Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Flailing Thru Tuesday

True fall is close to arriving here in the flatlands. Tomorrow is supposed to be in the 70s due to the adiabatic heating as the cold front sweeps in. Then the temperature will start falling with lows in the 20s for the rest of the week with snow showers and a high for Sunday right at freezing.

Why the weather report? Because it will be cold enough that i am gong to have to move all the squash and onions in the shed into the back porches, etc. What fun. This is evidently not going to be one of those Octobers with nice warm days all the way into November. Drat!

It also means that tomorrow I need to shut off mom's, MIL's, and my lawn sprinkler systems. It sounds like it may be a bit of a busy day. Coupled with several scheduled meetings and a possible community relations impromptu meeting and photo, it might be close to schizophrenic. (You know - How can you be two places at once when you're not anywhere at all? - from "Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers" by Firesign Theater.)

In other not-so-oddities, I can definitely spot that I am getting further along the decrepit curve. I needed to move an old laser printer from my office to the shop at the other end of the house. Ten years ago, lifting the 170-lbs-in-an-ungainly-cube printer would have caused only a small grunt and a bit of strain. Now the lift from the floor to standing position with the beast cradled in my arms seemed endless. Not to mention the staggering journey to the shop. No loud groans, popping, or dropping, but it was clearly a more memorable experience than it was a few years ago. I can remember earning my keep over a college break by carrying 320 lbs boiler plates up three flights of stairs all by my lonesome and it seemed to require no where near the effort exerted on the printer today. Of course, that was 35+ years ago. That might explain many things. {*grin*}

I was visited tonight by a little leprechaun dressed in blue. Yes, that's right, it is time for the annual Boy and Cub Scout popcorn sale. The little guy at my door was really broken hearted when I had to tell him the I had ties to a Boy Scout Troop and needed to order from the boys there. In a last ditch sales effort, he noted that maybe the bigger boys wouldn't have trail mix for sale and I could buy that from him. I had to tell him the sad truth that it is the same product line for both groups. To make up for my grinchiness, I pointed him in the direction of a couple of soft-hearted neighbors who are usually good for a popcorn touch.

On with the regularly scheduled disaster already in progress.


  1. Bahahahahaha! That little scout tried so hard! We're selling to and have one remaining bag of Trail Mix. I don't know why they have to include it in the supply. It is so stinkin' hard to sell and they want $20 for it! I mean really- who spends $20 on Trail Mix...in a recession?!

  2. "little leprechaun dressed in blue" ~ that was hilarious. I just know I'm going to bust out laughing when a boy scott knocks on my door. OMG.

    Ohhh, send some cold weather this way -please, please! It was in the 90's with a heat index of 103 yesterday in New Orleans. That's wrong, just plain WRONG.

  3. We've got snow falling all afternoon here in Calgary; we missed the fall altogether. Am wondering what it says about me that I am only 35 and can't carry anything heavier than my kids!


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