Monday, May 22, 2017

All Is Right

I woke up this morning in the wee smalls, and went to work before the sun was up.  I walked across the parking lot in the dark, got some ice from the nearly full ice machine, and went over to my work area.  I set up the front of my line, figured out what and where everything was, and began working on partial orders.  I was able to get myself sorted before a bazillion people began accosting me with a bazillion questions.  And all was right in my world...

Until I saw the second shift production superintendent walk around the corner.  It created a sort of cognitive disconnect in my mind, and I just stood there and stared at him, wondering where I was and what I was doing there, and why he was in my world that had just seemed so right a moment ago, and had now descended into total chaos.  He laughed at the look on my face, and that snapped me back to reality.  Our own production superintendent will be out all week, so he will be filling in.

Anyway, I worked an 11 hour day, and am not nearly as tired as I was when I was working 7 - 7. Group Leader tried to get me to start coming in at 4, but I said no.  I told her I don't want to push my luck too much.  I overheard one of the other supervisors saying they were starting grumble about the over time again.  Only my plant would pay an entire shift of workers to avoid paying a few people a couple of hours over time. 

I realize I have been remiss in showing you my new smile.  But first, for comparison, my old smile (and my dear friend Christi)

And my new smile.

Kindly disregard the disheveled state of my hair.  I'd just gotten home from work when I took this photo.   Big difference, isn't it?  I might not be so shamed to smile now. 

Finally, lookit!  I have a little bitty tomato on my little bitty tomato plant!

I can't wait to turn that bad boy into a sandwich!

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Sunday Hymn

There is a country song that has been going around recently, sung by a guy who claims he wants to live "on the outskirts of Heaven."  Dude, you have no idea what Heaven really is. Heaven isn't green fields, or rolling hills, or streams to fish in. 

Heaven is where Jesus is.  And wherever Jesus is, that's where I want to be. 

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Typical Day

This is how my day at work typically goes.  I arrive, find a parking spot, fill my lunchbox with ice, clock in, and begin making my way to my work area.  Before I even get there, someone from tubing runs over with a bin of adapter tubes, "Becky, somebody on a previous shift ordered these legs.  Do you know what they are?"

Um, no, I just got here.

I take the bin of parts, saying I will figure it out, then continue on to my brazing stand.  I get there, but before I even get my tool bag off my shoulder, the dispatcher runs over asking, "Do you know anything about these 30 headers someone on a previous shift ordered?  Do you know where the legs (adapter tubes, for those of you not up on ADP vernacular) are?" 

Um, no, I haven't even gotten my bag off my shoulder yet.  Just set them down and I'll figure it out.

I set my tool bag down, and go get a schedule.  (For those of you not up on ADP vernacular, the schedule is the list of customer orders we are going to make that day.)  I get back to my stand to find Third Shift Sub-Brazer and Third Shift Group Leader having...let's say, an enthusiastic discussion.  Right in the middle of my work area.  They finally clear out, when my Supervisor comes over and asks me what they were arguing about. 

I don't know.  Maybe he was fussing because she didn't leave us any headers on the line.

Now, for those of you not up on ADP procedural policy, each shift is supposed to leave approximately an hours worth of parts set up for the next shift.  In terms of header assemblies, this is 50 or so.  This morning, there weren't but about 15, which put us behind from the get-go. 

Before Supervisor and I even finish our conversation, someone is tapping me on the shoulder, "Do you know what these unlabeled parts are?  Do you know what this unmarked order is?  Do you have two extra headers for this order third shift ran two hours before we even got here?  Do you know what happened to the headers for this partial order that's been sitting in the floor for two weeks?"

And all this happens before my shift even begins.

At this point, I threw up my hands and told Group Leader, "This is why I need to be coming in early!"  Whereupon she replied, "I would never have stopped."  Yeah, no...

When Production Superintendent tells you to stop coming in early, you stop coming in early. 

Sometime later, I talked to Supervisor about starting to come in early again, recounting the tale of my typical morning.  He said, "I don't have a problem with it, at least not until I get fussed at again."  So, starting Monday, I'll be going in at 5 again.  At least, I'll have a little bit of an evening, until Production Superintendent tells me to stop coming in early.  Second Shift Supervisor will be disappointed, but he'll get over it.

Good news is, I have a little bloom on my little tomato plant!

Tomato sandwiches coming soon!  Unless I kill it. 

Which wouldn't surprise me a bit.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Dear Coworker

Yeah, I know you think you've got the whole world figured out, but trust me, you're still young.  You don't know nearly as much as you think you do.  So, let me offer you a bit of advice from someone who has made a few more trips around the sun than you have.

You will not make yourself look good by trying to make me look bad.  What you will actually do is to make yourself look petty and churlish.  Furthermore, you will not impress that man you are trying so hard to impress with this kind of behavior. 

So, just get over yourself already, ok?

Thank you.

That is all

Monday, May 15, 2017

New Things

Still working long, long hours, so don't expect too much from me in the way of blogging.  It was rough in the plant today.  It was so bad, my supervisor threw up his hands and said, "I give up.  I just give up!"

I did want to show you the new things I've gotten.  Mary Maxim had a sale on sock yarn, so I picked up a few skeins to add to the blanket.

 I bought these, too, not realizing when I ordered them that they are single ply. 

I don't really like single ply yarns for something such as a blanket.  I'm not sure it would hold up to hard wear.  Maybe I can make a few scarves out of it.  My favorite scarf is knit out of single ply, and it's held up for several years now.

Finally, I've finished my front little flower bed.  I've added two marigolds.

And this celosia.  I think that's what it is.  I don't remember right off hand.  

And I finally found some zinnias.  

The one on the lower right has white blooms.  Now, I've just got to weed and put down mulch and it'll be done for this go around. 

Now, do you want to hear something freaky?  We really don't have privacy any more.  Seriously, we don't.   While I was in the Wal-mart garden center, I ran into a coworker.  We chatted a minute, and he said his wife had sent him down to buy a grill.  She wanted a grill, but he just wasn't that into grilling...blah, blah, blah...what we said is not important.  We were talking about grills, that's all.

