These little fellows...ok, fellow and his gal, showed up in our tree...over our heads this afternoon.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
These little fellows...ok, fellow and his gal, showed up in our tree...over our heads this afternoon.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
We hung around today. Cora did alot of work and I didn't do much. I should feel more guilty, but I think I may have a relaxed sense of guilt. Surprisingly I am completely OK about that.
So, a fourth celebrity has passed in a week. I will not say who, since my last post about him incured some rather foul language, but suffice it to say he was a big fan of Oxi-Clean. You'd think I had had a hand in the slaying of the Masiah! Jeez, some people are so cranky! He was just a person who yelled loudly out of my TV. I am sorry he is gone, but I'm not sorry about the post...it wasn't that bad of a post. I have seen worse posts and articles about this same guy! Oh, well!
Well, my goal for this week is to make a painting...Seems the summer keeps dragging me away from my plans. You know, it has been 90 days since we had BB referred to us? Well, we will continue to hope for a speedy union! I can't wiat to meet him in person...of course, he'll probbly ask for the car keys as soon as we get home...ok, maybe it won't take THAT long, but sometimes 90 days is forever...and 26 months is longer than that.
I'll tell you movie about the movie UP-what? SQUIRREL!!
Friday night we had steak for dinner with baby red potatoes and grilled zucchini and yellow squash. it was excellent! I used the grill and plenty of smoke...if you like zukes and Yellow squash, try grilling them with a little olive oil, Johnny's seasoning salt and some hickory smoke...WOW!
Yesterday morning we began the day by working on the back bedroom. It has been our craft room over the years. We both have attempted and abandoned a few crafts. The main one is scrap booking. While we do a decent job of it, neither of us has enough time to make use of all the doo-hickeys we have. I think we are going to have to find someone who wants scrapbooking stuff! or sell it on Craigs List! Cora worked very hard to sort things out and while there was not a LOT of hevy lifting, we both had sore backs by the end of it.
The whole point is to make that room capable of supporting her sewing activities. I will retain my paint and a few other things...like my 1/2400 scale model ships and the ability to return to it in a minimum of time. Fortunately things like that run small, so it doesn't take up the amount of space that a 1/48 scale model set up would. I used to have 1/48 scale models. I switched to 1/2400 when I got older. Of course, a model of the USS Missouri sits at 4.5 inches long in 1/2400, while it is more than 17 feet long in 1/48 scale. I think that is a significant difference no matter who you are.
We made a run to town for a few boxes. We spent an inordinate amount of money on cardboard boxes. One of which split when it was loaded. It wasn't even heavy! I was most displeased. I doubt there is anything to be done about it, but it nevertheless makes me upset that a 3$ box did not live up to its end of the bargain!
I bought some Bratwursts at Costco the other day. I put them on the grill after I had grilled the Zukes and Squash and the red potatoes, and the asparagus...I think we had a VERY good dinner! I liked it.
The weather cooperated pretty well, too. There was not the attrocious amount of wind we had a few nights ago. I don't know how warm it got yesterday since most of our day was spent putting things in boxes and rearranging the room.
Today...well, I know Cora wants to get some sewing done, but I think we might go hit a movie later, too. I think we deserve some time to relax!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Fireproof file cabinets are probably the worst thing man has ever invented...unless what you need from an arson fire is stored in a fireproof file cabinet, then, I suppose, you would think they are pretty nifty. On the other hand, though, if you have had the pleasure of moving the damned things twice in the past three years (and the likelihood it they will need to be moved one more time), it seems unlikely you will find them very nifty at all. Suffice it to say fireproof file cabinets are HEAVY!
A large proportion of the team was there. A few schools' custodians were notably absent. I am sure they had good reasons. You know: sniffles, case of Iduwannas, or laziness. Still, we got a lot done.
I am just glad Friday is upon us! I have plenty to do. I need to clean out the craft room so Cora can Sew in there. Our problem seems to be somewhere in the realm of organization and places to organize our things into. This stupid house did not come equipped with enough closets. Nor a garage...damn it.
