People who walk in the rain

View from the plant in Mexico where Big Daddy is working.

Not just any rain, pre-Isaac rain on Bourbon Street. On one hand the President, the Govenor and the Mayor involved with this storm have been on the television all day explaining to people how this should work. On the other hand we have EarthCam on Bourbon Street showing us what is really going on. This is hilarious. Look at the laptop and then look at Jim Cantore on the television. This is why China has a chance to overtake us-if they start in the deep south.

Had a rant today for Purple Heart, the charity supposed to be picking up my used books. Some of these books are only a week old and they blew me off. When I called they put me on hold and then hung up on me. Well, they called back, apologized and are coming back tomorrow to pick up the books. I hope so because it is very hard to find a place to donate around here. I can't imagine why, Michigan is supposed to be one of the poorest states, especially the Detroit area.

Sammy is in the dog house, we do not need to discuss why, we will just say he fucked up.

Big Daddy is amazed at how the mountains in Mexico do not have trees. We both forgot about that, it is odd to see. He is trying to stick to his eating plan but in Mexico he cannot eat salad or fruit unless he peels it, just too risky after the China syndrome.

Punkin Head is going on a job interview tomorrow so he is emailing me the trip itinerary so I can follow him on FlightAware, that is the best site ever for plane activity, at least here in the US and with  US airlines.

See y'all later.

Holey Moley

Whomever the force behind the cement fish might be, they are auctioning off all the fish next week. The ticket to the event where you may bid on a fish is 150 dollars per person. Too bad Big Daddy will be out of town and I will have to miss this gala evening.

Randazzo's got the furnace job and we will see. The gal we liked turned out to have a boss that was a stone asshole, his quote for the duct work was quadruple everyone else and would have been as unsightly as hell.

Today is spa day and Sammy and I got treated. His usual grooming and his mustache is starting to look nice. Jean ran a pedicure sale at Wink so I had a mani/pedi and so enjoyed it.

When we got home there was a goldfinch in my cone flowers. I could not get a picture but will try again. The cone flowers are going to seed and attracting the birds. There were hundred of sailboats on the lake, a regatta I believe and I missed that picture too. Went to JoAnne fabrics and got some remnants of different weights and textures to try this sewing thing out.

Big Deal this afternoon will be cleaning the front porch and the  living room window.

Adios, Muchachos

Thursday, the day before garbage day

We are feeling much better at the old homestead. Sammy recovered, then I got sick. Big Daddy has lucked out so far. The Fiancee is sick too. Punkin Head is up North communing with nature, up North being the UP, where he is camping and visiting with an old friend. So far he has survived the Bates Motel and random bears.

My goal today is to learn how to work this damn phone. I took some ridiculous photos last week to see if I could post a pic of my new hair without sharing a lot more information. I have seen other fashionista and style  gurus do this, it can't be that hard. Well, yes it is as I have no photos. Not bad photos, not unsuccessful photos, no photos. The only pics on that phone are the cement fish.

We should be making a decision tomorrow on the furnace and hopefully schedule installation for early September. Oddly enough, the company we dealt with for years and years will not be getting the job. I think it is a case of to big to care, they coast on their name and did not do the job.

Pearl, over at "Pearl why you little", inspired me today. She is not learning another language-but is picking up useful phrases. Muchas gracias Pearl and adios my peeps.

We are all exhausted

Sammy the Spanky dog is not well. He woke me up every 15 minutes last night. I had about 3 hours of sleep and then boom, we were on the wake up cycle. I hate taking the dog out in the dark as I am terrified of bats and criminals.

 I read these random stories every now and again about someone dying from a bite from a rabid bat. This usually happens years after the bite.

Then there  is the usual person getting shot, stabbed, or just fucked up somewhere in some neighborhood. It could me in mine tomorrow. Now my neighborhood is pretty good but that is always when it happens, just like the blond in the movie checking the basement. NO NO NO.

So me and Sammy and sometimes Big Daddy spent a lot time out in the yard this morning. We thought he was constipated. Until daylight. That is when I learned he had the runs. Thank you Sammy for waking me up, it is better to wash the grass than my bed linens.

The mystery of the knock knock

I could not sleep last night and got up too early to look at the newspapers on line. I was reading at the dining room table when I heard the knock knock. It was around 4:30. It was the paperboy. I doubt they are still called paperboys, but whatever. Since we only get the paper 3 days a week this makes perfect sense for it to be a once in a while phenomenon. It probably has to hit just right and weigh a bit more than usual.

I still have no idea about the old guy with the shovel.

Funny of the day, from the letters to the editor, Detroit Free Press: This person strongly stressed "the need to eliminate the emissions of carbonated gasses into the atmosphere". I don't know which is worse, that someone wrote and sent it in to the paper or that it was printed without any notes about putting Coca Cola out of business.

We are in hiding

That is Sammy and I are in hiding. We are having the furnace estimates today and I am keeping Sammy in the guest room to make this all goes a bit quicker. He can't be shut away and remain quiet it freaks him out. I think this might go back to the idea that his former owner died. He has been laying on the bed and eyeballing me to make sure I don't leave.

So while I am stuck in here I suggested to Big Daddy it is time we cleaned the computer desk area. What a fucking nightmare. Punkin Head did not help out here, thanks for the beer caps. Big Daddy threw away electrical hook up shit from a decade. And we still have the desk to go through. One printer, one computer brain sans hard drive, and maybe one monitor is going to the curb. BD did finally admit he is a hoarder. He said if I died PH would have to hire a crew to come in. But PH is just as bad.

So far all the estimates are in the same ball park so we just need to pick which people seem the best.

I met my niece in Royal Oak yesterday for lunch. They cut her hair in the short lived Navy career and she got it amped up when she got home and it looks great. She is working to save up money to go back to school.

So far the Fiancee is the only one that notices and comments on my new hair. I think it is because she only knows me as a blond. I was a redhead for years and that is how people expect me look.

Whew

Big Daddy bought a new digital scale for me. I have not gained any weight.

That's a relief.