As I was checking out, some few minutes later, I opened my Facebook app on my phone to make a snarky comment about long lines and only three registers open.  Do you know what I saw?

Ads for grills

I kid you not.  Ads for grills.  I have not searched for grills anywhere, nor priced them on, or  I have not recently bought a grill.  I haven't really even thought about grills -- until my friend and I had that conversation. Fifteen minutes before I started getting ads for grills.

Maybe that Snowdon fellow was on to something. 

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Sunday Hymn

Children of the Living God, come and sing, sing out loud
Children of the Living God, sing to the Living God

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Coronation Day!

Today was my coronation day.  I am now a queen.

I went back to the dentist and got my crowns.  Tomorrow, I will show you a before and after picture.  Right now, my top lip is still numb, and I can't quite smile.  The dentist said it would take a couple of days to get used to my new teeth, and I haven't quite figured out how to chew yet.  This will be interesting. 

Note to self:  When someone says I have a nice smile, the correct response is, "Thank you", not, "It ought to be, as much as it cost."

As for today, my nerves are absolutely shot.   I've said for a while now that my group leader depends on me too much, and it's the truth.  Every so often, she pushes me just a little too far, and let's just say it's not pretty.  Today was one such day.  And it was not pretty.

After work, my supervisor and I discussed things.  I told him it's the little things.  I'm not an assistant group leader.  If I'd wanted to be a group leader, I'd have applied for the position when it came open.  I'm not her fetch and carry do-girl, or her personal servant.  I'm not her special helper, but that's what she treats me as.  I'm a sub-brazer, and that's all I want to be.  There is so much she could be doing herself that she's passing on to me.

Take this morning.  I told my supervisor that I knew we had a lot of partial orders to complete, and I was prepared to deal with that.  What set me off, though, was this.  Group Leader and [Other Coworker] were about halfway down the line.  Now, for those of you who work there, they were by the blower.  For those of you who don't, they were about halfway down the line.

Let me step out of my story for a moment to tell you that when need parts for something, we put in a request to the dispatcher.  He's the one who puts the work into the system, and assigns it to whatever machine/department/process is the one who makes those parts.  The dispatcher's desk is across the aisle from my line, about half way down.

Group Leader and Other Coworker were standing about halfway down the line, just a few steps away from the dispatcher's desk.  Group Leader gave Other Coworker a paper, and told her to bring it to me and tell me to request those parts from the dispatcher.  Other Coworker then walked right past the dispatcher's desk -- with the dispatcher sitting right there in his chair -- and brought the paper to me, saying, "[Group Leader] said for you to order these parts."

As I said to my supervisor, there was no reason that either one of them couldn't give that paper to the dispatcher.  Yet, they are so helpless and dependent on me that they had to interrupt my work and get me to do something they could have easily done.  It's almost like they forget I have work of my own to do.

What I didn't tell my supervisor is that even if one of them had given the paper to the dispatcher, he wouldn't have put it into the system without checking with me first.  "Do I really need to put this in, or are these parts laying around on the line somewhere?"  Which means, I still would have had interrupt my work, and walk all over the line hunting for those parts before he put them into the system.

I didn't sign up for this.

My supervisor said he's working on her not being so dependent on me.  I told him in the morning, I'm putting in for a vacation day.  He asked which day I wanted, and I said, "The first one that is open."  And this time, I'm not going to spend the day at the dentist!

My friend Ann posted a picture of her sock yarn blanket on Facebook.  She's sent me yarn for my blanket, too.  I thought it was time to post a new picture of mine.  This is the one I'm supposedly making for my sister.

I say supposedly, because at this point, I'm not sure it's ever going to be finished.  Well, maybe when she is old, she can cover her lap with it as she sits in her wheelchair.

I'll post a picture of mine another time.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

In Flanders Fields

Normally, I post this on Memorial Day, but what with recent events in France, I couldn't wait that long.

This is a photo of the American Cemetery in Normandy.

Each cross -- plus many, many more not in this photo, and those in other cemeteries across France -- represents an American who died so that the French could live free.  They tossed the torch, and the French people dropped it.  No, they threw it down, and in so doing, spit on the grave of every one of these brave men. 

If you listen closely, you can hear their voices whispering, "If ye break faith with us who die, we shall not sleep" 

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Monday, May 08, 2017

Hitting The Fan

Friday morning, there I was at work, just a working away, when Third Shift Supervisor Josh stopped my stand to let me know everything was going to be alright.  He had [another day shift coworker] from [another line way across on the other side of the plant] to start coming in at 3:00 AM and help braze. 

"Oh, that's nice," I said through gritted teeth.  I wasn't going to say anything, because I'd already had my little arrangement with the second shift group leader, but it did make me mad.  If my production superintendent said he didn't need for me to come in early, why is it OK for someone that doesn't even work on that line to come in and do the exact same thing I'd been doing?  It's my line.  If anyone should be coming in early, it should be me -- or at least someone who works on that line.

Still, I kept my mouth shut and went on about my work, inwardly seething.  Sometime after lunch, My own supervisor stopped by to talk to me. He said, "There's something I'm a bit puzzled by..."  He said he'd gotten chewed out by the production superintendent for me coming in early, so he's a bit confused why it's OK for someone from another line to come in and do what I'd been doing.  Basically, the same argument I'd had.  He said he was going to ask about that.  I don't know if he did, because when I went in this morning, she was still coming in early, and I'm still not.  Group Leader Theresa gets back from vacation on Wednesday.  That's when it's really going to hit the fan. 

I'd pay money to see those fireworks. 

I only worked a 10 hour day today.  I told Second Shift Supervisor Rod that I was going home at 5:00.  He asked me, "Do you want to go?"  I said, "If you really need me to, I'll stay, but I'm just tired."  For some reason, working 7:00 to 7:00 exhausts me even more than 3:00 to 3:00 did.  It didn't help that I spent most of last night trying to avoid getting eaten by King Kong. 

Some of say you have nightmares about being naked in public.  If you think that's a nightmare, you have NO idea what nightmares really are.  You have NO idea. 

I long for something so tame as just being naked in public.  

Trust me, you do not want to be in my head while I'm asleep.  I don't even want to be in my head while I'm asleep. 