Well, it seems Farrah Faucet passed away yesterday. Earlier this week, Ed Mcmahan (If I flubbed the spelling it's not because I lack the knowledge of figuring out how to spell it, it speaks of lack of interest, sorry Ed). Yesterday afternoon, as though to take the heat off Farra, they announced Michael Jackson was dead. Yep, he sure is. Oh, ell. I am not entirely bothered by the "loss." Sure he made some good songs and some good videos, but shouldn't one take into account ALL the things the person did in their lifetime? I think the guy was some sort of sicko loon. Still, many seem to sincerely mourn his loss.
Our bird feeders seem to be becoming pretty popular with the birds in the neighborhood. I was sitting in the yard the otherday and a housefinch and his mate came up and started eating out of the little finch sock we put up Saturday. They were within ten feet of me...pretty cool. He was a bright yellow with black trim. I hope we take a little time to enjoy such things this weekend.
For the rest of you, have a good week!
Monday, June 22, 2009
I hung on the line for at least 15 seconds before the mechanical digitalized voice said, "______ Television has an important message for Jim..." I hung up. If they want to talk to me, surely they, whoever they may be, will put a human on the phone. I have no intention of buying any extra service from the telvision provider that calls but does not think it is important enough to have a real live caller talk to me. In fact, I will be MORE difficult for them to contact! If I see that number again, I will hang up. That's it.
I remember the time the San Francisco Chronicle called asking if I would like a subscription. I ask the lady if she knew where she was calling. She gave me the startled answer, "uh, no." I said, "do you know what time it is in Minnesota?" (I think I told this story once, if I did, SORRY!) She said, "No." I asked, "How would you like it if I called you at home during dinner?" I believe I said a few other things, but the whole gist of it is the call center people don't know crap. I jst want to voice my frustration at mechanized voices and call centers!
On another note, I would like to hold a moment of silence for our dear friends (make-believe friends) Jon and Kate Gosselin. They began proceedings to disolve their marriage today. I liked the series because it was a window into somone's real life. They seemed to be a real couple, without holding back. They got into arguments and that reminded me of Cora and I. I liked that. Sadly, it seems it has become too real. Divorce can't be an easy decision. I am sad for the kids and I am sad for Jon and Kate. I feel it may have ben that the whole thing that brought their lives closer to us may have been to blame. I hope they know our hearts go out to them in these trying times. So, yeah, I bared my ugly, pasty, TLC self. (Why do you suppose it's called Merlotandtheinternet? Stupid TLC.) I am not ashamed...ok, maybe a little...but that does not make the hardships experienced by these nice people any less difficult.
Sorry to interrupt this moment of revery, but I received a great book today. A book on my favorite airplane!! The F-105 Thundercheif!! I am excited because thre seems to be a dearth of books on the F-105. Some go for as much as $100.00! So, yeah, I am happy about that.
I think I will take Wednesday off, since the boss asked me to work on Thursday and Friday. I gues that's it for now...carry on.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Fever? Yeah, had it.
Fatigue? Yep, got that.
Digestive system failures? Oh, hell yes.
So, I have done VERY little today. I hope others have had a better Father's Day!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Monday, I showed up for work. We had our yearly maintenance meeting. One of e guys who works there is named Matt. Our boss, at the beginning of the meeting, asked Matt to get the door. That in itself was not funny, but what he really said was, "Could you get the door, Matt?" I could not let that go, especially since Matt has been the butt of several of my jokes (he is a good sport about it), I simply repeated part of the Boss' sentence, adding a couple chuckle: "Heh, Heh, Door Mat!" To which the entire room, minus the boss, who seemed not to have heard it, broke into laughter. Ah, the joy of bringing chaos to an otherwise solemn occasion.
The light fixtures in the auditorium needed to be replaced. Most of the lights are somewhere in the stratosphere, but you can reach them with an appropriate amount of scaffolding.
