As expected, my coworker delivered the load of firewood right after work. It took him two hours to unload and stack it all, and though I'm glad to have the wood, I was also glad when he'd finished and gone. I can't ever seem to relax when someone else is at my house. Even if it's only outside.
I've got some visqueen in the shed, so tomorrow I'll cover the stack before the expected rains begin.
Just out of curiosity, I looked it up in the blog, and it was two years ago almost to the day that my last load was delivered. I still have quite a bit of that load left. Maybe even enough to last the year, but that's something I don't want to run out of.
Better yet, that's something I can mark off of my to-do list, which now looks like this:
For reference, this is what my original list looked like.
One day this next week, I'm going to try to get up on the roof and run that brush up and down my stovepipe a time or two, then that'll be one more thing I can mark off.
Oh, and while he was here, the deer decided to make an appearance. He called me out and asked if those were my pets, and was impressed at how unafraid they are. I told him they are used to me being in the yard, and I can get almost out to the fence before they run away.
In other news, I have one more day of work, then I'm off for the rest of the month. As is their custom, the plant fed us today. Chicken tenders and fried catfish, with fries, hushpuppies, and salad. The food was good. The process...not so much. They gave us an extra 15 minutes, and it was a good thing, too because it took longer than that just to get through the line.
I was silently fussing all the while: "How many times do we have to tell you? Have the plates made up ahead of time!" Such a simple thing to make the process so much more efficient, but they never listen to me.
By the way, Inspector Gadget is mad. See, ever since they told us we had to start wearing steel toed boots a couple of years ago, they have a truck that comes around every year -- usually in November -- where we can get some, and the plant will cover up to $100 of the cost.
Yesterday, IG told us at the morning meeting that we could not go out to the shoe truck during work hours. We had to go before or after work, or on our lunch break. It didn't make any sense, especially with as much time as we stood around doing nothing while waiting on work yesterday. Well, someone went to HR and complained, and apparently word got back to the new boss. He said they had to let us take turns going during work hours.
You could practically see the steam coming out of Inspector Gadget's ears.
I tried not to laugh. At least, not very much. I mean I didn't laugh very much, not that I didn't try very much. But I got me some new work boots. I'm not looking forward to breaking them in, though. Good thing I just bought a new pair from Amazon back in the spring. I can still wear those for a while.
And finally, I realized somewhere around noon today that I had totally whiffed on a very important day-- my twentieth blogiversary. It was Saturday, and I'd wanted to do something really special, being that 20 years is such an important milestone, and I got so caught up in football that I completely forgot.
I was going to highlight some of my favorite posts, and talk about how blogging has changed over the last two decades, and even about how it might be making a comeback, given how toxic most social media sites have become. But I didn't do any of that.
Oh, well... maybe I can work some of that into future posts. Right now I've got to go get a good night's sleep so I can start dreading the next phone call I need to make.
Laters.
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