Tuesday, June 23, 2020

earth moving, truck moving, and fumbly fingers


Had a little mishap Friday trying to seal a vacuum bag with a cup of tomato sauce in it. The little bastard slipped out of my fingers...


all over my shirt, both arms, the counter, down the front of the cabinet and on the floor. Fortunately it didn't get on my brand new light khaki shorts.

Heard a heavy truck noise outside the house Sunday morning and saw that John the septic/pad guy was unloading his tractor to spread out the dirt for the pad


which he did. 


Still have one truck and one car to move but they should be gone by end of the day today, I told him. I expect he's planning to dig the hole and trenches for the septic system in the next few days since he left his tractor here. (And in fact all the cars and trucks that have lived on the shop yard for 6 years are now gone leaving behind bare rectangles surrounded by weeds and all the neighbors are asking where the cars went.)


So now it's time to go pay for the house and get the cedar tree trimmed up. We have an appointment for next Friday and he says the house can be delivered early next week. Called the guy about the tree and it should get trimmed in the next few days. Once the house is here, next is to get the water/plumbing/septic system and electricity hooked up and then getting the AC/furnace installed and hooked up.

I think I have finally lost one of my diamond studs for good. I've misplaced the pair several times and always found them again but last Saturday I was out in the barn, the floor of which is covered in leaves and leaf mulch from years of not sweeping it out, and I moved a broom to get it out of the way so I could lift up the little tiller enough to get a plastic bag out from under it and when I did the broom knocked into one of those lamps on a stand with a circular florescent light (which is burned out and why it was in the barn til I get a replacement bulb) which disturbed some wasps building a nest in it and I got stung on the palm of my hand and my ear. I started slapping at my ear to chase away any others heading for my face as I stumbled back and fell on a stack of bags of mulch, getting up rubbing my ear as I hastily exited the barn through the far door and out into the yard where I finally realized my earring was gone. I went to the garage and got the wasp killer and blasted the shit out of them and the nest and looked down at the small clear area where I had been standing when I started slapping at my ear and there was the back of the earring but no sign of the diamond. I have no idea if it flew away when I was slapping at my ear or if I rubbed it out when I was walking through the barn to the other door and it fell in the leaf mulch somewhere but it is gone. Oh well. Easy come, easy go.

Dark and rumbly and a little rainy all day yesterday though all the real rain bypassed us to the north as it traveled east. That happens a lot. It's like we have a bubble over Wharton, rain passes by to the north or to the south. It was a lethargic day and I basically sat on the couch and read all day.

And what a great prank our tech savvy teens played on Trump and his reelection campaign. These kids reserved a million tickets using fake accounts which they deleted afterwards and the Trump campaign bought it hook, line, and sinker. They were expecting 100,000 people to show up, built a big outdoor stage to accommodate the overflow, idiots arrived days early to camp out to be sure and get a seat inside. The official count of attendees was something like 6,112. And that included all the security and all of Trump's campaign staff and the troop of paid (actor) attendees so the actual count of attendees to the rally is less. My sister read a report that Trump was so angry at the low turnout, raging at everyone backstage that he didn't want to go out, missed his cue and it was several minutes before his handlers could convince him to go on stage and give his ridiculous speech spending 10 minutes on drinking a glass of water and 20 minutes on how steep and slippery the ramp was. And of course they tried to blame the low turnout on the 'fake news' media with their virus fear mongering, then on protesters blocking the gate (3 gates and only one was closed for only about 15 minutes, everyone who wanted in, got in though those who were armed were turned away). Either he has fewer supporters than he thinks or they aren't as stupid as he thinks and had no intention of getting exposed to the virus. And because he has to punish someone for making him look bad he is now threatening to freeze subsidies to the poor unless Democrats repeal the ACA.

