This morning I went to sign my Dogs up for welfare.
At first the lady said, "Dogs are not eligible to draw welfare".
So, I explained to her that my dogs are unemployed, lazy, can't speak English and have no frigging clue who their Daddies are. They expect me to feed them, provide them with housing and medical care, and feel guilty because they are dogs.
So she looked in her policy book to see what it takes to qualify.
It is a good morning in my backyard today! I've weeded and cleaned up the beds and some pots. Everything looks good, sprouts are coming along just fine and the tomato plants have several blooms. I even have a tomato plant from last season sprouted? Looks like it anyway. I didn't think that was possible.
The breakfast cigar has been outstanding this morning! The chicory, delightful!
If the weather could stay like this for the summer, It would be heaven. But in Houston, nah, aint gonna happen! I really don't mind the humidity and heat as much as others might. But it is gonna be warm soon.
The dog Zino has been securing the perimeter, keeping the yard squirrel and bluejay free! What a great dog!
I heard this may be the last two weeks to see the wildflowers around here. I haven't been able to go bluebonnet cruising yet. I hope they hang around just a little while longer, just for me.
Have relatives stopping by for the night. They're in from Tulsa on their way to Galveston to board a ship for a cruise. Cruises don't float my boat, but I'm happy for them. I have some sweet cuts of beef for the grill as well as some veggies and a huge mushroom to grill for us. Gonna be a feast on the patio later on.
Every time I do this--stay out late, I promise this is the last time! Work related, but very social. We hosted an AVO cigar event last night. Cigars, food, drink, friends, live music and singers. We made a cupla bucks, we did alright. I got home at 5:15 a.m.
Am I too old for this shit> I think not! So as I walk down the hallway after 2 hours of sleep (because I cannot sleep), I see in my mind those 3 little Kellogg cereal bastards, Snap, Crackle & Pop, and hear their voices cry out in my bones.
I'm sitting here typing, smoking a Zino Classic cigar and sipping a Blue Sapphire martini (3 garlic stuffed queen olives), just because I can. Well, that, and because I want to. I'm inside at the moment. Yes, that's right! I'm smoking a cigar inside my house, my abode, my castle.
While typing this sentence, probably some where in the count of 400 people were murdered or killed. Someone in "Paki-Arabia" just blew themselves and 20 others up with a bomb.
Somewhere a car crossed the median at a speed over 60 mph and killed a father, mother and 3 children. The drunk driver survived.
Somewhere an old fart that's been a 2 pack a day smoker all their life, died of cancer.
Somewhere a dimwit liberal judge or parole board let a sex offender free just 36 hours before he raped and killed another little girl.
Yesterday a broker at Goldman Sachs made 1 billion dollars through fraud, at a cost of 1 billion dollars to some stock buyers. Goldman Sachs and the FTC knew about it.
War is legal. Liquor is legal. Tobacco is legal. The legal system is screwed up. And Wall Street has the run of the place.
Do you get the feeling that as long as there is a profit to be made, events like that will just keep on happening? Greed. That's what should be stamped and printed on money. Keep In God We Trust. Just add, Greed Is Good.
Today is April 20. That's 4-20 to you. If they could regulate it and tax the hell out of it, if they could profit from it, it would be legal. I don't have any. That's why I'm drinking a legal killer and smoking a legal killer in a world where killing is legal as long as there is a profit to be made by a few greedy people.
Other than all that bad shit, things are going pretty good. One cannot overdose on Ranch dressing and Hostess Twinkies.
There is a faint breeze tonight and even the bugs are silent. It's so quiet I can hear the tobacco of my cigar burn as I take a draw. My seven foot high patio cover is filling up with discarded smoke from my stogie. The temperature is moderate, my whiskey glass is barely sweating. Another drink.
I sit on my patio, not to solve the world's problems, but to contemplate them. They never do get resolved. They are much too big to be in my realm of expertise. But today's situations do have me worried. For me, I do not see a way out. I'm not crying doom or woe is me. And I have not accepted this ill fate already. But the times are indeed dismal.
I have thought this before: I am happy, no, I am content, that my parents are not here to live this. Mind you, I am not happy they have passed, hell, I'm not that pathetic a person! But I would not want them to be pressed by today's local or world events. I think because I would feel useless to protect them from it.
And from there, I think of my children and their children. What will they do, how will they cope? What do I have to give them that will help them make it?
I know a few millionaires, and except for the occasional limp, they have a spring in their step most days. Their talk is never about concerns for the future unless it's about money and investments or the wacky state of affairs of this governments policies and how it affects the market. Never about quality of life at Harvard or Rice. I think if I mentioned a phrase like "week to week paycheck" I would get a quizzical look from them.
