Monday, April 23, 2018

We Have Foliage!

At last, my long awaited day off finally arrived.  First thing on the agenda was to get my CCP renewed.  So dressed I get and off to Batesville I go.  They do things differently now -- and for the better as far as I'm concerned.  Those getting gun permits sign in at their own window, and don't have to wait with all the driver's license people.   This made things go a whole lot faster than the first time around, and since mine was a renewal, I was able to get it the same day.  I still had to get fingerprinted, though, and go through another background check.

Never had to go through all that to get birth control.

Nevertheless, I was in and out by 8:30 with a shiny new CCP in my pocket.  Next stop, Lowe's.  As I whizzed through the doors and made a bee-line for the garden center, I thought briefly that I should check out the building supplies, but I didn't.  Straight to the plants I went.

I wandered around looking for moss roses, but didn't find any.  I also wandered around looking for pentas, but didn't find any of those, either.  What I did find were these verbinas, in red


and in purple.


I also picked up a 6 pack of zinnias,


and two of these four marigolds.


The final thing I picked up at Lowe's was this Fuchsia.


It's something that is new to me, but the tag said they're irresistible to butterflies and hummingbirds.  I thought I'd give it a try.

Once I'd checked out with my purchases, it was on to Wal-mart where I bought the other two marigolds pictured above, and finally found some moss roses.


Moss roses must be really popular this year.  The local Wal-mart had only a few left, and so did the Batesville Wal-mart.  I mean, like only three or four.  I see one light pink bloom.  I hope a couple of them are yellow, too.

After leaving Wal-mart, I headed home where I got the plants safely nestled into their beds.


The zinnias look kind of pathetic right now, but they'll soon take off.


I still need to get the mulch down, but I'll do that later.

I put the Fuchsia in a pot and put it in the back yard, since it's a part-sun plant. 


The good news is, my gardenia is putting out new leaves.  I was worried that the cold had killed it, but it appears to have survived.  Next challenge-- surviving a blistering Southern summer.

Back last fall, I cut my roses back pretty hard.  I was worried for a bit that I'd pruned them too much, but they are bushier than ever.


I did all this and was done by noon.  I spent the rest of the afternoon binge watching ER on Hulu and running out to look at my new plants.

Oh, and crying because I have to go back to work tomorrow, but I prefer not to talk about that.

Next up on the agenda:  getting all that furniture pulled out from the wall so I can get my cable boxes unhooked, and I'm going to get my cable cut off.  I'll probably add live TV to my Hulu subscription and I might subscribe to Sling-- to get my sports channels. 

Sigh, if only they'd let you cut off your service online instead of by phone, I'd have done it years ago. 








Sunday, April 22, 2018

Earth Day 2018






Genesis 1 

 1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

2  Now the earth was formless
and empty, darkness was over the surface of  the deep, and the Spirit of
 God was hovering over the waters.

 3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.
 
 6 And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.” 7 So God made the vault and separated the water under the vault from the water above it. And it was so. 8 God called the vault “sky.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the second day.

 9 And God said, “Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear.” And it was so. 10 God called the dry ground “land,” and the gathered waters he called “seas.” And God saw that it was good.

    11  Then God said, “Let
the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants  and trees on the land
that bear fruit with seed in it, according to  their various kinds.” And
 it was so. 12  The land
produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their  kinds and
trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds.  And God
saw that it was good. 13 And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day.

 14  And God said, “Let there
 be lights in the vault of the sky to separate  the day from the night,
and let them serve as signs to mark sacred  times, and days and years, 15 and let them be lights in the vault of the sky to give light on the earth.” And it was so. 16
  God made two great lights—the greater light to govern the day and the
 lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars. 17 God set them in the vault of the sky to give light on the earth, 18 to govern the day and the night, and to separate light from darkness. And God saw that it was good. 19 And there was evening, and there was morning—the fourth day.

 20 And God said, “Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the vault of the sky.” 21
  So God created the great creatures of the sea and every living thing
with which the water teems and that moves about in it, according to
their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw
that it was good. 22 God
blessed them and said, “Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the
 water in the seas, and let the birds increase on the earth.” 23 And there was evening, and there was morning—the fifth day.