My father is a carpenter who did any number of odd jobs. One of those jobs was roofing. On occasion there was call for scaffolding. I used to play on the stuff below while he worked above...probably an OSHA nightmare. I never got hurt, but swung like a monkey, climbed and descended in the most fun ways! I have never been afraid of heights. I worked for my dad for a few years. We did our share of roofs. I remember, somewhat less than fondly, having my pants legs nailed to the roof on more than one occasion...I got even. I suppose it was a safety measure...
It seems the guy who was to do the light fixture replacement does not enjoy the wobbles of scaffolding. So, we started low, he showed me how to do the job and I completed the project, minus the last four lights. Early on we could move the scaffolding around the chairs on our own. Mind you the rows are set on levels which differ by 14 inches each. So there are terraces. The lower legs were on wheels, 27 inches below the upper legs. Two could move it, but it was arduous. Still, we got the upper level done. That upper level only required one story of scaffolding.
The next one required two six foot stories and one four foot level. That was heavier and we needed help to move it. So, the boss gave us permission to hijack some coworkers for that purpose. Those levels were a little rickety...they swayed. No one enjoyed being up there, except me. These "men" could be heard to inhale loudly(like girls) while I made my way up and down and around the scaffolding.
The only problems I had with the situation was the extreme heat...I literally had my shirt soaked with sweat by the second light. The other problem was that the guys we managed to get to help us never stopped talking. I suppose it would be ok if they were talking about subjects of some import, or current events, but these were inane subjects...like South Park quotes...the same ones. Over and over and over. Argh!! We managed to finish the last part of the first and all of the second level in a day. By the time I was done, I was drained. I got home and hardly moved from the comfort of my chair.
The last day. I finished the third level, with the same raucous chorus going on beneath me. The move to another level required we take apart the scaffolding. I went to the top to disassemble it as no one else seemed ready to volunteer. We got it moved with a minimum of pain.
Within four feet of the ceiling I was hunched over changing out lights on three levels of six foot scaffolding. That's only 18 feet...on one side. On the other side the terrain dropped swiftly away and it looked MUCH steeper and higher than it was. It didn't take long, but again, my shirt was drenched with sweat because of the stagnant air at that altitude. Down on the floor there was a nice breeze coming through the open doors. The peanut gallery was seriously comfortable, and completely annoying. The electrician had by now seen that I was doing a decent job and left to acquire the rest of the fixtures, he may have also left because the peanut gallery was annoying him too, but I did not get confirmation. I know I pissed off one of the coworkers because I told him on numerous occasions with rising inflection to shut the hell up. He finally quieted down and my job, while not pleasant, became more tolerable.
The last four lights were out of my reach by about 12 inches. Fortunately, one of our "volunteers" was a six footer. He could reach the lights. He also had the benefit of full safety measures. once he got up there in the air with the scaffolding he, amazingly, stopped his smart ass comments. I wish we had managed to get the final guy up there, but he was "rattled" by the mere suggestion.
I worked four ten hour days, with Friday off. I made an appointment with a local pharmacy to get our vaccinations for our trip to Africa...which may or may not take place this century. Our agency was out of the office for a yearly camp out with families who have already gotten their children...no hard feelings here, seriously. When we get our kids, you KNOW we will be there...but right now it would be nice to hear some news on ANY progress. so, we continue hoping that something is being done to bring our little one home to us sooner than later.
Sorry, back to the subject of vaccinations. I believe it is a requirement by the CDC that you get the appropriate vaccinations before you go somewhere, or else they may not allow you to come home. So, we got ours yesterday. Yellow fever, typhoid, and polio. The YF is a live vaccine. the easy Typhoid was, too. However, you can't have the easy Typhoid with the YF, because it weakens the effectiveness of them both. So we had to have the injection for the Typhoid. So, three injections. The YF was just below skin level...I believe his exact words were subcutaneous. No problem...bit of a pinch, but it went away. The Typhoid was next...I saw the needle on Cora's and was somewhat amazed to see a needle that seemed to be about four feet long and a full six inches in diameter...ok, maybe it was more like an inch and a quarter long and 1/16 of an inch in diameter...looked bigger than it needed to be. You could hardly see the needle on the YF. Then the polio, which came in a tiny syringe with an odd needle. One moment I saw the needle slip into Cora's shoulder, the next he withdrew it and the needle disappeared! I thought, did he leave the needle in her shoulder? No, she wasn't complaining and I am sure he'd have noticed that. I kept quiet.