I have it better than most, I suppose. But I am at a loss for what the future will be if this world continues this way.
I took a drive to the beach today. And even though it was a weekend, there was only a few trucks scattered up and down the sand. Most times, especially the drier, summer months, you're gonna need a 4x4 to get on this beach. That helps to keep the amateurs away, but the idiots never fear. Today, the recent rains had packed the sand hard enough that a Ford Pinto could gain access.
The surface water temp was about 66 degrees, still too cold for me, and the waves they were-a-rolling! It sprinkled a bit, and with the wind of about 15-20 mph, it was at times chilly. Air temp was 65ish. Heavily overcast day.
It was my new friends first trip ever to the beach and he was a bit put off. He has about a month to step up his game though. He will be a salty dog this summer!
I finished the over range microwave installation, and I have the metal cuts to prove it! Funny thing--when you follow instructions, it works out. The tough part is understanding the instructions.
I bought the microwave at Lowes. At home, I read the outside of the box, set it the suggested way and started opening it. Styrofoam braces removed, the oven was wrapped in a thick plastic sheet. Tug on that and the unit slides out easily. Cut the tape on the bag, remove it, set the oven upright.
First thing you do then is open the door, right? Inside is a plastic wrapped set of instructions and an owners manual. Open that plastic envelope and right there, on top, is an instruction sheet telling the purchaser the correct way to open the box and remove the microwave! Inside. the. microwave. Was I supposed to Houdini that envelope? Isn't that like putting on a condom after the deed is done? I mean basically, you take your chances. But the end result is that whatever happens, you're fucked.
I won't be doing anymore inside jobs any too soon. The next few weeks will be outside work.
But right now, it's Thursday morning and soon I'll be walking into the bay for some fishing down Galveston way, prolly Christmas Bay.
I'm attempting to install an over the range microwave today. It is my aim, my desire, to not rig this thing. I would like it to look as if a professional installed it. We'll see. I put a Big Wheel together once for my son about 63 years a go and thought it was gonna kill me. It doesn't matter what the item to be assembled is, there is some wise-ass engineer that jerks to be a mystery novelist that writes those put-it-together instructions.
The pisser on this microwave retro fit is the duct work and power connection. I'm gonna do the duct work first so I'll have something to feel good about before I blow the house up connecting the juice.
Throwing a birthday party for my youngest daughter today. I've got redfish from the gulf coast I'm gonna blacken in an iron skillet. I made two batches of hush puppies, one with minced onions and one with corn niblets...both should be delicious. I have bacon wraps-- shrimp/jalapeno/cream cheese! And of course, french fries. Forty-eight beers are chilling in the fridge. I bought a cheese cake for dessert. It's gonna be a lot of work, but worth it.
I did all I could on the microwave today. It'll get done sometime this week.
The party went well. Good food and family. Cigars and drink. Heavy sleep will follow soon.
wasn't it? You probably didn't notice I had left. Now I'm back.
I looked down my blogroll, checked some out. Looks like things haven't changed that much, and that's good! It's a good feeling to know everyone is still intact and egotistical enough to still be trying to tell the whole world what's going on in their world. And being an egoist myself, it was also a good feeling to see I'm still on blogrolls. I was all tingly and shit. Goosebumps.
I realize I'm way out on the gossip though. do I want to know? Nah. Well, yeah, I kinda do. If it's real good stuff.
That damn Catfish doesn't have me rolled. Now that hurts.
Well, it has been a while. I've thought about posting many times but, the time has slipped by, and it was faster than I was. I missed being here. So once again, I'm making an attempt to write about what's been on my mind. I would like it to be a regular event for me.
I'm sure everyone has been in a similar state of affairs for about a year or so now. It's been tough, hasn't it? Things change and we have to change to survive. I haven't enjoyed all the changes, some I've been forced to accept, such as health. And wealth, and how it escapes.
Some changes make us better. Time will tell if I'm better, but I feel I am. I hope you are.
My family is doing well. I still love fishing, and that's about to start and be a frequent activity around here. It's still kinda cold for my liking, but I know the heat is coming. I love it.
I'm growing 'maters and squash, some cukes. I'm putting some jalapeno seeds in the ground tomorrow morning. We had a pretty good freeze this past winter - good for killing the pesty mosquitoes, but I lost a few plants that just weren't able to handle the cold.
Well, I'm gonna look over my blogroll, check up on some of the usual suspects, see what's been going on.
I'll tell you this. My typepad service has changed and I haven't kept up with those changes. I might have to practice on y'all with a few posts before I get this blogging thing down again.