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Home from the fair
Forgot my camera, no big deal, it looks the same as last year. As we were leaving to go The Curmudgeon handed me a nice sum of money and told me to get him a T-shirt anything over what that cost was mine to spend as I wanted.
G and I walked out to the fair and wandered all through it. We even went into the livestock barns.
In the entire fair we found only two stands that sold T-shirts. One had crap but at the other one we found him a Dragon T we knew he’d love.
Then I found a silver skully ring I liked. After which G and I had an early dinner of lobster rolls and lemonade. I bought The Curmudgeon a cheese steak–he mention a few nights ago that it had been quite a while since he had one.
When I got home, I told him he bought me a real nice ring. He looked at it and said, “I have good taste.”
To which I replied, “Yes, you do.”
He loved his T-shirt and cheese steak sandwich.
The Great Allentown Fair
Today G and I are going to the fair. We enjoy a walk to the fairgrounds and look-see along with stopping to sample the food at several different stands.
We aren’t there very long, but we do have a good time.
Pictures from last year.
Big rant here.
I saw a nasty comment about all cops on Facebook and went a bit off my nut on someone.
One bad cop does not mean all cops are bad any more than one bad basketball player, waitress, dentist, or doctor means all basketball players, waitresses, dentists or doctors are bad.
Then I remembered …Oh, yeah, bigotry doesn’t just come in racist packages.
Bigot (disambiguation)
A bigot is a prejudiced person who is intolerant of any opinions differing from their own or intolerant of people of different political views, ethnicity, race, class, religion, profession, sexuality or gender.
I am married to a retired on disability cop. A man who has the kindest soul, and who gave of himself selflessly every year he served on the police force. A man who often went above and beyond for you, the people.
He’s the cop who stepped between you and whatever threatened you to protect you.
He gave you CPR when you were dying. He put pressure on your bleeding wounds until medical help arrived without thinking once if he could get sick from you.
He wiped your tears and held your hand when you were injured, raped, suicidal, or lost a loved one.
He walked for hours, in the woods at night, searching by the light of a flashlight, calling out for you until he lost his voice, to find you when you were lost.
He found you and brought you home.
He worked double and triple shifts in bad weather to make sure there was coverage.
Did you clean up?
When you went for a picnic in the park did you clean up your mess and take it with you? Did you properly dispose your trash? Is it so very difficult to carry it home or put it in a park provided receptacle?
When you went fishing did you clean up your trash? Was it you who left all the balled up fishing line and Styrofoam containers on the bank? If you left that mess, you are an ass-hat.
While on your hike did you properly dispose of or take home with you your granola wrappers or did you drop them on the ground like an idiot?
Did you toss your water bottle along the road when you finished it? If you did, you are a selfish pig.
When did people quit teaching their children to leave a cleaner place behind you than how you found it? My family’s golden rule was that when you were out communing with nature, you cleaned up your mess and any other you found.
So someone else dropped their candy wrapper, it doesn’t mean that it is okay for you to do it too. A respectful, caring person not only picks up their own trash but they clean up any other trash they see around them.
I know of a few people, other than The Curmudgeon and me that do this. How unfortunate that I only know of a FEW people who do it.
Please people, teach your children to take care of the world. The easiest way to start is to teach them not to litter.
Please help keep the world litter free.
No yard work …
Rain, we needed it. We are getting some. This means I will transplant flowers Sunday or Monday when the ground is nicely softened from two days of rain.
I moved bricks to line the side garden from where it was to the front fence. I have bags of soil and peat ready to fill in there and I even have a bit of mulch for that area.
Lucy is not happy about the rain. She’ll survive even though she doesn’t think she will. Poor little sugar baby thinks she’ll melt.
Gavin never seems to mind the rain even when it is coming down in sheets.
Next week The Curmudgeon goes to see a neurosurgeon. I’ll keep you all updated on what is going on there. All we know now is that he has fractures at his T-10 spine. Some new and some old. If they can repair the damage, he will have a lot less pain.