It was my turn. YF, no problem. Typhoid, didn't look. Didn't hurt, either. Cora had been telling tales of how Typhoid shots hurt like hell. Something akin to getting kicked in the shoulder by a horse. I hate it when she distorts the truth. Then the polio. I wondered if he would leave the needle in m arm. Cora said something as I heard a small snap. The needle was retractable...he didn't leave it in her arm! Cool.
We went to dinner at a really good Mexican place. It was there that my arm began to get a tiny bit sore. By the time we got home, it hurt to raise my arm. Cora said she was experiencing the same symptoms. We self medicated, but I must not have drank enough, because my arm still hurt.
This morning, mine is better, but still sore. Something akin to being hit by a train in the shoulder. Ah, the things we will do to become parents!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I had more pictures but I did not slow down like last time and some came out blurry. Nevertheless, look at the amount of spray paint in these pictures. Krylon is making a killing!
Then, I was driving through town and I saw this lovely get up...it's blurry, but can you imagine letting your kid out of the house looking like that?
That's all for now, I have chores to do and then I get to go wreck chasing tomorrow.
Monday, June 8, 2009
So, Forrest Gump is my hero. "One day it started raining, and it didn't stop for four months. We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stinging...big ol' fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain that even seemed to come straight up from underneath." I love his thoughts on rain. Tonight's weather spectacular reminded me of that. It was also made up of the stinging kind.
I taught sixth graders today. It was a good day. The kids in the sixth grade class this year are a good bunch. I did not have any problems and basically had an easy day.
Tonight we went into town and then decided to have pizza instead of making something since it was late. I saw six kids in the short walk between the car and the pizza place. All of them said hi to Mr. H, except for one who knows my first name. All in all, it was cute, if a little embarrassing.
I don't know how successful I will be getting jobs on the last two days of school, but I will give it a shot.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
We got a backyard play-cube for a steal! Did you know those things are almost indestructible? And hard to take apart as well!
She got tons of clothes for pennies on the dollar...I was enlisted to carry stuff.
It was actually not so bad. I enjoyed helping her out. I also made a find of my own cool thing. An antique lamp! Can you believe it was only $5.00?
What amazed me was that Cora said, "Yes." Obviously, my extreme good taste has worn off on her finally. It used to be I would find something cool and she would put her foot down and say, "NO! You are not having that ugly (insert cool thing here [If you don't know what a cool thing is, here are a few: Elephant Head, Elvis on Black Velvet, Jesus on Black Velvet, Jesus AND Elvis on Blak Velvet, a Pair of Antlers, a Jeep Front End, a Rusty Unidentifiable Metal Thing, etc.]) in our living room! We may someday want guests!" As you can see she is usually quite narrow minded. Maybe I can convince her to let me get an airplane propeller and hang it on the wall! Keep your fingers crossed!
After we were finished yard saling we went on to bigger and less enjoyable things...like work. But that, as they say, is another story.
Friday, June 5, 2009
The rest of th day was great. The last half-hour she let me decide what to do. I took a poll. The kids could play some games or watch me draw on the overhead. They voted for me to draw...weird. I did not mind, since before that there had been numerous kids crowded around me trying to get a peek at what I was drawing. They were a good bunch of kids and I enjoyed being there. It is always amazing to me how well behaved a group of kids become when they are watching me draw.
So, I got home about 310pm and laid down for a little while to get rid of my headache. Finally I began to feel better. I ended up mowing the lawn and Cora made dinner. Just as I was finishing the lawn I began to get the feeling that I was getting drops of water on me. The sky was beginning to look a little dark. When I put the mower away I heard thunder. As I walked in the house it began to rain...hard.
Here are some pictures! It also hailed! Wow, what weather we had!!