 24  And God said, “Let the
land produce living creatures according to their  kinds: the livestock,
the creatures that move along the ground, and the  wild animals, each
according to its kind.” And it was so. 25
  God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock
according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the
ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.
    26  Then God said, “Let
us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so  that they may rule
over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky,  over the livestock
and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”


 27 So God created mankind in his own image,  in the image of God he created them;
   male and female he created them.

 28  God blessed them and
said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number;  fill the earth and
subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the  birds in the sky and
over every living creature that moves on the  ground.”

    29 Then God  said, “I
give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole  earth and
every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours  for food.
 30 And to all the  beasts of
 the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures  that move
 along the ground—everything that has the breath of life in  it—I give
every green plant for food.” And it was so.

    31 God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Should I Or Shouldn't I?

Back in January, I put in for a vacation day for Monday.  This coming Monday, that is.  April 23. 

I thought it'd be a good day to plant my flower beds -- late enough to be past the danger of frost, but early enough to be not too hot.   Then I remembered I need to get my CCP renewed this year, too.  Since I'm going to Batesville anyway, I'll just stop by the Highway Patrol office and get that done while I'm there.

Once we'd switched to the new schedule at work, I thought, "Hey, I'll just not volunteer for overtime that Saturday and have a three day weekend.  Cool!"  That had been the plan all along.  The plan hit a little snag yesterday morning when I opened my iPay app and saw my paycheck -- my 72 hour pay check.  If I take Saturday off, it'll only be a 60 hour paycheck. 

Hmmm, that's a lot of money to pass up just to have a day off.  I went back and forth all day, hemming and hawing.  Should I or shouldn't I take the day off?

One minute, I'd decide I'm going to work....but it'd be nice to have a day off.  So I decided I'm going to take the day off...but all that extra money will be so nice.  No, I'm going to work!  On the other hand...In the end, having an extra day off won out, so I'm home today.  And it feels weird to be not working.   Good, but weird. 

So what did I do on my day off?  I'll tell you.

First thing I did was to sleep until 5:00 AM.  Now, I know that doesn't sound like much to you, but when you're used to getting up at 3:00 AM, it is.  Then I did a few mundane chores like laundry and house cleaning -- and it was so nice not to have to rush through them.

Speaking of rushing, since they've made Fridays mandatory, they're letting us off at 3:00 PM instead of 5:00 PM.  It's so nice to get off and drive leisurely to the bank to pay my house note instead of flying down the road at breakneck speed to try to get there before they lock the doors.  It was so nice yesterday to drive leisurely into town to find a notary for my CCP forms instead of flying down the road at breakneck speed...BTW, they don't notarize things at the court house any more.  The county clerk referred me to the library, but their notary wasn't there that day.  The library referred me to a lawyer's office, and I was finally able to get my papers notarized.  I was beginning to think I wasn't supposed to get my CCP renewed.  Then I drove leisurely to Wal-mart and did my shopping, and drove leisurely back home, and spent a leisurely evening watching TV.

Anyway, back to today.

As soon as the sun came up, and it warmed up enough, I planted parts of my flower bed.  I'd bought these moss roses last week,


but held off on planting them.  Good thing, because when I woke up Monday, there was ice on the garbage can lid when I took out my trash.   I kept saying I'd plant them one evening when I got home, but I never did.  This morning, I finally got them into the ground.


The ones I got appear to be orange and pink, so I only bought one six pack.  I left space to put six more.


When I go up to Batesville Monday, I'm going to look at Lowe's and the Wal-mart up there to see if I can find some yellow ones.  And some I'm sure are pink.  That'll be it for this little bed.  Oh, and I put some black plastic border on the back side to try to keep the dirt from splashing up onto the porch  every time it rains.

I can be on the stubborn side sometimes.  If you know me at all, this comes as no surprise to you.  I prefer to think of myself as tenacious.  It's a nicer way of saying I can be on the stubborn side sometimes.  Case in point, I cannot grow anything from seed, but I keep trying.  This year is no different.  Once I'd gotten my moss roses into the ground, I clawed up a section of my big bed and spread some wildflower seeds in it.  It would seem I just never learn.


We'll see if anything comes up.

The other half of the bed I'll plant Monday, depending on what I find at Lowe's.  I don't have a set plan.  I'm just going to see what appeals to me.  I'll let you know what I get.

