towels on the bottom, sheets next, then The Squire’s things, my stuff, the ironing, and finally the tea towels and dish clothes. I walk through the house, putting things away as I go, tea towels in the kitchen, leaving the ironing in the sewing room (never to be seen again!) and finally stowing the towels in the linen closet and putting the basket beside the dryer.

The weather is still too cool and damp to hang stuff out, so we use the dryer. What might take two half-hour bites of time now takes most of the day. Put a load in, drag it out and dump it on the dining room table. Over and over and over. Different settings, different times. Yeesh.

There’s more to it than simply preferring to do the laundry out. We have a well, and we live fairly close to the Chesapeake Bay. We can really tell that the water levels are rising, as our water now has a lot of iron in it and turns stuff pink. We also have a septic system that won’t handle an automatic washer, and I simply refuse to run grey water into the yard – and the stream.

And The Squire and I still stop and get the groceries on the way home!

An Embarrassment of Riches

17 Apr

Or something.

We always line our trashcans with plastic bags, and I prefer to use bags from a particular grocery store in the bathroom because they are brown, as is that can. We don’t normally shop there, as it is A) pricier than we like, and B) it’s about five miles farther than at least two other stores. However, whenever The Squire is headed that way, he’ll swing in and see if he can “liberate” at fistful of them.

Last week he came home with three grocery bags, each stuffed full of even more bags! I spent the better part of a morning, folding and stacking those fool things Fortunately, I found a box that was a suitable size, and stuffed six months’ worth in there, but I still have a bunch falling off the dryer.

What was he thinking?

Where Do Ants Come From?

4 Apr

Oh, I know about the birds and the bees and all that jazz, but I will wipe the counter clean, and two seconds later, there is an ant – right in the middle of the counter! I never see them walking from wherever they are sneaking in, so I can put down Terro. They just appear – poof! – out of the air. And never more than two at a time.

Weirdest thing ever. Can ants teleport?