You all have a good one!
Another mixed bag
If I don’t post once in a while in the future, it is because my internet connection is giving me fits. One minute it is working great and the next it is telling me it can’t find a page.
Like this one, or my mail, or Facebook. You get the idea.
My arms are itchy with mosquito bites but the yard is slowly getting done with the cooler weather. I have plants to transplant yet. Yesterday I did more cutting and trimming of vines and other stuff. I also got my bricks in place on the front of the side garden.
Today, I plan to clear the growth in the newly bricked area, add topsoil and peat moss, and begin doing my transplanting. If I’m lucky I’ll get that finished in time to send someone off with the pick up truck to get a bunch of mulch.
So how do you get rid of stress?
I keep wondering when I am going to have the time to myself and the creativity to work on my books. Whenever I think I am going to have the time to myself, life interferes.
If it isn’t The Curmudgeon, it’s the dogs. If it isn’t them, it’s me. I had a nagging headache all day the other day, when I could’ve been working on a book, I couldn’t sit in front of the computer. Instead, I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep the pain away.
Guaranteed the headache was stress induced. I’d spent the day before sitting in the hospital waiting for The Curmudgeon to get his MRI done.
I am a complete disappointment to myself.
Better to go outside and cut down a bunch of stuff in the yard and dig around in the garden. Well, what is left of the garden that is. I managed to cut down many of the weeds in what is left of the pond garden. It is getting overgrown with hummingbird vine that I need to deal with.
This weekend I plan to spend time digging out and moving plants since the temperatures are so perfect for that sort of work. For me working in the yard and garden helps to temper my stress levels.
You all have a good one!
Now If only I could get the high parts flattened.
Heather Galler original
Look at what arrived today! Isn’t Patty looking wonderful in her memorial portrait? The Curmudgeon shed a few tears when she came out of the package.
This means I have four Heather Gallers Bully pictures to get framed. Holy cow. The Curmudgeon says I am running out of wall space. I say, good! I want my walls filled with art work.
My sister hoards all the family art, including several of my own pieces. I will never have the pleasure of having any of it on my walls. I only have one of mine, a pastel I did in high school. Karma will get her in the end for her hateful greed.
In the meantime, I plan to laugh and enjoy my collection of happy art for the rest of my years.
My pastel
Oh, for Pete’s sake, WordPress changed things again!
I am not happy with the new format WordPress threw at us tonight. First of all, I hate surprises. Secondly, the new format makes tagging the post a real PITA.
Hey, there was nothing wrong with the way it was!
On another note, the world is a bit darker now that another great star has gone. Who will ever forget the famous line, “You do know how to whistle, don’t you? You just pucker up and blow.” The fabulous Lauren Bacall, one of the brightest stars, has left us. My deepest sympathies to her family.
A mixed batch
The Curmudgeon had a bad day again. At one point I had to get the neighbor over to help him back into his chair. Come to find out, he thinks he forgot one of his pills the day before.
One squirrel trapped and relocated. He went for a tomato in the trap so we’re hoping it was the tomato thief.
OMG, I actually baked some date bread yesterday. I was in dire need of something sweet. I also found out that Lucy likes date bread.
Some days crawl by
From the time I got up yesterday until I was ready to go to bed, the entire time awake went by at a slow crawl. Have you ever had a day like that?
I swear, it was like watching the clock that last class in school.
T i c k. T i c k. T i c k.
And yet, I GOT NOTHING DONE!
It crept on by and left me standing in the dust.
Another day shot to hell.
You all have a good one.
Loving the cool nights
It is now down to a comfortable 63 degrees tonight and the AC is off for a change. The beauty of saving a little money is unparalleled.
I am really loving not having the constant drone of three AC units going.
It’s nice to have the windows and doors open once again. To have fresh air, I can even tolerate the noisy neighbors blasting their stereo if I have to, to go without running the AC.
Cue crickets. You all have a good one.
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