Today is my Friday so I’m having a beer of the night. Tomorrow is a PTO day from work. In the morning Sheila and I are doing some spring cleaning. In the evening we’re having neighbors over for food and drink - in our garage.
The city we live in has its annual “curbside cleanup” on Saturday. Residents can set out all sorts of garbage and the city picks it up for disposal. Old mattresses, construction debris, appliance and such are accepted for pickup. I have a large gas grill that’s rusted out. Normally it would be a pain to get rid of but on Saturday it will be gone.
Actually, it will be gone sometime Friday, shortly after I bring it to the curb. Scrappers and scavengers come out and take metal and useful items. Starting today we’ve seen a steady stream of heavily loaded pickup trucks traveling through the neighborhood. Before the city comes around Saturday I bet two-thirds of the stuff has been picked up by people.
Several years ago I found a nice vintage Schwinn bicycle an elderly neighbor had set out. I grabbed it, cleaned it up and sold it on Craigslist for $150. (I offered to share the profit with my neighbor but he declined.) People throw out all sorts of good stuff. Jack has a functional set of golf clubs he found one year.
Tomorrow evening we’ll hang out with the neighbors and watch the trucks. It’s amusing. Come on people, if you’ve read my blog for any time you know I don’t need a fancy event for a reason to hang out with friends and neighbors and drink some cocktails.
Bob! Five paragraphs about trash when this is a beer of the night post!
That’s because this beer is unremarkable. It doesn’t have much flavor and it’s from *cough* Canada. The bottle contains 11.5 ounces of beer. It’s like Labatt was too embarrassed to put in the full 12 ounces.
The Beer Advocate rating of 62 (poor) is the lowest for any beer I’ve ever had for beer of the night. On the plus side it was only $5.99 for a six-pack. Yeah, I know, that should have been my first clue.
Cell phone cameras are so useful, way beyond selfie useful.
At lunchtime today I had to drive somewhere. As I waited at a red light a large truck making a turn scraped the side of my car.
I know the drill. Exchange info. The other guy’s insurance card had all sorts of names and numbers on it because it was for a commercial vehicle. So I just took a picture of the card with my phone. I also snapped his license plate. The last time I was involved in a fender bender I forgot to write down the other guy’s plate.
My insurance company allows me to make a claim online and even upload photos and documents.
The other driver was a young guy and new at his job. He was rather flustered and wasn’t sure what he should be writing down. I suggested he use his phone to get a picture of my insurance card, my license plate and the damage that he had caused. All of that made a lot of sense to him and was easy to do. In the end we only had to write down each other’s phone numbers.
A cop saw our hazard lights flashing and stopped to see if anyone was hurt. The damage wasn’t bad and no one was hurt. The cop said he wouldn’t write a report because it wasn’t necessary for a small crash.
If you’re ever in a fender bender use your phone to take pictures. It’s easier than writing down insurance information while stopped on the side of road and you won’t forget any insurance info because you have a copy of the other person’s card.
That weather graphic is supposed to designate rain. It may as well mean shards of glass are falling from the sky.
But Bob! It’s rain, not snow!
That doesn’t mean I have any more desire to go outside than if it the temperature were below freezing. This time of year cold water instead of frozen water just means nothing to shovel away. Not that I would pick up a snow shovel in April anyway.
By the fourth month of the year I have completely surrendered to any remaining winter elements. In other words I’m working in pajamas and taking a nap at lunchtime today. And perhaps sobbing quietly because I have no desire to run or bike. You win, mother nature, you win.
Earlier this morning I was texting with another Tumblr. It was Jessica. No, not the mean Jessica in Chicago who said to me last night “shut your dirty mouth.” Nope, this was the nice Jessica in Wisconsin. We were friends until last night when she said we can’t be.
Apparently Grey’s Anatomy counts many Jessicas among its quickly dwindling fan base. The Jessicas got a little sensitive when I disparaged that awful show; they just have different ways of conveying their feelings to me.
I’m glad that this crappy weather is moving eastward so Wisconsin Jessica, who used to be my friend, can enjoy it.
And speaking of “shut up,” Chicago Jessica wasn’t the only Tumblr who said that to me last night. Yeah Allie, I didn’t forget about that. By the way Allie, I’m having red velvet cupcakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner today and I’ll love every bite. I will even share with you. Oh wait! You can’t have desserts. So sad :( [I’m lying about being sad.]
Mother Earth, Jessica, Jessica and Allie. Oh and now I see Corrinne agrees with Chicago Jessica.
"Grey’s Anatomy says goodbye to one of its own."
ABC would call that a teaser. I’d say “Is that a promise?” Or “Why stop at one?”
Not going to cry that it’s Christina either.
Sheila and I left the house this morning for a few hours. Ella was shocked, shocked I tell you, that she wasn’t invited. When we got home she reminded us of our transgression by whining. And whining.
You know this won’t stop until you bring me to the dog park.
Hey Ella, I’m pretty full from brunch. We’re going to wait a little bit.
[whine whine whine whine whinnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeee]
Hey Sheila, are you ready to bring the dogs to the park?
[Whine whine whine whinnneee]
For goodness sake, Ella, stop it. We’re going.
My eyes aren’t seeing the inside of your car yet.
Just get in the car already.
(Now we’re back home from the dog park. Ella is fast asleep on the living room floor.)
S-A T-U-R D-A-Y
M-A R-T-I N-I
Ok. The Bay City Rollers have nothing to worry about.
The second left hand is courtesy of my youngest son. The child who moves out in four months and six days. Maybe sooner.
He’s not terribly fond of selfies. Not even of my beautiful mug.
Four months. Six days.
Someone on Tumblr today mentioned Broad City. I’d never heard of it but decided to check it out. ‘Cause I trust my Tumblr buddies.
Synopsis: It’s Girls but with 50% fewer girls and 1008% less annoying in general.
Haha, just kidding. I wouldn’t admit to watching either of those shows. Unless someone gave me a bottle of wine.
Second half of April.
I’ll be working in pajamas and slippers today. In January my resilience to snow and cold is great. Come April I tolerate it like a hemophiliac on a bed of nails.
The closest I want to get to this stuff is watching car crashes on the traffic cams. If karma exists then after chuckling at the crashes I’ll probably slip and fall walking to the mailbox.
We got mostly ice which should melt away later today or tomorrow if the sun gets some balls and breaks through the clouds. It could be worse. 45 minutes west of me my sister has a foot of fresh snow.
Don’t say Bob can’t find a silver lining in something.
10 days ago it was 60 degrees and sunny. All the snow had melted except for the parking lot icebergs. I got out my motorcycle. I’ve been on several bike rides. All the snow had melted except for the parking lot icebergs.
Then the last two days it’s been in the 20s and cloudy - depressing as hell. But here’s how I made the most of it.
When the snow melted it exposed a winter’s worth of dog poop in my back yard. I picked up some but it was gross. This morning though the stuff that remained was frozen. It didn’t stink and it was easy to collect.
Always a bright side.
But now it’s snowing again…