Just stuff

Terrible picture of me but I think you can see why. Prolly feeling no pain as I recall the lunch that day lasted for 12 hours. This was in the wine cellar after lunch. I was at a lovely home outside of Graz Austria learning their customs.

The contact lens are not working out. I found an alternate way to put them in and will try this. Not a quitter but very discouraged. I think I would be more enthused if I could see better with them.

Zoey has discoved fish flies and is entranced. We don't have many this year but I am told down at the Park end of the Pointes they are scary plentiful.

The planting is finished except for fun finds. I will try for some decent pictures. Mr. Slav was chatting with Big Daddy, remarkable under the circumstances, and when he saw BD was going to take the overgrown fronds of the neighboring hedge down he brought his electric hedge trimmer and a step stool over and got the job done. I swear for the strangest neighbors ever, they are also the best.

I bought a hat for Curly, sent her Mummy a pink bouquet and Mummy got a pedicure and foot massage and still no Curly. Which is just as well because Punkin Head refused to name her Curly Doodle if she was born on the 4th.

Waiting for ribs and cole slaw. And Curly.

Getting old

There is a good explanation for this dreadful picture.

I cannot see anything.

Monday was finally the day of the eye appointment. I had been worried because sometimes I just can't see properly. The other day I was driving down Mack and said to myself, self I don't think you could pass a driving eye test today. Guess what, I could not pass one on Monday either.

So now I have new lens ordered for my reading glasses, new distance glasses ordered and trial contact lens. The contact lens are because of my job. I have to wear safety glasses at work. They are not the greatest thing ever to see through, and they fog up. If I had to wear prescription safety glasses will bi/tri focal, damn they would cost a fortune and be ugly ass glasses that I could wear no where else. And as soon as I got them I would be fired because that is how that shit works.

So Tuesday I went to contact lens class. Yep, there is a class and I cannot believe I passed. It is very difficult to get the stupid things stuck to your eyeball. I had to do the right eye 3 times. Which made it quite irritated before it was all over. And then I drove home.

I was thinking that as irritated as my eyes were I really should not be too judgmental on how I felt my new improved sight was working for me. Be grateful I could see to get home. Got home, screwed around and Big Daddy mentioned we had to answer the Airbnb lady about the trip. So I sat down at the computer and dammit, I had to wear my readers to see the screen. WTF.

Why Not?

Cat begging for belly rub.

Have any of you watched Hard Core Pawn, which is shot in Detroit? They have a billboard at their location that you can see from 8 Mile. It is a picture of the sister and a claim that if you can make her quit you get a discount.

Someone painted a mustache on her. Way up in the air. Hilarious. Will let you know how long that stays up. One day, and it was fixed.

Sammy Dog is trying to take over Zoey's stool at the window overlooking the front porch. Yesterday somehow they both were up there at the same time. This lasted a few minutes and they turned and looked at each other and, I swear, they said WTF. Hissing and barking and they both jumped down and ran away.

Found this recipe on the Internet for dessert. If you have a food processor. 2 ripe bananas sliced and frozen. Put them in the machine and process until they are smooth and creamy. Takes a minute or so and constant scraping down the sides. Then add 1 tablespoon peanut butter and nuts, chocolate chips, chocolate powder or whatever strikes your fancy. Might have to try this one.

10 days to Curly.

Oh My God

This years photo of the European tri-color beech tree. I need a guy to come and assess the limbs for trimming.

Well, my dermatologist changed professions and I was forced back to the crazy guy. He came in with his arm all wrapped up and a semi cast thing and I asked, "what happened". Bad move. His response started with a chain saw and when I waved him off ended with a 30 foot ladder. I knew this appointment would be bad.

He said:

There was nothing really wrong with my nose and gave me 3 shots into the red areas of the right nostril. I cannot describe the pain of the last shot. Prescription for 2 items and enough samples until next year on the topical.

He does not think I had shingles, just some weird Herpes thing on my arm and shingles vaccines are a luxury and I am not old enough. And there is a better one coming out in the next 5 years.

You need to assess your life after mistakes and get rid of the risks. He is selling his 30 foot ladder. And his motorcycle.

Then I found these great clothes in the New York Times, went to their web site and got really excited until I found out they only make small sizes. Really? Only small people need nice, washable, reasonable prices on clothes? WTF.

Then Sammy Dog went off the charts and peed, yes peed on Zoey Cat's paper bag. What an asshat. When the cat gets that much joy from a paper bag, she slept in it for gosh sakes, you pee on it. Sammy Dog is in the literal dog house and Zoey has a new paper bag which we now put up during the day.

Sometimes I am amazed the vehicle is driven off the line

This is all new plants, I pulled up the "penis plants" as they were no longer amusing.

This is how the assembly line works. We ship in parts, they are put on the line, operators put them on the vehicle and when everyone is done---they start up the vehicle and drive it to the test area. Every vehicle is tested and checked and then there is a special audit to make sure everything is fine.

If there is a problem with the special audit vehicle that is a horrible thing and special measures are taken because all this is done with percentages. This is the meeting that people are know to vomit before they go in.

So today my highly paid customer engineer in charge of special shit sent out an email to everyone asking what part numbers are right hand and what part numbers are left hand. This is written in stone and never changes, odds are one side and evens the other side. Boom, you are done. How sad is this?

Then my own company that is shipping more shit than is possible told me they cannot change the cert mark to a new mark because it would confuse their operators? How am I supposed to tell the customer we can't certify good parts because our people are too confused?

Best of all, there was an accident at a plant and people were badly hurt. This happens at least once a year and it is horrible. When this happens there is a big push on safety and everyone gets re-trained and it is pounded in how important safety is. The union has resumed their daily walk to make sure safety is a priority. So I am standing in the safe area and waiting for my parts. I was there 45 minutes and 6 union reps asked if I was the supervisor. Don't look like one, act like one, resemble one, don't have a radio, so nope not me. I guess the union people don't get out much.

Old Glory

Flag day,it has been insane ever since.

Just Stuff

We had a house full of Peonies for awhile.

I had the week from hell. I don't mean to speak ill of the Mexicans but they can be the stupidest asshats of all time. What part of if you piss off the customer bad enough they will bury ass is hard to understand. When the say put jets in the air, they are pissed.

Then they pretty much told me they were going to shut down 2 assembly plants and when I asked them if they told corporate, they dissed me. I am sorry shutting down a couple of assembly plants usually involves some really ugly meetings. Veins pop out and eyeballs bulge and voices get hoarse from the screaming. I really hate those meetings. Not the Mexicans, because they never have to come. They are too far away for the initial nuclear responses.

Big Daddy has been a good boy so I have been trying to make him happy. I got my ass out of bed on a Saturday to go to Eastern Market at the crack of dawn. I went to breakfast on a Saturday at the crack of dawn. Today I took him to brunch at a newish spot in downtown Detroit, Seldon Standard. I had decaf coffee and biscuits and gravy. It was great. Big Daddy had a cappacino, some green tomato and tomatillo juice and a pork hash. He was in heaven. It was all good.

Punkin Head is in Vermont for his interview tomorrow. He sounds really tired, took the red eye last night.

I am grinding my teeth horribly and need to finally get a Water Pik, just trying to avoid admitting I am falling apart.

Favorite new show Frankie and Grace or Grace and Frankie, with Lily Tomlin and Jane Fonda. Hilarious.

22 days to Curly.