Limelight Hydrangea just starting to turn, a few weeks ago. Will get a new photo soon.
Well, you regular readers you may recall the pile of scrap parts no one wanted to deal with. Where there's a will there's a way. They called the supplier quality people and told them those were all my bad parts. So I got written up and my plant had to expedite parts. Yes, I can get it mostly reversed but the one thing you can never get reversed is the money. It is a dirty little secret in the industry. The big auto companies nickle and dime the suppliers into what actually amounts to big money at the end of the year. And they still expect us to buy them coffee, donuts, lunch and baseball tickets out of our own pockets and meager profits. Cheap bastards.
Major props to Big Daddy, he did the main work on cleaning out the frig and freezer. Hate that job but it must be done. Now everything is in proper order as I like to keep some food in the freezer in the winter in case of late nights and bad weather. And speaking of bad weather I need to get the "next to the down coat" ready for Monday and the down coat on stand by. This morning 38 degrees, and when you are walking the quarter mile to the door in the wind at 7 am, well it is a bit nippy.
I had a dream the other night I started smoking again. I was so upset with myself for starting up this nasty habit again. I don't think you ever get to the point of never thinking about it again but I am so grateful to not have that monkey on my back anymore. If the thought crosses my brain now I just picture lighting up a 10 dollar bill, and as we all know of my love for jewelry I can't justify burning money that could be spent on a new bauble. Or better yet an old bauble.
Off to do laundry and get ready for the fresh hell I know Monday will bring.
Oh, man, I'm glad I'm not the only former smoker who has "smoking again" dreams. And in the dreams I'm always SO UPSET, all, "WHY did you undo all that hard work?!" Maybe it's my brain's way of making sure I never start up again in real life. A dress rehearsal, as it were.
ReplyDeleteYep, same dream.
DeleteI am glad for you. Smoking is such a terrible thing. I don't remember having dreams about restarting, but I remember how much I enjoyed it. I get enough second hand smoke at the diner.
ReplyDeleteThat still startles me when I find places that you an still smoke, went to a place in Kentucky and you can still smoke in the bar side.
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