Grab bag

From Anonymous "Wait. Where is the story of the wedding?"

In this particular branch of the Danube Swabians, weddings are a proclamation before God and his people of your intention to live as husband-and-wife for the rest of your lives.

The D.S. also believe that God watches us all the time and we should always say "Yes" when we mean "Yes and "No" when we mean "No" and not embellish. The modern wedding comes across as "Well, I really mean it...this time... See, I brung witnesses even though I had to bribe them with a prime-rib dinner and an open bar."

And even though weddings are a happy time, extravagant celebrations are seen as being very self-centered "Look at me, look at me, look at me!!!!", much like wearing flashy or ostentatious clothing or taking pictures of yourself.

Johnny-trots

The kid I was cutting brush with yesterday came down with a case of the Johnny-trots today. He called and said that he was falling asleep on the toilet.

That seems to be one of the common forms of Covid in the strain that is prevalent locally. Probably a flip-of-the-coin that I get it. I spent 90 minutes in a vehicle with him.

Lovely. Absolutely lovely. And this too will pass. That which does not kill us makes for great blog posts.

Whitmer as Biden's VP?

Chlamydia Harris is a sea-anchor for the Biden campaign. Gavin Sputum adds nothing to the ticket, Biden would carry California as an embalmed corpse. Michigan is still considered a swing state.

Whitmer term-limits out in two years. Ironically, she might be a more solid choice for securing the "Black" vote. Her face has been compared to Michael Jackson's (singer) late-in-life face more than once.

If Biden strokes-out and does a face-plant en-route to ambient temperature, would the VP side of the ticket automatically ratchet up?

Thunder and lightning

We had a lightning storm roll through last night.

Zeus, our German Shepherd never used to be bothered by them. But then Hercules died and Zeus became the senior partner.

I slept part of the night on the couch. With great powers comes great responsibility.

After the storm-front passed through, I returned to my normal sleeping arrangements.

Mrs ERJ woke up later in the night. I must have left the gate to the basement open because that is where he was found.

Annual physical

I have my yearly physical tomorrow. I went in for blood work and had the result mailed to me so I would not go into the physical cold.

By some quirk, the lipids panel was missing from what was mailed to me.

All of the out-of-range items had explainable causes. I have a genetic condition where my bilirubin is high which explains my stylish yellow-green complexion. I also have slightly higher levels of some enzymes related to bone growth, undoubtedly due to my accident two years ago. And for some reason, my monocytes have been just a freckle above the normal range.

Of course, if I feel ill tomorrow, I will ask for a reschedule of my physical. I do not what to make the Old Curmudgeon sick. He is good people.

Roger is a genius

Roger is a reader who comments fairly frequently. He has been a carpenter for 40 years and lived/worked in the mid-Atlantic and on the West Coast.

Off-and-on he owned rental property. Disgusted by how long it took the legal system to boot bad tenants, he figured out a way to "encourage" bad tenants to find housing elsewhere.

He keeps the water-bill in his name. When the tenant starts trashing the house or giving him hard-luck stories instead of the full rental payment, he turns off the water.

Let's read between the lines. He might go to the Board of Water and Light and direct them to turn off the water. They might get to it in a week. The tenant might see them doing it and convince them to stop.

OR, maybe  Roger has a sillcock key and knows where the shut-off valve is. Sometimes it is part of the meter. At mom-and-dads, there was a bronze trap-door cast into the concrete of the sidewalk. Maybe Roger puts in his order to shut off the water and when the crew shows up...days...weeks later they find it is already shut-off.

You cannot do that with electricity (the other major utility) unless you are an electrician. But you don't need to be a plumber or pipefitter to turn a sillcock key.

Roger, you are a genius!!!!