If I could live without sleep, I'd never close my eyes.

Naked in public...


Sunday, May 07, 2017

Sunday Hymn

Someone posted this song on Facebook earlier this week.  As soon as I heard it, I knew I had to share it with you.  This man is new to me, but I think I'll definitely be listening to more of his music.

Thursday, May 04, 2017

And Just Like That

I have my overtime back.

And the way it happened was this.

It was the end of my work day, and I was cleaning up my area, getting ready to go home, when I spotted the second shift supervisor.  I waved.  He waved back, and came to speak.

"Are you still coming in at 4?" he asked.

I told him no, that my production superintendent told me I couldn't any more.  Now I'm coming in at 7.  As soon as I said that, his eyes lit up and is face began to glow, and he said, "So now when I need you, I can have you?"  Taken in the proper context, that is not nearly as kinky as it sounds by itself.

"Yes," I replied.  "And please need me."  Taken in the proper context, neither is that.

He said, "Oh, I will, especially on the weekends.  I'll tell you what, go ahead and stay until 4 every day."  He went on to explain that though the lines start working at 3:00 PM, the floater pool doesn't arrive until 4:00 PM.  I thought that was odd.  Since half the lines start at 3:00, you'd think they'd have floaters coming in at that time, too, but no.  He wants me to stay that first hour, then when the floaters get assigned, he'd reassess the situation and see if he needed me to stay until 7:00. 

We also made sure my Supervisor Calvin knew about it this time -- after what had happened with Supervisor Josh.  Calvin said, "Oh, she can't stay past 3:30.  She gets cranky and downright violent.  It wouldn't be a good idea."

I told Second Shift Supervisor Rod, "The way to solve that is very easy.  Simply retreat to a safe distance and throw chocolate.  I'll calm right down." 

Today, I stayed until 7:00.  If this keeps up, and I hope it does, I'll have to pack snacks to take with me.  I was so hungry when I got home, but my electricity was out.  I didn't have any way to cook anything.  Around 8:00, I'd decided I was going to fix me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and just as I was getting the bread out, the lights came back on.  I had scrambled eggs instead.

Yes, I'm allergic to eggs.  Yes, I eat them anyway, and yes, I'm feeling it right now.  That, combined with it already being past my bedtime, is why you get a short post today.  But I did want to let you know the good news. 

Oh, and show you my gardenia is blooming. 

It's got more blooms open now, but I haven't taken a new picture of it yet. 

Oh, and I'd planned on watching my old Star Wars VHS when I got home it being Star Wars Day and all -- but what with staying late and the electricity being off, I've postponed that to the weekend.   Still, May The Fourth Be With You.

Wednesday, May 03, 2017

Work By Day

It felt weird going to work with the sun already up.  Everything was visible.  Bright new day.  Clear skies, trees budding with new green life.

I didn't like it.

I felt like something that had escaped from Mommie Fortuna's Midnight Carnival.

Creatures of night, brought to light...

If you don't get that reference, it's from the novel The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle.  There is a cartoon movie out, too.  Someone had given it to my sister when we were kids.  A few years later, I was in a bookstore in the mall and found the novel.  Remembering how much she loved that movie, I bought the book for her.   I said to myself, "I'm just going to read this really quickly before sending it to her."  So, I did, and promptly went back and bought myself a copy.

I don't know if my sister ever read hers -- she's not much of a reader-- but I read mine so many times I can still quote you the first line.
The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.  She was very old, though she did not know it, and was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. 

If you haven't read it, I highly recommend this book.  It's not a good read-aloud book, though, because the chapters are really long, and there aren't many good stopping points.  If you're reading to yourself, this won't matter, because you won't want to put it down until you're done.

But I digress...

I woke up this morning at 2:15 and thought, "It's so nice to roll over and go back to sleep instead of being up to be at work by 3:00".  I woke up again at 3:45, had a brief moment of panic in thinking that I'd overslept, then realized I don't have to be at work by 5:00, and rolled over and went back to sleep.  I woke up a third and final time at 5:15 and thought, "Normally, I'd already be at work by now.  Oh, my overtime!  I want my overtime back!"

Alas, no overtime for me.  And apparently only for me...but we won't get into that here.

I got to work, and the morning seemed to go by so fast.  Before I knew it, it was lunch time, and I hadn't even finished my morning coffee.  It's amazing how much faster a four hour morning goes, rather than a six or eight hour morning. Because I got so much sleep last night, I had more energy than I knew what to do with.

All things considered, I'd rather have the overtime.

The Demeter perfume samples I ordered a week and a half ago finally arrived.  

I tried to test each one, but ran out of room in places my nose would reach.  So far, Petrichor is my favorite, though I do like Dirt -- which smells just like dirt when you spray it on, but dries to a kind of musky scent.  Ocean does not smell like the ocean, and Sunshine smells kind of vanilla-y.  Mountain Air smells really good, too.

I'll be bringing you more scent reviews as I try them.  The biggest disappointment was the shipping.  I paid $8 for shipping, and it took 10 days for the package to reach me.  I've had stuff sent from China faster, and for less money.

The good news is, the samples are pretty big, so I won't need to reorder any for quite some time. 

Tuesday, May 02, 2017

Just Like That

No more overtime.

Just like that.

Third shift supervisor Josh had asked me to come in early to help get the new line up and running.  Apparently, he had also asked half the plant to come in early to help get the new line up and running.  And it would seem that he didn't clear it with the production superintendent first.

When the aforementioned production superintendent saw all those people in the plant, he was not pleased.  The result of his displeasure is that he nixed all our overtime.  And I do mean all of it.  I don't even get my two hour set up and partial pick up time any more.  

Supervisor Calvin told me not to be mad about it.  I said, "I'm not mad, I'm just stressed because  I am having all this dental work done, and without that overtime, I don't know how I'm going to pay for it."  Calvin told me to hang in there.  Sooner or later, something will come up and he'd be able to get me a few extra hours.

On the plus side, when the second shift supervisor asks me to stay late, I can get many of those hours back.  Second shift is usually very short handed on the weekends, so he almost always asks.

On the plusser side, I get to sleep now.   It's been so long, I've almost forgotten what sleep feels like.