The last thing I planted was this chupacabra.


I put it into a hanging pot and hung it where my hummingbird feeder used to be.


I moved the feeder to a hook on the other side of the car port.  Hopefully, the birds will still feed from it. 

While I was out puttering, I noticed the first bloom on my roses.


I'd cut them back pretty hard last fall, so I wasn't expecting much, but the plant is absolutely covered in buds.  It should be a riot of color in a few weeks. 

And my little mystery plant has a bud. 



Finally, after I'd done all that I was going to do today, and was sitting inside watching TV, my doorbell rang.  It was the guy who owns the house next door.  He doesn't live there, but he owns it and rents it out.  He was asking me if he could put a tomato plot in on the East side of my shed.  I told him he could -- on the condition he slip me a tomato or two from time to time. 

I loves me some tomato sandwiches. 











Thursday, April 19, 2018

Patriot's Day


Concord Hymn
Ralph Waldo Emerson 
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
   Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
   And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;
   Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
   Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,
   We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
   When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare
   To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
   The shaft we raise to them and thee.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Dear CoWorker

I see you want to participate in that idiotic fad of wearing your pants down below your butt.  I don't personally agree with it, but hey, you have the right to look like a retard if you want to.

Just do the rest of us one small favor and wear the underwear without the holes in them, OK? 

Thank you.

That is all.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Monday Mayhem


No, not today.  Yesterday.

Yesterday was the Mondayest Monday that ever Mondayed.

It was more than chaotic.  It was down right mayhemic.

They say Mayhem is everywhere.


It wasn't.  All the mayhem in all the world was gathered right there in the plant where I work.  Yay...

As if that weren't enough, I forgot my lunch.  Oh, I remembered to take my lunch box, I just forgot to put my lunch into it.  And to add insult to injury, my red headed aunt -- you know, Aunt Flo -- whom I have not seen in nearly two years, decided to make a surprise visit.  Double yay...

I had so many things I was going to do when I got off work, but I didn't do any of them.  I just sat.  In fact, it's a good thing I wrote Monday's post Sunday and pre-scheduled it, or you might not have gotten that, either.

I got up this morning hoping today would be better.  It was marginally better  -- only enough to downgrade from mayhemic to chaotic. 

In response, I've developed the Gunstream Workplace Stress Scale.  It is as follows:

Level 1 -- Calm
Level 2 -- Busy
Level 3 -- Hectic
Level 4 -- Frantic
Level 5 -- Chaotic
Level 6 -- Mayhemic

Sometime in the near future, I'm going to standardize the measures, but for now, I'm going to bed. 

Monday, April 16, 2018

Time Marches On

Time marches on, but for me, the search for clocks has finally come to an end.  Well, mostly.  I still need to get one for Cody's room, but it can wait.

Back when I bought the rooster clock for my living room,


I also ordered this one.


I bought it for my bedroom, but when I got it hung, I found it didn't look as good as I'd thought it would.  It was too light, and disappeared into the walls.  I wanted something that would pop a bit more. 

Since the frame kind of looked like distressed wood and reminded me a bit of a porthole, I decided to try it in the bathroom.


It stands out better against the blue walls.  It's a bit big for such a small room, but the more I look at it, the more I like it there.


I really need to get busy decorating those walls.  I'm thinking anchors and ship's wheels and may be ropes and nets and things like that.   Decorating has never been my strong suit. 

Anyway, that left me with a conundrum of what to get for my bedroom.  I'd found a lighthouse clock on Amazon that I really liked, but the reviews weren't that good.  You have to sift through the planted reviews to find the real ones.  Upon doing that, I decided the price was too high for the quality of clock I would be getting. 

Back to searching...

Then I found it.  The perfect clock.  I absolutely loved it, even though it was more money that I had wanted to spend.  I took a bit of financial advise, put the clock into my shopping cart, and waited 10 days.  I went back and looked at it again, and loved it even more than the first time. 

It arrived Friday, and I love it even more in person than I do on the website.


It fits perfectly with the theme I'm going for in my bedroom, and even matches my curtains.  And it has a pendulum!  I love clocks with pendulums!  Unlike pits with pendulums.

If you get that, we can be friends.  If you don't, we can still be friends, but you will be confused a lot. 


It's still in its new phase, and I keep running in to look at it. 

