Idiot weather man

He gestures to his little screen and tells us our high today was 86*F, but our record high for this day is 91*F (set back in....well, whenever it was set).

"As you can see, nowhere near close to that record high."

Are you kidding me?!  That's only a five degree difference.  YES, that's close.  Close enough!

Moron.

Groovy little thing

It can't be a bad day if,
when you deposit money into a vending machine,
and the product begins to roll to the front of the peg to drop off for you to retrieve,

but it becomes stuck...

and just as you begin to realize your dollar is gone

and your nummy little snack is hanging tantalizingly out of reach within,

then the machine recognizes that the item purchased didn't fall to the tray below,

so it tells the little snack-holding armature to roll a little more -

and it does -

and your stuck snack falls to the tray below

along with a second bag!!!!

You know that's karma beginning to make up for something in your past.

Groovy little thing.

High hopes

I had plans on heading down to Detroit to visit with one of my favorite people today, but a phone call from Maria steered me back to the ol' garage.  All of the recent rain managed to make a mess of her drainage, and instead of letting me come anyway and give her a hand cleaning it up (more hands make to lighten the load), she told me to stay away.

: (

So, I sat for about 2.5 hours and looked for work online, plugged away and puttered at a tad bit more cleaning around the house, and then decided to head outside and whack away at some of the UNWANTED volunteer raspberry canes in the front flowerbed.  But, the weather is now spittling - a prelude to the rain forecasters have promised - so I am going to the sewing area and laying out another block of Row C!

Would rather be laughing and cleaning with Maria. [sigh]  'Til next week, M.