On the plussest side, you get blog posts again!  I know you're thrilled.  I actually had a post mentally composed for yesterday, but after working a 12 hour shift, I had to run to the store.  I briefly thought about coming home first, but I figured that as soon as I got here, I wouldn't want to leave again.  So, I went straight from work to get the few little things I needed.  When I did get home, as I was unloading my groceries, I looked at my front yard and said to myself, "Self, you need to get that grass cut before it gets out of hand."

As soon as I got my groceries in the house, I went back out and cut the grass.  The last thing I did before coming inside was to plant the new little plants I bought.

These are called Portulaca. Wal-mart still doesn't have any zinnias, so I'm thinking about going back up to Lowe's this weekend to see if they have any.  I need some topsoil anyway, to start filling in some of these holes and low spots in my yard.

And I got me a little tomato plant.  

This is a variety cultivated to be grown in containers, so I thought I'd try it.  I hope to get enough tomatoes for a few tomato sandwiches this summer.  Then I took a picture of my dahlia that is finally blooming.

Anyway, that is what I was going to post yesterday, but by the time I got finished doing all that, I was too tired.  I just took a bath and went to bed instead. 

Now, we'll just see how long this no overtime thing lasts...

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Sunday Hymn

As I sit here this Sunday morning, listening to the storm rage outside my window, knowing this is the same system that dropped a huge tornado in Canton, Texas yesterday, I wanted to find a hymn that reflected what I was feeling right now.

This is the first one that came to mind.  It is the only one that came to mind.  And it is the one that seemed the most appropriate.

Though Satan should buffet
Though trials should come
Let this blessed assurance control

If you are unfamiliar with the origins of this hymn, and why Horatio Spafford came to write it, look it up. Seriously, you'll be glad you did.

In three short minutes, this song sums up exactly what it means to be a Christian.

It is well with my soul

That's it.  That's the assurance I have in Jesus, that no matter what happens on this earth, or to my physical body, it is well with my soul. 

When peace like a river

It is well with my soul.   

When sorrows like sea billows roll

It is well with my soul.   

Whatever my lot

It is well with my soul.   

It is well, it is well with my soul.   

Thursday, April 27, 2017

I Survived The Storms

I went to bed pretty early last night, knowing I had to get up at an hour that is simply insane.  Lucky me, about the time I was drifting off to sleep, the expected storms rolled through.

And rolled through. 

And rolled through. 

It was loud.  It was so loud that Rylea left her bed in the closet -- she likes sleeping in my closet, I guess because it reminds her of a cave-- and slept beside my bed.  I discovered this when I got up to use the bathroom and stepped on her. 

It was so loud that it actually made me jump a couple of times.  Needless to say, I didn't get very much sleep. 

Man, I need a nap.

Blogging will likely be scarce while I'm keeping these hours, so if you don't hear from me for a couple of days, don't worry.  I'll be either at work, or trying to sleep. 

Just one more thing.  Two weeks from today, I'm getting my crowns.  Yes, I'm already counting down!  With all those crowns, and as much as I'm paying for them, you can call me Her Majesty The Queen. 

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

I Need A Nap

It would seem that the phrase which comes out of my mouth most often these days is as follows, and I quote

Man, I need a nap.  

It ranks right up there in frequency with:

I just let you in/out!


 It's too early in the morning for you to be nagging me already!

Since I am not married, and have no significant other in my life, I'll just let you guess at whom that last one is directed.

Man, I need a nap.

Anyway, I get to work bright and early this morning, and start working away.   Before too long, but after uttering the third phrase above at least once, I noticed my group leader and the third shift supervisor with their heads together.

After a moment, they both turned and looked at me.  Then gestured me over.  Third Shift Supervisor Josh asked me, "Can you come in early?"

I'm already coming in early.  Do you mean earlier?  Yes, you do.  You mean earlier. 

To make a long story short, they are opening another line on third shift Monday, and the sub brazer from my line is moving over there.  Her replacement has only trained for two days, so he doesn't really know what he's doing yet.  So, starting tomorrow, I'm back to going in at 4:00 AM.

Sigh, I guess I didn't really need to sleep anyway.

Maybe I need to break down and buy some of that there Death Wish coffee.

Nah, with my luck, my heart would probably explode.

 Man, I need a nap.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Well, That Didn't Happen

Sometimes, my greatest accomplishment is just keeping my mouth shut.

And it didn't happen today. 

We have a fairly new parts stager out at the plant.  For those of you who may be wondering, a parts stager is the one who brings the copper tubing components from the tubing department to the brazing stands for us to braze up. 

She's been there about a month.  Here lately, tubing's group leader, Johnny, has been teasing her -- calling her on the radio, "Hey, hey Hayden such and such line needs work" and so forth.  He doesn't mean any harm.  He's just joking around, but it makes her so mad.  I keep telling her, "He's just trying to wind you up. He thinks it's funny to make people mad. The best thing to do is just laugh at him." 

He's not just picking on her.  He picks on all of us.  One time, years ago, the safety person had come out onto the floor.  What she was doing is beside the point, but Johnny and I got into a...shall we say, vigorous discussion over it.  Yeah, that's a good word.  I looked around and Safety Person had a somewhat shell shocked look on her face. 

"I didn't mean to cause a problem," she said. 

"Oh, you didn't.  He likes it when you yell at him," I replied.  "Watch this." 

I walked back over to Johnny and and just started shouting at him.  I don't even know what I was saying, but I was saying it loudly and forcefully.  He was laughing and had this look on his face like he'd just taken a bite of the best cheesecake ever made. I turned back to Safety Person and said, "See, he likes it." 

Back to today.  Johnny was over by my brazing stand, and he started in on Parts Stager Girl. I got him back for her.  I turned around and said, "Boy, I wish you'd put that much enthusiasm into getting my partials down the line." 

He started sputtering and muttering something about not knowing what we needed, and I said, "Hmmm, I thought those bright orange tubs would be your first clue."

For those of you who don't work there, regular orders are in blue or brown tubs.  Partials are in bright orange tubs, because they are supposed to be a priority.    If you don't know what a partial is, that's not really relevant.  The only thing you need to know is that they are supposed to be a priority.

