The moon is in one of those negative positions. Little things! Our kitchen oven puked (to use Grasshopper No.5’s colorful description). We paid for a “service man” to tell us we can’t get parts. I guess it is too much to expect an appliance to last more than 20 years.
Our vacuum cleaner “quit”.
Lots and lots of more little “sh–“.
Alas, I found a penny this morning (face up which means someone is watching over me). Help must be on the way.
A friend found a dime yesterday and after hearing my sad “woes”, offered it to me to defray expenses. It’ll be a big help.
I think the sting of winter is gone. I’ve been amazed at the new terminology describing bad conditions. There is the “Sascatuwan Screamer” and “Alberta Clipper” that blow in from Canada. The “Pineapple Express” is a storm hitting California from the direction of Hawaii. Did I mention “Polar Vortex’s” and “Bomb Genesis” describing rapidly dropping barametric pressure. Mix all that in with advisories, warnings and constant wind chill warnings and you have a steady barrage of depressing news. We didn’t have all the alarms when I was growing up.
I see the Cellcom marathon is being run in Green Bay tomorrow. I don’t know if daughter-in-law Jenny is running or not. At “press time”, the indication was “no”.
Love,
Dad