Time to figure out what I'm doing today.

red crinum lilies in bloom




18 comments:

  1. I had a party here by myself when I heard about the low turnout. But then when I heard the why of it, I actually yelled and whooped up a good old bit. Thank goodness that some of the younger generation have a little bit of hippie in their soul, tech knowledge in their brain and a little kick ass in their hearts. Keep on keeping on....daminit I hate wasps. (now that has other meanings)

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  2. So sorry about the diamond! I'm on a wasp tirade myself this summer. They persist in bothering us occasionally in the pool. I wish they'd just stay on their wide, but oh no....So I've got a system down for killing them. Topic for my post tomorrow, I guess. LOL

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  3. Okay. First I would have cried when I got tomato sauce all over everything. Then I would have sobbed and sobbed and sobbed when the wasps stung me and I fell on the mulch bags and lost my earring. And then I would have screamed in frustration.
    Some days are like that. Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings wrote a story in Cross Creek (I think) about a horrible situation she had once which involved sandspurs and biting insects and a rash and terrible heat. I think of that sometimes and can so relate.
    I just got back from a walk and I truly wonder if I'm trying to kill myself.
    Good for you on getting things all ready for that house. Lotta work there.

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  4. Telling my fate...that is why I wear black and no jewelry- Champion on, dear friend!!

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  5. David is on a quest to kill every wasp in our part of town. More power to him. I saw the fool making the Walk of Shame from the chopper to the White House that night. Poor idiot. Yesterday I thought for sure y'all were getting poured on by the rain gods.

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  6. Man, wasps are the devil. I wonder if a metal detector would find the earring? I love your lilies!

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    1. a friend of mine is bringing her metal detector over in a few days to see if we can find it.

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  7. Slow down!! I was also going to suggest a metal detector...although I do not know if they can detect something that small.

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  8. You made our day here with the Trump news. Wonderful stuff. So very sorry about your diamond...so hope you find it and the wasps are gone.

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  9. How exciting, the house is going in, hoorah, hoorah. I hope you find that sweet little diamond. I once had a boyfriend give me studs that I considered just a tad too big. When he exited the scene I put them up and then when my oldest graduated high school, gave the studs to her. Fast forward a lot of years and she came to the house one day and said "the baby", my last granddaughter, had sent one flying in a sweep of her hand and though they turned the room inside out, could not find it. I told her they probably were zirconium, knowing the source, and she felt better. I doubt they were. I do hope you locate your missing diamond; it means a lot more to you.

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  10. Do you know anyone with a metal detector? Or maybe you could call a local detecting club. I bet they could help you find that earring.

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  11. This house building of yours is getting exciting. Nothing as easy as that is possible here, maybe for a garden gazebo, but houses, it's endless regulations and slow builders and so on.

    We once found a pearl from someone's necklace inside chicken innards before getting it ready for roasting, so maybe send a few into the barn on a recovery mission.

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    1. it helps to live in a state that thinks restrictions on business forcing them to keep their workplaces, employees, and the environment safe is heinous and unnecessary.

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  12. Oh Ellen, you make me laugh:) Have a good day!

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  13. If you go in the dark and flash a powerful flashlight about, it might pick up the sparkle of the diamond. I used to do this when my mom lost stones from her rings, always in and out of water, no wonder. They'd be dropped on the rough sisal matting, invisible, but I did find them.

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  14. That is such a bummer about the earring. I hate losing stuff.
    Glad the tomato sauce missed the shorts, it stains something fierce.

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  15. My mom once lost one of a pair of opal earrings I'd given her as a gift -- in Arkansas, outside a restaurant while we were on a road trip. At least that's where we thought it probably fell out -- but no way to know. I'm awfully glad to know you're ok. When I saw that tomato sauce my first thought was "Blood!" I'm sure glad it wasn't.

    That idea about the flashlight's a good one. I used to use a flashlight when I'd lose a contact lens in the carpet or on the floor. The glint of light was enough to find it.

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  16. Congrats on the House! Hope the Diamond Stud turns up eventually, sometimes I find lost things when least expected! I Love that the Young People Punked Trump and his dwindling Cult Base, Bravo and High Five to the Young Geniuses!

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