I brought him a list of partials I needed, and he said, "I don't have time to worry about that right now, you just go on back to your stand."  Unlike Parts Stager Girl, I laughed at him, and said, "OK, I'll just go tell Supervisor Calvin why he doesn't have his parts yet."  Long story short, I got those parts real quick.  

Well, I guess it was one of those you had to be there moments.

As promised, here are pictures of my new plants.  Three Angelonias

and three salvias.

Butterflies are supposed to like them both, and I still have room for some other things.  Maybe the weekend, I'll go get some more stuff. 

Monday, April 24, 2017

Puttering In The Garden

I've mentioned before that I'm moving some of my spider lily bulbs.  Well, all the ones that are out in the middle of the yard and such.  Thing about those is, they are so prolific, they multiply like rabbits.  I've got way more bulbs that I can replant, so I put an ad in the local freebees group on Facebook.  Several people responded right away.  Two of them came by the house this evening to pick up some bulbs.  However, the people I didn't know, or didn't have mutual friends with, I told them I'd meet them tomorrow at Wal-mart.  But that's beside the point.

The first lady came and got some bulbs.  She looked very familiar to me, but I can't place her.  She said she'd recently moved back to this area and was living in her childhood home.  She was just starting to work on getting the yard the way she wanted it.  Suddenly, she stopped and looked around and asked, "Didn't the [Previous Owners] live here?"  Yep, she knew them.  She was the same age as two of the Previous Owners' kids.  I told her that after Mr. Previous Owner passed away, Mrs. Previous Owner didn't want to live here by herself, and moved to Next Town Over to be near her sons.  We had a nice little chat.

She left, and a few minutes later, the second lady came by.  I had recognized her name from way back when she used to work out at the plant.  We were talking, and she abruptly looked at me and said, "Do I know you from somewhere?"  Yep, we'd worked together out at ADP.  She said, "Oh, I worked there a looong time ago."  I replied that I remembered her from there, and recounted something that had happened to her while she was working there.  She brightened up and said, "You DO remember me!"  The whole thing was kind of funny to me.  Usually it's people who remember me that I don't have a clue as to who they are.  This time, the shoe was on the other foot.  Still, it was good seeing her again.  

While I was waiting for the ladies to show up, I did a little puttering in my front flower bed. I turned the soil a couple more times, then mixed in my garden soil -- you know, that stuff I drove all the way up to Lowe's to get -- in with my dirt and smoothed it out.  After the last few days I've had at work, it was so good to get my hands into dirt again.

Speaking of dirt, one of my friends clued me in to a website that makes perfume, one of which is called dirt.  I went to the site and ordered a few samples:  dirt, salt air, ocean, and a few more.  I'll post more about that when they get here.

Back to my flower bed...the only thing I've planted in the new part so far is the two daisies I bought when I went to Lowe's.  I really needed to get them into the ground.

They were doing OK in the pots, but I'm sure they'll be much happier where their roots can stretch and grow. 

My roses are really coming on. 

The first lady who came for spider lily bulbs was admiring them.  I asked her if she wanted a cutting, and she said, "Oh, yes, please!"  She asked me how to root them, and I had to tell her I didn't know.  I've never really dealt with roses before.  I told her she could probably find out online somehow.  I gave her two, just in case one didn't work. 

Finally, one of my dahlias is about ready to bloom.

Tomorrow, I'm taking the rest of my bulbs to Wal-mart.  I'm going to wait for half an hour, and after that I'm going inside shopping.  I'll probably buy a few things to put into this flower bed, and I'll be sure to show you what I got. 

But now, it's way past my bed time, so I'd better hit the hay. 

Good night.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sunday Hymn

Since yesterday was Earth Day, I thought I'd continue our observance of that with this hymn for our Sunday worship.

The rocks and trees, the skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought. 

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Earth Day 2017

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.

Friday, April 21, 2017

San Jacinto Day

I got to work bright and early yesterday morning at my usual 5:00 AM, when I was greeted by my group leader who stormed up to me frothing at the mouth.

"Why didn't you come in at 4?" she demanded to know.

"I didn't know I was supposed to come in at 4," was my reply.

"We were all going to come in at 4, but me and [other coworker] were the only ones who showed up," she groused.

"Well, you have to tell me these things.  I can't read your mind, you know,"  I said.

So, today, I went in at 4:00 AM.  Before I left for the day, I asked her if I was supposed to come in at 4:00 AM tomorrow.  She said yes, but I said no.  Tomorrow, I'm going in at 5:00.  I appreciate the overtime, but that 4 is just too early.  Once a week, I'll give it to you, but not every day. 

All that to say that I was going to post something this morning about it being San Jacinto Day, but getting up in an hour that begins with the numeral 2 pretty much nixed that right away.  So you get your brief Texas History lesson now.

After the fall of the Alamo, on March 6, 1836, the Texas Army, let by General Sam Houston, spent 6 weeks running from the relentless pursuit of General Antonio Lopez de Santa Ana.  On April 21, on the banks of the San Jacinto River, the decisive battle of the Texas Revolution was fought.

It lasted just 18 minutes, and culminated with the capture -- and surrender -- of Santa Ana.  Against all odds, the Texas Revolution was won, and Texas became an independent republic, until they joined the United States by treaty in 1845.

And this is the song those soldiers played as they marched into battle:

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

And The Hits Just Keep On Coming

Today was the day I was going to get The Thing done.  I woke up bright and early and headed to the dentist.  To get The Thing done.  I thought it'd take a couple of hours.  He'd prep my teeth, make impressions, and give me a temporary crown, then in a couple of weeks, I'd go back and get my permanent crowns.  It didn't turn out that way. 

As soon as he saw my X-rays, he said, "Nope.  Not going to happen."  He said that because most of those two teeth were actually filling material, if he did put crowns on them, they'd just break off within a year or two.  He said what he'd have to do is to tie the crowns to the teeth on either side of the two, thus a minimum of four crowns. 

