Yesterday served as a perfect example of a Monday. It was a little harder to take this week as
it followed a statistically superior weekend.
A serious heat wave also descended which made me grateful that I finished
the deck beforehand.
As with most Mondays this one involved work – as in
employment, which wasn’t unwelcome since the house is a lot more empty without
a certain Panamanian. I’m about to go
into another one of those scheduling feeding frenzy which is even more
compressed since the son’s wedding is impinging on the available time. At least a busy day makes the time speed by
(which isn’t always welcome at my age).
Sunday night I bit the bullet and decided to finally turn on
the air conditioning. The first floor
works magnificently while the second floor (with all the bedrooms) failed just
as spectacularly. Since I spent a couple
hundred bucks just a few weeks ago to ensure it worked the first time I was
more than a mite distraught. My wife survives
in a very tight environmental zone and will not appreciate the heat if I can’t
get it fixed (due back today). I ended up spending the night on the couch
(first time I wasn’t exiled there for some major failure) on the air
conditioned floor. Luckily I have a
really responsive oil company who promised a guy here first thing this AM and he
was right on time (Sears take notice).
He’s working now hopefully to eliminate the upstairs sweat box.
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| Jack Applying the Double Tap Last Night |
Around last minute work to upgrade the house cleanliness from
bachelor status I took in the penultimate episode of “24” where Jack returned
to his strong suit – killing Russians.
It was a great set up for next week’s season finale with everybody in a precarious
situation and a Russian sponsored war looming between China and the USA. It’s amazing, not to mention wildly
impossible, that all of the events depicted this year happened within 12 hours
but that’s what makes “24” such an insidious delight. Suspending disbelief is required to fully explore
an imagination.
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| My College Friend(L) and I in 1977 Proof That I was Once Capable of Growing Curly Hair |
I wrote yesterday about the college buddy I spoke with. I got home and found this picture of the two
of us from 1977. I was more than a
little under the weather due to “winning” a vodka guzzling contest. That was the very last time I ever had a sip
of vodka. Now back to cleaning; that “certain
Panamanian” is on the road as I write this.
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| Wife Yesterday She's On Her Way Back |
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