Hot and raining, at some point today. Hot now.
Yesterday was both too…
I did my auction pickup, and arranged for my auction drop off next Monday. That’s a delay in when I wanted to get the stuff out of my place, but it works better for the auctioneer. I’ve got more auction pickups today. One of them is another fridge, that can be set so that top and bottom can be either fridge or freezer. Pretty cool. Might flip it. Might keep it. Haven’t decided. Seems a bit like overkill. But since there is no such thing*… I must be wrong.
Hurricane season is (maybe) offering us a glimpse of the future. Gaylord or Gaspacho, or Gazprom, or something anyway is headed right for us. Supposed to just be a warm up storm. Just a bit of a reminder to replenish any supplies used up during the lockdown and top up the preps for the season. Just a warm up, the real storms are yet to come.
Random thought, I miss having a calendar blotter on my desk. I’ve got a couple of sheets of paper that I jot notes on, but I just realized that what I really want is the blotter I used to have. I miss my old paper schedulers too. I used to go through them every couple of years and remind myself what I accomplished. Just moving the birthdays and anniversaries to the next year’s book forced a review of the year. I spent some time going through my dad’s day books when I cleared out his desk. I really don’t think anyone will be sifting through my google calendar to get a feel for the beginning of my marriage, or the first few vacations with my wife and kids. I can’t imagine them sifting through terabytes of files named like img0056-2020-09-21-1941.jpg either. Most likely none of it will even be readable.
Meanwhile, the march to war continues under the radar, until the smoke from burning espionage darkens the horizon. THEN it seems sudden and reckless. We see only the fin, rarely the shark, sometimes only the ripples in the water. Sometimes we only feel the pressure wave as it passes by. And sometimes, you’re bleeding out from your stump. Bad times are coming. Moderately bad times are already here.
Start building up your reserves. Of what? Everything. Patience and stamina most of all.
* Maxim 37. There is no ‘overkill.’ There is only ‘open fire’ and ‘I need to reload.’
Oh yeah, the title. A song lyric I can’t get out of my head. It probably isn’t what you think, but points to the first one to nail it…