Then he started showing me my X-rays.  I've always had soft teeth.  I brush and floss religiously, but still have cavities in nearly every one of my teeth...well, not nearly.  I've got cavities in every one of my teeth.  He showed me my teeth, saying things like, "This one has a huge filling.  This one is nearly half filling material" and so on.  He said it would be the better option in the long run to just go ahead and put crowns on all my top front teeth. 

The third option would be to pull the broken tooth and get a partial.  That would have been my choice, but as I said, dentists really, really don't like pulling teeth.  He nixed that option pretty quickly.  After some discussion, the option to crown 8 of my front teeth was the one we settled on.  He had his finance lady figure out how much it would cost, depending on how much my insurance company pays out, and it was a lot.  I mean a lot

That's what I said when she showed me, "That's a lot."  She piped up and said, "We have care credit."  Oh, goody! 

I filled out the application, and she went and submitted it to whoever they have their financing with.  Just a minute or two, she came back and said, "You must have really good credit.  I've never seen them approve someone for that much that fast."  That taken care of, we set about prepping my teeth for said crowns.  This involved removing some of each tooth so that the crowns would fit, making molds and impressions so that the crown maker would know how to make said crowns, and the final step was giving me temp crowns so I don't walk around looking like some sort of vampirical monster for the next three weeks. 

He showed me what he makes the temporary crowns out of.  It's some sort of soft plastic that looks a lot like playdoh.  He puts it on my teeth, shapes it so that it looks like teeth, the puts some sort of UV light on it to harden it.  The bad part about this is that it is plastic, so he had to make those crowns a bit thicker than normal crowns would be, so that they're less likely to break.  I don't like that.  It feels like I have a wad of stuff in my mouth.  I keep telling myself it's only for a few weeks.  It's not helping. 

What is helping is the thought that for the first time in my life, I'll have straight, white teeth.  For the first time, I'll think that people will see my smile, and not those crooked teeth sticking out at them.  I might even smile more!  On the other hand, I'm still an INTJ, so I might not smile at all. 

It was noonish by the time I got home from the dentist.  I'd planned on getting my front flower bed ready for planting.  I got the rest of the border installed, and the sod turned.

That's all I did.  It was hot -- too hot for it not even being summer yet!

I was a bit bummed that my border didn't quite reach to the house.  There wasn't enough room for another section of the stuff I had.  I'll have to figure something out later.

Before I came back into the house, I stepped around the corner and took a picture of my roses. 

They are starting to open up. 

Monday, April 17, 2017

I Owe My Cat An Apology

I woke up bright and early yesterday morning, and as I was letting the dogs out, I noticed a puddle in the hall floor.  I thought the cat had had an accident.  But as I looked at the puddle, it seemed like an awful lot of pee for such a small cat.  I went on about my business after wiping up said puddle.

Somewhat later in the day, I had to go into the computer/craft/snake room for something, and noticed more puddles in the floor.  Big puddles. Puddles that told me she'd been using my computer/craft/snake room floor as a litter pan for quite some time.  It didn't occur to me that I'd just been in that room the day before and there weren't any puddles on the floor then.  I was just mad.  I was fussing, but worried at the same time.  She is very old, you know, and I began to wonder if it was time to let her go.  Should I take her to the vet to get checked out?  Would I have to get her euthanized?  Mad as I was, I'm still not quite ready for that...but then, you never are.

I mopped up all the puddles, fussing all the while, and the cat just turned her back on me.

Afterwards, I was sitting in my recliner and I heard a dripping sound.  What was that?  I followed the sound to my air conditioner unit.  I opened up the closet, removed the filter, and there it was on the floor.  At least an inch of water.  It looked like my drain was clogged up and the water was overflowing onto the floor.

Dang, I guess I owe the cat an apology.

I mopped up that water, putting the mop bucket under where it was dripping.  I was thinking I needed to call the man who fixed my A/C last summer, and disappointed that it would be another big expense I'd have to deal with.  But as I was looking at the drain pipe, suddenly I knew.  I knew what had happened and it was my fault.

Last fall, while I was plugging up the wasp holes around my house, I noticed this strange pipe hanging out of the front of my house.  I didn't know what it was for, but I was sure it was how the giant spiders were getting into the house.  I shot a bit of that foam stuff into the end of it, never realizing it might be important.

As soon as I figured that out, I went and dug a hole in the foam with my finger, and sure enough, water came pouring out.  There was an elbow right at the end of the pipe, and I wasn't sure how far the foam had expanded, so I got my mini hacksaw and cut the end of it off.  I tied an old piece of panty hose over the end, to keep the bugs from using it as an ingress into the house, and so far, problem solved.

But the cat is still not speaking to me.

In other news, I got my gardenia into the ground.  I noticed the leaves were beginning to turn yellow.  I worked some garden soil and old coffee grounds into the dirt before planting it, and I hope it perks back up.

If it doesn't, I'm just giving up on gardenias.  I don't want to keep killing them.   Oh, and guess what I found when I was digging the hole.  If you said rocks, you win!  Beats the heck out of me -- these people and their rocks. 

I finished my red, white, and blue hat, except for weaving in the ends. 

I think in my next iteration, I'm going to start the blue section a little earlier.  Maybe just have 6 stripes, then start the blue.

Well, I broke down and bought a second hand VCR.  I had to order it online, with some trepidation.  The shop had 99% positive reviews, but still, you never know.  My favorite UPS driver brought it to me, and good news, it works! 

The bad news is, I can't find the two tapes I most wanted to watch. One was the Easter musical my church did when I was in college, and the other was a family tape my aunt made for me when I was overseas.  They're around here somewhere, I just need to find them.  When Cody and Dejuan get back from Texas, they're going to come up and we'll watch the original, un-remastered, unedited, un-RUINED episodes of Star Wars in which HAN SHOT FIRST!! 

Oh, they took a few days off work and went to Texas for Easter.  Dejuan is getting to know a whole different world than what he is used to.  They've been canoeing on the bayou, eaten Cajun food, and today, Cody learned Dejuan how to shoot.

I told Cody to make him drive over this bridge, 

but it is closed for repairs.  Bummer...Well, at least they got to drive over that long swamp bridge in Louisiana. 