Look at the size of those splashes! It came down in BUCKETS!
Toby had no issues running out into the rain, but he showed definite reluctance to enter a hail storm! Here he is looking on as the hail smashes around him. The hail was the size of marbles. Some of them exploded on impact!
Cora wanted something a little fruity. I managed to make a decent daiquiri from some strawberries we had...I even made it look pretty.
Now, the weekend beckons with loads of work! Cora's parents are going to need some help moving some stuff and we have plenty of stuff to do here at home, too! I can't wait to get out of town for a little while...even if it is just to go for a drive!
Oh, and when they figured out I can draw...well, the uproar was amazing! Actually, they were very well manored. "Shhhhh, let him draw!" "If we don't be quiet, he'll stop drawing!" "He goes so fast! You go so fast Mr. H!" "It looks like he's scribbling, but e's drawing a picture!" All said in hushed voices full of awe...now, who am I not to pander to an audience? I enjoyed drawing for them and they enjoyed watching. And the nice part is you don't have to dra particularly good for a third grader to be in awe of you.
It was a most enjoyable class and look forward to teaching them again today. For those of yo who may end up letting me sub for you...I don't give in to the temptation to draw for the kids every day...just once in awhile.
We had grilled chicken, salad, and asparagus last night...all but the salad done on the grill. It got done just as a mighty storm blew up. Well, maybe not so mighty, still, I do love a summer storm...the rain drops were gigantic and the thunder was nice. I like watching the dark clouds rumble down the valley.
Well, lots to do this weekend. I guess I should start it by going to work.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Anyway, I did laundry and dishes yesterday, so there wasn't much of that left to do today. I told Cora I would clean the oven. She has in the past declared the oven a necessity to clean. I usually ignore her. She ends up doing it and is generally not happy when she does, so I try to keep the subject of the oven away from her. Today, I discovered why she wrinkles her nose at it. In the past I have basically figured anything that gets up to 400 degrees Farenheit is clean enough for me, besides I never put food directly on it. The other day she mentioned that she might be cleaning the oven soon. So, I got this wild hair (or is it hare?) up my butt today, I'll clean it for her! What's worse is I told her ahead of time, so she will expect it! Next time, I'll just buy her flowers.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Today was such a day. I took the camera on the off chance there might be something to photograph. There were, however, no interesting photographic oportunities. I did however take some pictures of these houses. These are on the Reservation.
These sticks are likely used for ceremonial things, a tee pee perhaps...but, isn't that an interesting "stick rest?" AND is that a car door leaning against that shed???
Note this house is behind a fence. Did the gang members jump the fence or are the residents trying a new form of house decoration?
Maybe it isn't so new...or maybe their neighbors thought it was a good idea.
What do you say to your gang-banger son? What was the conversation that went on there?
"Dear, put down the knife! Stop threatening your sister! Here! Here is a can of spray paint, go play behind the house!"
"Honey! I bought blue paint to write our gang sign, do you think that's OK? What? Our house is blue? Damn!"
"What!! BLUE paint? I told you WHITE! That way it matches the trim!"
So, I hope you ponder that. I may go house picturing again in the future if the response is positive.
Today, I did not get a job. I passed up a half-day...I was damned if I'd miss another full day like I did last time...HAH! NO JOBS! Oh, well. I did a few loads of clothes and a load of dishes and some other chores. Then I took Cora's car in to the dealer to have them change the oil and look at the shock absorber. The local tire store said one of them was leakng fluid. The dealership kindly said they were ordering new shocks for it. While I was waiting I decided to test drive a new FJ Cruiser. I made a new best friend. It is amazing how friendly people can be if you show interest in a $26,000 vehicle that they want to sell. Of course, I mentioned that I need to convince my wife. "Oh, yeah! I can help you! Just bring her in and she can drive it. Give me a call before you come and I'll park it up on the rocks and open the doors so it looks cool. Then she'll say, 'what are we driving?' You'll say, 'That one!' Oh, I've done that before. I am here for you."