Now, I just need to get stuff hung on the rest of the walls...Seems to be a recurring theme, doesn't it? 


Sunday, April 15, 2018

Chaos, Take Two

I used to like working C shift.

I used to really like working C shift.  It was so calm, so relaxed, and so stress-free, it was almost like having a day off, even though I was at work.

These last couple of weeks, however, it's been chaotic.  It's been so chaotic I've just about decided to start declining the overtime.  I'm hearing that Fridays are going to be mandatory for the next several weeks anyway, so I'll just have to see about Saturdays.

I know I need the money, but I need the sanity even more. 

In the meantime, let me introduce you to my new favorite song:




Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Whiskers On Wednesday

For today's Whiskers On Wednesday, I present to you my very dirty kitty with her very dirty whiskers.



As cats age, they tend to become less diligent in their personal grooming.  I first noticed it about a year ago, when she developed this perpetually dirty spot in the middle of her chest.  I suspect it was from her folding her paws underneath her as she dozed. 

I tried to use a dry type shampoo, but it just didn't cut it.  I had to start bathing her, which she does not like. 

Soon, I began to hear a clicking sound as she walked, because they also stop scratching and their claws grow long.  I had to start trimming them, which she does not like. 

And her fur is matted, which I comb, but can't seem to keep up with, and her feet are dirty and she smells like her litter box. 

But she's still the queen in this house, and she always will be. 

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

So That's How

Before we get into today's post, I'm sure you will all be happy to know I made it out of the plant with all my belongings intact. 

Now, on to your regularly scheduled blog post...

Here I was, thinking that maybe this weekend, I could get out and start planting some of my flower beds.  Then my sinuses said, "You might want to hold off on that."  Sure enough, when I got home and checked the weather, there is another storm system moving in. 

I used to wonder how our ancestors told the weather without radar and satellites.  The older I get, the more I'm starting to understand.  So, my sinuses told me there is more rain on the way... 

I'm so tired of rain. 

My grass was nearly knee high, so I got out Sunday evening and cut it, even though I had to push my mower through standing water in spots.  It was tough, but the yard looks so much better now.  This afternoon, my neighbor brought me some weed killer, so I sprayed my ditch and all the Creeping Charlie around my shed. 

Then I took a shower and threw my dirty clothes in the trash, instead of the hamper.  Clearly, I need more sleep.

Well, dang.  I had such high hopes for this post, but it has gone downhill pretty quickly.  So, I won't torture you any more.  I'll just leave you with this picture of Beverly and James' new calf. 


And bid you good night. 

Monday, April 09, 2018

Fool Me Twice

There I was at work Saturday, just a working away.  After a long, long work day, it was finally time to go home.  I got all the way out to my car when I realized I'd forgotten my cup.  "Eh, I'll get it Monday, " I thought to myself.  Then I thought better.  No, I'd better go back and get it, or Monday morning, I'll be tearing my hair out looking for it.  Because by then, I will have forgotten.  So I tromped all the way back across the parking lot and into the plant and got my cup, which was right where I'd left it.

There I was at work today, just a working away.  After a long, long work day, it was finally time to go home.  I got halfway across the parking lot when I thought, "My tool bag feels awfully light.  I'd better check and make sure all my tools are in it."  I started to swing said bag around to check for my tools, and that's when I realized my tool bag wasn't even on my shoulder.  "I'd better go back and get that," I thought to myself, "Or I won't have any tools left tomorrow!"  So, I tromped all the way back across the parking lot and into the plant and got my tool bag, which was right where I'd left it.

You know, they say forgetfulness is a sign of intelligence.  If that's true, I must be the smartest person on the planet.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Well, the powers that be have decided to scrap the whole brazer training program, and train new brazers on the job.  That's the way we used to do it in the Old Skool Way.  They'd pair a new brazer with an experienced one, and that's how we learned to braze.  I still remember when I learned.  The first thing I ever brazed was "line 3's next order and hurry up, they're waiting on it."

Friday, they brought me someone to train.  I thought she was doing OK, but her regular group leader said she's a trouble maker.  She can't wait to get that woman off her line.  I knew already that I didn't like her, even though there was nothing I could put my finger on.  I thought it was just me, because I can't get along with anyone except the ones who live in my computer.  Then, I saw what her group leader was talking about.  See, C shift gets a 10 minute break at 2:30.  A shift doesn't.  Well, someone had told the C shift people that were working on my line not to take their break.  Most of them just dealt with it, but this chick got so irate about getting "screwed out of her break" she went upstairs.

