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Salted and battery?
This is the second time my van wouldn’t start in the bitter cold. I think I need a better battery. Heck, I don’t start well in this cold. I need several cups …er pots of coffee to get me going.
At least the driveway and sidewalk are clear and salted. Thank you Arlene. When I get up in the daylight, I’ll try to clear off the van and see about starting it again.
That’s enough winter thank you very much.
You all have a good one and keep warm!
Snow break…
More freaking snow, a lot of it. Momma is not happy and when…well, you know how that goes.
Neither pup is pleased with this weather. Cold, snowy, windy, yeah they are not happy about it. I never saw two dogs go out, pee, and come back inside faster than what they’ve been doing. 🙂
I cannot stress enough how blessed we are with the woman who clears our walk and driveway. I know I am not able to do all that shoveling these days.
It used to be that we shoveled all our neighbor’s walks. The Curmudgeon would run the snow blower clear down the street on both sides while I shoveled porches and steps.
Experiment #3 timed
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Using the timer tonight.
First Sentence stick pick:
I had this system for getting exactly what I wanted out of people. That is what made me salesman of the year every year. It worked at selling cars and any sales job I’d ever had. The problem was, I hated selling cars. I was bored, bored, bored out of my mind. I began to imagine different ways to commit murder whenever I had to deal with an irate customer. I even joked about it once with a friend of mine.
Drew a Non Sequitur stick:
He told me, “You could make a living doing that kind of thing.”
I suppose I could, but I had never thought about it, until then.
Normally I am a patient and gentle soul. However, on the day that jerk, my ex husband, David Hennessy came into our showroom and announced that he’d bought the dealership, all bets were off. I knew exactly what he was up to and felt the target on my back.
Chose a last straw stick:
I cut the brake lines on the Honda when I left work that night. Hearing about his fatal accident on the news in the morning had me grinning while I sipped my morning coffee.
End of Experiment #3
Every day is new throw of the dice.
Over the next several weeks I will be experimenting with my writing in hopes to hit a new groove and get my books finished. So be prepared for some nonsense and, I hope, fun.
I have been in such a horrible brain freeze for almost a year now, and that frightens me. I don’t know if it’s my medications or just the stress of daily life here at Casa Doggonedmysteries.
Stress like today. I hear The Curmudgeon’s voice come over the phone which wakes me with a jolt. Then, with heart pounding and adrenalin taking a quick jog though my system, I dashed to downstairs to find him on the kitchen floor. I couldn’t get him up.
Once I made him comfortable, I dashed back upstairs to get dressed, and then ran over to get the neighbor to help. He got The Curmudgeon up and to his chair. We haven’t had a day like this since he started the new medication. I hope this is an aberration.
Later, he was able to go upstairs and climb into bed for a long rest. After midnight, he came back downstairs and seemed much improved. Let’s hope the improvement continues.
You all have a good one.
Already?
That came around fast! I can’t believe I have to go get my driver’s license renewed already. At least they send it to you early enough to plan on having the hair cut before getting the picture done.
Seems like I just had it done. Last time the picture was worse than the time before I looked like a rotting hairball. I hope this time it’s better because I’ll be stuck with it until 2018.
Does anyone ever like their driver’s license picture? Do you like yours?
You all have a good one.
Old memories.
I remember the time my Dad broke his leg. An enthusiastic airman had waxed the heck out of the chapel floor and Dad happened to unknowingly stride on the glass like surface. From the telling of it, it seems that Dad went for quite a sail.
Laid up in bed for a time, he was a great source of amusement for his daughters. We’d never had him home all day every day. Heck, there were times he’d be gone for weeks, traveling off to some exotic place from where he’d bring us each a doll. (I’ll never see them again.)
We got to read to him for a change. I’m sure he was very happy when his leg healed and he could escape back into the real word.
Ah yes, more lovely weather
It snowed all night, when I woke it was still snowing, not much accumulation though. Long day of snow, no snow, rain, fog and now freezing rain.
Please, please, please tell me Spring is almost here. Hell, lie to me! I don’t care. I do not like this weather.
I’ll buy stuff but…
I have serious doubts as to me ever doing another online auction as a donator of items, at least not in the winter months.
We had more delays in getting the stuff in the mail than I care to admit. The weather being a major portion of the hold ups. Blizzard, icy roads, and the temperature dipping below freezing.
The last delay was the cold knocking my van’s battery out of commission and leaving me stranded. Finally got the car going and managed to get the packages in the mail.
You all have a good one!
The high yesterday was 21…
Which is where it is now. Wow, we’re having a heat wave!
I think I’ll hibernate until spring. I hate this weather. You all have a good one. I think I’ll build a snowman…
Lately I’ve been watching the strangest TV shows
One of my favorites is Dr. Pol. Watching a vet make farm calls and take care of small animals. I worked for vet for a while. The clinic was only for small animals, I think a clinic like Dr. Pol’s presents more challenges for sure. I love National Geo Wild channel.
I also enjoy watching the Science channel. Morgan Freeman narrating anything is great.
I’ve also discovered that I don’t care for a lot of shows on a lot of channels. That’s to be expected, I’m not a TV nut like The Curmudgeon.
You all have a good one!
I’d rather be gardening
A little fish tale
When I managed the pet store I had a regular customer who we kept supplied with goldfish of a certain color and size, one at a time. No matter how well we instructed her on the care and feeding of goldfish, her son managed to kill about one a week.
After the third week, she explained it to me.
You see her son had Down’s syndrome and took great enjoyment in feeding his little pet. Yes, he fed the fish several times a day and no matter how often she changed the water, eventually the poor over-fed fish would die. She would sneak the tiny corpse out and replace it with a live fish while he was at school.
When she would come in for a new fish, I would sort through a huge tank of goldfish to find one the right shade of orange. We would joke about what number Finter this one was.
Would you have the heart to tell the sweet boy that he killed his fish? My weekly hunt for a new Finter was easy much easier than her job would be if he ever caught on.
You all have a good one and stay warm!
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