I enjoyed the short drive. I liked the amount of room in there and the design of the cab is interesting and those triple windshield wipers are cool. Still, it's got pretty bad visibility. He was all, "If you are a Toyota fan, you'll like it, but if you're not, you'll just tear it apart and look for bad things." I was all, "Yeah!" (inside my head I was carrying on a different monologue, which mainly consisted of me NOT BUYING the vehicle. I liked it, but I needed to kill some time and what else do you do on a car lot?) Still, he left me with a smile.
We bought a tiny little frying pan so I could fry eggs or smaller additions to meals. I decided to use it this morning. I made a REALLY FINE omelet. I started by frying a couple pieces of bacon, which I then took the turner to, to make it smaller. While I was using my plastic turner, the nonstick coating scratched. I became annoyed...but not enough to stop cooking my beloved egg. It was delicious! But, I took the pan back.
Still no job for tomorrow...maybe I will have to turn to selling my body to make up for the day or so of lost time. Any takers? Uhhh, NOT you, sir. I have standards. ...HOW MUCH? Well, that's quite a sum of money...
My best friend's sister posted these on Facebook. I pirated them and am sharing them here. My best friend (left hand side) and me (right hand side) and a fellow grad (Guy Becker). Jim passed away in 1997. On June 2, to be precise, in the early morning hours. His sister-in-law called at 3:38am to tell me news. I was dumbfounded. We were two of a kind. They used to call us "Jim Squared." We were always together. On Facebook, I found I am still to be associated with Jim as a Star Trek expert...I don't mind. Makes me miss him that much more.
He had a great sense of humor. It never stopped. Here we are with the illustrious "Daddy G," our World Problems teacher and Senior Advisor. His son, a grade ahead, last time I heard, was doing the news at a Spokane television station.
Lower left, you see me, at my most handsome (my opinion), and my best friend is in the lower right is Jim. The girls at the top were close friends and a sister. What are we sitting at? 17 years since 1992? WOW!!
We had another five years with Jim after Graduation...almost exactly. We were housemates when we attended CWU. He was pursuing a teaching certificate in mathematics. He would have been an excellent teacher. He explained things to me that made better sense than what others did. Hell, I still remember his description of how soap works.
After we moved out, we still got together. More often we called. Whenever I watch the movie "Clerks" I think of him. He often shared his stories of stupid customers coming into the gas station he worked at. His take on life was often hilarous and sometimes just a shade weird.
I used to call him up on Sunday mornings when I worked early. I did it just to wake him up. He didn't seem to mind. He was the best friend a man could have asked for, but I was a boy and I never deserved such a great friend. I miss him. I am lucky.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Today, I subbed for a fifth grade teacher. His class was remarkably well behaved. His plans called for me to simply be present and breathing. It was a nice change from the norm. The younger the kids the more the work it seems.
Apparently I was the lucky one, since I ran into a fellow sub late in the day and she was looking a bit frazzled. She said she had gotten there and found NO PLANS. I think I had been requested for that one this morning and was somewhat thankful I had taken this job a month ago. I offered her some coloring sheets, but she said she had some Bill Nye videos to show. "Well, then, you've got it covered!" I then hurried back to my sheltered classroom and closed the door.
One of the kids came up to the desk to ask for help on a SUDOKU puzzle he does for an accelerated class he has. I helped him a few times and then realized that perhaps he was just not taking enough time on it. I told him to go back to his seat and work it out for himself. He sniffled. I told him, "Don't cry." He said he had allergies. I said, "No, you're crying. I made you cry." I then told him and the kids near the desk that I make it a point to make at least one kid cry each day. They looked at me unbelieving, then it dawned on them that I was pulling their legs. The kid said, "No, I have allergies." I reiterated, "No, you're definitely crying. HAH! You made my day!" He laughed and went back to his desk, his classmates having a chuckle with him.
I came home early because they spend the last hour in PE, and I finished everything that was necessary. I took some clothes off the line and relaxed waiting for Cora to come home. Now it is a relaxing evening. Of course, the Air Conditioner is STILL on...love it!