Finally, after work, I ran into the store because I needed a few things I'd forgotten to get last week.  I was going to buy some of that spot repair grass seed, but as I was reading the package, it said, "Keep pets and children off of grass until it is two inches high."  Oh, well, that's not going to happen.  I put that grass seed back, and bought milk instead.

I can neither confirm nor deny that I may or may not have bought an inordinate amount of half price Easter candy. 

And that's all I have to say about that.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Sunday Hymn

"Why do you seek the living among the dead?  He is not here, for he is risen just as he said."  Luke 24: 5 - 6

Lives again our glorious King!
Where, o death, is now thy sting?

And for those of you who prefer the more traditional sound:

Saturday, April 15, 2017


April the giraffe has finally had her baby, and I have finally gotten rid of that giant pile of concrete in my back yard. 

I guess it's true what they say.  The fifth time is the charm. 

Yep, I've been trying to get rid of that mess for a year and a half, and I've had four other people previously say they'd haul it off for me.  Let's see...I advertised it in the local freebees group and one lady said she wanted it for her dog kennels.  She did come get some of the smaller pieces, but never came back for the rest.  Another lady said she wanted what the first lady didn't get, but she never showed up at all.  Then the tree guy said he'd haul it off, but he didn't.   Then another guy said he was doing some construction in this area, and he'd haul it off with his construction scrap, but he never came back and got it. 

I was beginning to despair of ever having a yard again, when a couple of weeks ago, someone posted on one of the local Facebook pages asking for rocks or dirt to fill in what she called "a failed attempt at a storm shelter."  Immediately, I replied that I had some scrap concrete that she could have for free.  All she had to do was get someone to come get it.  She said, "Free is good!"

Today at work, as I was sneaking up to check on April the giraffe, I got a message from her saying they were coming to get it today.  I replied that I was at work, but they could come get it anyway.  It's a giant pile of concrete in the back yard.  You can't miss it.

All the rest of the day, I kept telling myself not to get my hopes up, having been disappointed so many times before.   I was on my way out the door, when the second shift supervisor stopped me and asked me could I stay a couple of hours.  "We've got 40 ADP people out today, and that's not even counting the EMI (temps)."  So, I stayed until 5:00 PM.  For some reason, they won't let me stay longer than a 12 hour shift. 

The first time they told me that, my reaction was, "Um, you do remember that I used to be in the NAVY, right?" 

After quite a long day at work, I came home to find that April had had her baby -- a boy -- and the people had indeed come and gotten all that concrete.

Rylea doesn't quite know what to make of that big, empty space.

I still need to get out and rake up all the rocks and tiny chunks of concrete left, but to quote Madea, "hallelujer praise da lort"  it's finally gone.

Now, I just need to take care of that giant honking pile of wood and I'll have a back yard again.


Thursday, April 13, 2017

Getting There

The plan was when I got through with the dentist Tuesday, I'd go by the store and get things for my flower beds.  However, after getting the disappointing news, instead of cheering me up, the garden center just made me want to go straight home.  So, I bought some milk and Easter candy and that's what I did.

After making my appointment with the other dentist, I feel much better about things.  I drove down there after work to fill out the information paper.  All the way to the other side of town.  When I got to the office, there was a sign on the door.  Apparently, they have had computer troubles and will be closed until Monday.  Then I thought, "Since I'm in town already, might as well go do my shopping, since Wal-mart will likely be a mad house tomorrow."  Holiday weekend coming up and all.

Naturally, first place I headed was the garden center.  In my feeling-betterness, I think I went a little overboard.

I bought another box of fake stone border to extend my flower bed.

While I was getting that, I found this edging.

I'm thinking about pulling up the rest of the landscape timbers in my back yard and using this to make a raised bed to put my gardenia in.  I haven't decided for sure, yet.

 I was going to tell you what I have planned to do with these, but then I realized it just wasn't that interesting. 

I mean, do you really want to hear that I'm going to put them under my water faucet creating a path in the midst of what will eventually be a flower bed extending the entire length of my house?  Nah, I didn't think so. 

The good news is, a couple of my little freesias are finally poking their heads up. 

I've decided that all this other stuff coming up in my front flower bed is just grass.

Unfortunately, I can't pull it up just yet because there are actual, real things growing in the same bed. 

I'll just have to do some weeding once everything gets a bit bigger. 

I'm going to start the rest of my piddling as soon as I get home from work tomorrow, since I don't have to go to the store. 

Finally, they are trying to get my coworker's baby admitted to St. Jude.  If the little guy is going to have any chance at all, that's is the place to get it. 

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

It Could Have Been Worse

Every so often, I'm reminded how good I have things.  You see, while I was crying over my broken tooth, and my broken window, and my broken glasses, my coworker was receiving some devastating news.

Remember back a couple of weeks ago, when I mentioned that my coworker had to rush her five month old baby to the hospital?  They have found out the baby has stage 4 cancer, and it has spread.  It's in his bones, and causing bleeding, and things just aren't looking good for the little guy.

Suddenly, my problem seemed trivial by comparison.

My friend Vanessa said, "I cried like a baby when they told me that."  Yeah, and even stone hearted, cold as ice Becky managed to shed a few tears at that news.

Now for some good news.  I think I have figured out how to make phone calls.  Seriously.  The trick is to make the call, sitting in my car, in the plant parking lot, right after work.  I can do that.  But if I wait until I get home, well, that's all she wrote.

I called the other dentist and made my appointment.  When I gave the receptionist my name, she said, "Oh, yeah, Dr. Moody called us about you."  When I called today, I thought I'd be scheduling a consultation, then at the consultation, we'd schedule The Thing.  But no, she wanted to schedule The Thing.  As luck would have it, I had a previously scheduled vacation day for next Wednesday.  I'd planned on going to the zoo, as I still haven't seen the new Hippo exhibit that's been open for a year now.  Those plans have now changed, and I will be having The Thing done that day.  I still have to go in one day before the day we do The Thing to fill out the paperwork and give my insurance information, but that's all.

The bad news is, Dr Moody had glued my broken piece of tooth back into place, but it came off sometime during the night last night.  I woke myself up trying to spit it out.  I took it out of my mouth and set it on my nightstand, after briefly wondering if I could put it under my pillow for the Tooth Ferry.  I decided not to get him to glue it back on, since he said it was for cosmetic purposes only, and it'd most likely come off again.