Now, for those of you who don't work there, "upstairs" is where all the production managers' offices are.  To go upstairs means you are going to complain to the boss about something.  To take someone upstairs means you are being dragged into the boss's office.  To go upstairs on someone means you're going to tattle to the boss on them.

Anyway, this chick went upstairs.  When she got back over to the line, she was still pitching such a fit I told her to go on and take a break.  I'd cover for her until she got back.  Even after that, she was still carrying on so much that her group leader, who was standing right there, said, "What are you still fussing for?  She said she'd cover for you!  Go take your &%^#* break!"  Even after she got back, she was still complaining about it.  I was good.  I kept my mouth shut, but I was thinking, "Gee, I've been working 12 hour shifts for years, and I've never gotten a break -- until C shift started getting them. 

I was hoping they wouldn't send her back to me Saturday, and they didn't.  They had her working on her regular line.  The one they sent me Saturday was one of those who just didn't want to listen to anything.  She acted like she already knew anything, so I just stepped back and let her have at it.

Then I had to step in and fix all the stuff she burned up.  But that's how it goes sometimes.

Enough about work...I keep saying I don't want to become that cranky old lady who complains about everything, but I'm finding that's exactly who I am these days.  I'll leave you with this.

I've always suspected I had some Scottish ancestry in my.  Now that my suspicions have been confirmed, this song means more to me than it ever did.



BTW, I looked up one of my clans:  Clan MacLeod.  Their clan motto is Hold Fast.  Pretty fitting for a sailor, don't you think?


Thursday, April 05, 2018

The Best Friends


I have the best friends, I'm telling ya.  How did I get to be so lucky? 

See, a few weeks ago, someone in one of my Texas groups on Facebook posted this photo: 


Immediately, I put out a call to my Texas friends, and sure as shooting, one of them answered!


They arrived yesterday, but by the time I got done squeeing, it was too late to blog.  Well, too late for me, that is. 


Unfortunately, the little Texas tray was broken. 


I tried to glue it, but you can still tell where it was broken.  Maybe I can match the paint once the glue dries and it won't be so obvious.  The good news is, since Cyndye shipped it Priority Mail, it was insured.  I filed a claim, but haven't heard back yet.  Hopefully, they'll accept my claim and refund the value of the piece. 

Even so, if my Texas friend just happens -- not make a special trip or anything, but just happens to be back in Hobby Lobby someday, and just happens to see another tray, and just happens to pick it up and send it to me -- I'll be sure to reimburse you, plus postage this time. 

Now I just need to figure out where to hang them.

Lookit!  I think I found myself in a previous life!


That's about all I've got for today. 

I'd planned on a nice, long, interesting post, but I'm so sleepy I can't remember what it was.  Someday soon, the blog will return to its former glory. 


Soon, but not today.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Madhouse

It was a madhouse at work today, I tell ya.  A madhouse. 

See, the powers that be decided that A and C shift both needed to work at the same time.  Two full shifts.  Together.  In one plant.  There were so many people in there when I went to walk to the throne room, I felt like I needed Moses' staff so I could part the person sea.  It was noisy and chaotic, and I don't do well in noisy chaos.  But Supervisor told me, "Let's just have a good day, then you can enjoy your Saturday and Sunday, and have a nice Easter holiday." 

That's what I did.  I kept a positive attitude -- or tried to, at least --and soon it was time to go enjoy my two day weeken.....aaaaaaand here comes C shift production manager.  "Can you work tomorrow?" 

Of course, I said yes.  I can't turn down overtime, because you never know when they're going to say that's it, no more overtime. You have to get it while you can.  On the other hand, a little bird whispered to me not to make any plans for the next few Fridays, so they're not cutting it out completely just yet. 

The good news is, I don't have to be in until 5:00 AM on Saturdays, so I can sleep in!  Yay!

Even more Yay-ish, I got my tax refund today.  It wasn't as much as I used to get when I was Head of Household and had a dependent, but it was more than I got last year.  I promptly paid 2/3 of said refund on my credit card, and moved the other 1/3 into a separate savings account.  The outside of my house needs painting, and some rotten boards need to be replaced.  I'm saving up to have that done later this summer. 

