One year ago today: November 5, 2023, typing.
Five years ago today: November 5, 2019, anniversary fence coincidence.
Nine years ago today: November 5, 2015, he hates gravel roads.
Random years ago today: November 5, 2008,no foolin' him.
Into the kitchen, I made up enough food ti last to the weekend and the pets were the real benefactors. Things they are not supposed to have, like any chicken bones that make it into their food dishes. Out in the living room, the pro-Harris people are letting us know who is winning. Whenever Trump is called for another state, you hear the “Shit!” exclamations. And by now, it is almost a chant. Nice guy that I am, I won’t remind them I told them so. Trump in every major state by a landslide. By late enough in the day it was obvious Trump has a commanding lead everywhere that counts, including the Senate, and he kept Congress.
Still having clashes with PC or Apple because all the gear in this house is Apple. That’s what my generation traditionally called the differences between the two major systems—Apple or PC. All these so-called “new” systems and code (like Android or Python) are all PC to me. Time has made the differences even worse by letting the basics become non-intuitive. I’m on the Mac, which seems to have no icon or drop box to find or open a file. It’s there, but what have they done with it? Where is the command to undo and the list of all the drives? True, I could and should learn it, but not just now. The Reb called and she’ll be home just past noon. Everything that looked like the pets might have slept on it or resembles a towel just got dumped in the washer.
xI was outside in a rather nice morning due to a short in the Hyundai. Did I mention that? When I went to plug the portable compressor into the cigarette jack, it popped the 25 amp fuse. Ouch, unlike a 15 amp you just replace, when its that rating, you have to find out the cause. I mentally meshed with JeePee, the third in command, before I went to work. And in around a half hour, I may have it. One of the octopus cables I use when a van has limited outlets. I think, because I could not find the fluke meter I know I put in the tool closet. You know how to find a lost fluke meter? Go out and buy a new one and the old one will magically appear.
She’s going to be busy, giving me a chance to get into the library, hopefully too early in the day for the welfare cases, illegals, and riffraff on day passes to show up. They all sleep until noon and don’t deny it. Later, I made it to the library and ran the gauntlet of piss-brains waving political placards at the entrance. The building next door is the voting station but they get to block more people’s way using the library sidewalk. God, what useless lives these people must lead.
Illegal “sand burrito”.
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This afternoon, late as it after dark, we took her KIA with the heated seats over to Phat, seeking a quiet Sunday snack to go over business matters that are overdue. While I was away, two of the CDs rolled over, dropping the interest from 4.75% to 2.21%. While the staff can boost me back to what we now know is a new customer sweetheart deal, that only happens if I’m their in person during the renewal window. It did not happen this time. Nor was I that happy with any of the results except the satisfaction of knowing I’m going broke slower than the proletariat. The best of the CDs, which I buy only in denominations of $1,000 paid only $25.07 in seven long months.
Showing up at Phats, the first thing to note is the parking lot was full. The evening turned out to be a classic and completely blogworthy. Here’s the goods. We got in and the place was packed. Unbeknownst to us, there would be an full orchestra playing beginning in around twenty minutes. I ordered the special, which was two chicken tacos. We sat down and went over the business, making decisions and right on time, the food arrived. It looked like tacos, but smaller. As soon as I took a bite, I know this was far more expensive food than I had ordered. She took a bite, it was something we;d not see before, with an equally delicious dipping sauce.
xWait, there’s more. Back when I was a ballroom dance instructor, most of my clients were already retired, so guess what brand of music they liked to dance to. I was a teenager at the time but I easily recognized the different dance beats even if the must was noise. The Reb spots the same and wants to dance, dance, dance. Which we proceed to do and the band quickly picks up they have a show. We are not the greatest dancers but any proficiency at all caught the attention of that place. I’d shown her a few moves, such as how to “salute the band” and we danced until my back gave out. It was more than a hoot, because the Reb is a natural.
After a brief rest, we got on the floor again, the only couple now dancing and the band’s presentation slowly switched marginally from jazz to swing beats, they must not see this too often. The audience was drawn toward the mood, since we were not putting on any special show, these were basic dance moves and we brought down the house. (Oddly, we barely noticed this, as it could have been for the band since we were between these two groups.) But the follow up was compliments enough, as other couples got on the floor and tried to emulate the moves. All in good fun, mind you, but I saw how they had to push and pull, whereas the Reb can follow the slightest cue.
For a Tuesday, this was the best yet, it will go down in history. I was hoping the Kaiser might be there, but missed him by a day. Other than the band being too loud, this was a memorable occasion, as they say in the movies, the stuff memories are made of.