I'll just be a snaggle tooth for a week.

The hope is, getting The Thing done will only take a couple of hours, and I'll at least be able to plant my flower beds.  I went into my back yard yesterday and found a little egg in my Christmas cactus.

I looked up into the tree and saw what appears to be a nest, but it's pretty high up.  I'm wondering how this little egg could have fallen so far without breaking.

I wonder if there is a way to preserve it without it rotting and stinking.  Let me google it...

Tuesday, April 11, 2017


Last Thursday, I believe it was, I felt a little piece of a filling break off of one of my teeth.  My dentist isn't in the office on Friday, so around 9:00 yesterday morning, I told Group Leader Theresa I needed to make a phone call, and headed out to the break area to make an appointment.  The first time I dialed, I got a busy signal.  I waited a few minutes to call back, and thought, "While I'm waiting, I might as well call the vet and make Rylea an appointment to get her heartworm shot."  I did that, and the receptionist said, "Jesse's is coming up, too.  Do you just want to bring them both at the same time?''

I don't know whether it was because I hadn't slept well the night before, or if my coffee hadn't kicked in, or what, but my addled brain thought, "Yeah!  That's a great idea!  Bring them both at the same time!"

Sigh...I don't know what I was thinking.  But I got it done and both dogs now are heartworm protected for the next six months.

After I talked to the vet receptionist, I called the dentist office back, and they were able to make me an appointment for this afternoon after work.  Great.  I hadn't even gotten back to my work area when the dentist receptionist called me back and said the hygienist had had a cancellation, and did I want to reschedule my cleaning and do them both at the same time?  Yep, that sounds like a great idea! 

Again, I don't know what I was thinking, but now that it's all over, I'm glad I did them both at the same time.

Turns out it was good they could get me in today, because sometime during the night, another huge -- or should I say YUUUUGE -- chunk of my filling fell out.   The bad news is, when the dentist started cleaning out the rest of the filling material, the entire front half of my tooth fell off.  My tooth had broken in half, longways. 

Now, that particular tooth has given me more trouble than all my other teeth put together, and I was all for pulling the stupid thing and getting an implant, but I knew the dentist wouldn't go for that.  Dentists tend not to like pulling teeth.  I was wondering what he was thinking about doing when he started talking about root canal and post and core buildup and stuff. 

I said, "Wait a minute.  I think I've already had a root canal on that tooth.  I don't remember if that was the one, but I think it was."  He said, "I can find out real quick", so he went and checked my records, and sure enough, I'd had a root canal on it several years ago, and it already had the post and core material in it.  That is good news, because half the work and half the expense has already been taken care of.

My dentist doesn't do fully porcelain crowns, but he referred me to another local dentist who does do them.  That would be Dr. Philley for you locals reading this.  The bad news is, I'm going to have to make a phone call and make an appointment.  You know how I feel about phone calls. 

I'd rather get another root canal. 

As if that weren't enough, Sunday afternoon I was mowing my back yard.  The mower kicked up a rock or something and it hit one of my French Doors.

The entire door is shattered. 

It's safety glass, so it's not like there are shards of glass flying everywhere, but I still taped each panel up just to add a little more stability until I can get it fixed.  

The good news is, apparently my door is double paned, and the inside pane isn't affected.  The bad news is, it's just another expense I don't need at the moment. 

As if to add insult to injury, my safety glasses broke while I was at work.  It was just the nose piece, which I was able to replace as soon as I got home, but it was the proverbial straw that broke the proverbial camel's proverbial back. 

It was enough to make me sit down and proverbially cry. 

I didn't cry.  But boy did I feel like it.

Maybe I should save those tears for tomorrow, when I go beg the bosses for some more overtime.

Sunday, April 09, 2017

Sunday Hymn

I thought this week, we'd make a little departure from the norm of posting Christian Hymns on Sunday.  Tomorrow at sunset, Passover begins.  Therefore, let me introduce you to The Maccabeats, and their new Passover song.

BTW, if you've read my blog for a while, you may already be familiar with this group, as I've posted their Hanukkah video before.

Now, some of you more stuffed shirt types may be asking, why on earth would you post a Jewish holiday when you aren't Jewish?  Simple, because Christianity has its roots in Judaism.  Remember, Jesus was a Jew.  He would have celebrated these holidays when he was on Earth. 

That's why I observe them, too. 

Friday, April 07, 2017

Part Two

I didn't sleep well last night.  I kept having strange dreams and waking up.  The only one I remember is that I was playing on someone's phone and they had an Uber app.  Now, I don't know anything about Uber, but this app had a map.  If you needed a ride, you just touched an icon on the location to which you wanted to go, and the app would dispatch the closest driver.  I was trying to figure out how it worked, and accidentally sent three drivers to different locations in the city.  The drivers started messaging me, telling me they were there, so I hurried up and gave the phone back and pretended it wasn't me.  

OK, moving right along...

Remember how yesterday, I spent the day waiting for my paycheck?  Well, today felt like Saturday all day.  I told Group Leader Theresa that I might get up and go to church in the morning instead of coming to work. 

When I got home from work, there was a package in my mailbox.  It was the other thing I'd ordered.  I know you're anxious to see what it is.  Here you go:

I've been working on improving my handwriting, and this might be a good way.  It's got the theory book and practice pages all in a single volume.  Now, when I use my wax seals, I might have a letter in nice handwriting to put inside it.  The only thing left is to find some nice stationery upon which to write said letter in nice handwriting.  You might be surprised at how hard it's become to find stationery sets these days.  There is some on Amazon, but it's expensive, and you don't know exactly what you're getting. 

It got pretty chilly last night.  I got a brief moment of panic when I was going to get into my car and saw the grass sparkling.  I thought that it might be frost, but when I felt the grass, it was just dew.  Whew, that was a relief.  My little seedlings are safe.

I've got lots of things coming up in my flower bed.  Things I didn't plant. 

I have no idea what all these are going to turn out to be.  Last year, I had angelonias, marigolds, zinnias, and vincas in that bed. 

It'll be interesting to see what they are.  I'll keep you informed.


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