And the Yay-est of all, Squeaky is looking so much better these days.  She seems more alert, less uncomfortable, and her appetite has really increased.  She seems to be gaining weight, and has started washing her face again.  She still needs a bath, but I'm going to wait until it's a little warmer for that.  I don't want her to get a chill after all she's been through the last few months.

Not so Yay-ish-- one of these dogs has gas, and it's pretty rank.  It must be Rylea, because Jesse is scared of his. 

Finally, I know you've been waiting with baited breath to find out what was wrong with Paw Paw's profile.  Did you figure it out? 



All right, all right, I won't keep you in suspense any more.  Look at the dates.  Trader John was born in 1735 and died in 1794.  The first permanent photograph wasn't taken until 1826.  Pictures of the quality and clarity of the one in the profile didn't come along until the mid to late 1800s.  The man in the photograph couldn't possibly be Paw Paw Benge. 

I started to unlink the photo from the profile, but I'm hesitant to do so-- simply because it's a fascinating picture, and I want to find out who that man is.  It's possible he may be a descendant of Trader John, or it could just be a random photo from the internet archives or something. 

There is a guy at work whose nickname for me is White Woman  -- which I am totally OK with, oh, by the way.  Only, now that I've found out I have some Cherokee ancestry, I'm going to have to tell him to call me Mostly White Woman.  Or maybe Off-White Woman.

Or White Woman Who Needs More Sleep.  That could be my Cherokee name. 

It fits. 

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Still Rough

I woke up this morning hoping today would be a better day than yesterday.  It was, but barely.  Yesterday was chaos.  Complete and utter chaos.  It was one of those days when absolutely nothing went right.   Orders were short, parts were wrong, group leader was in a tizzy.  Chaos, I tell you.  Chaos. 

After my group leader had called my name for the 783,780,965th time, I told her, "You have exceeded your annual allotment for calling my name."  She said, "Annual allotment?  What's that?"  Sigh...After she'd called my name 492 more times, I told her she was already in arrears for next year.  And I had to explain what it meant to be in arrears...this is why I don't joke with my coworkers.  The jokes kind of fall flat when you have to explain them. 

Moving right along...

All my life, I've thought I was as white as white can be.  Scandanavian and North European ancestry was all I could lay claim to.  Finding out I have Cherokee in my lineage came as much of a surprise to me as to anyone.  It's been interesting exploring that side of my family.  Last night, I got quite a shock when this popped up in my app.


Wait, what?  Sequoyah?  THE Sequoyah?  Apparently so.  If the site is correct, he is my great great great great great uncle.  Or something like that.  That's almost as impressive as having Ragnar Lodbrok in my line. 

On the other hand, I found this: 



Can you spot what's wrong with it?  I'll give you a moment...

While you're thinking, I'm a bit confused.  If John Benge is my 6th great grandfather, and he is Sequoyah's father, how is Sequoyah my 6th great uncle?  Wouldn't that make him my 5th great uncle?  This stuff can be so confusing. 

Have you figured out what's wrong with Paw Paw's profile yet?  Go ahead and answer.  For those of you who are stumped, I'll reveal the answer in the next blog post. 

Well, the entire plant has to work tomorrow.  It's no skin off my nose, because I'd signed up for overtime anyway, but some people are pretty upset about it.  I supposed I would be too, if I'd already made plans to spend that day with family -- doing whatever. 

If I were the kind to make plans, or had family nearby, or had anything resembling a life of any kind...




Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Rough Week

It's been rough at work these last two days.  Really rough.  Parts wrong.  Orders not ready when we needed them.  Entire coils needing to be reworked.  Lots and lots of people absent...

I'd planned on blogging last night, but I just wasn't up to it.  I was too tired. 

I was going to show you all my new clocks in their places on the walls, and the other spaces, and discuss some of the plans and hopes I'd had for them.  Maybe I'll get around to that this weekend.  For now, I'll just show you the rooster clock out of its package. 


That's about all I have for today.  I just wanted you all to know I'm still alive.  Maybe something interesting will happen soon, and I can write a real post. 

Until then...

Goodnight. 


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