Author: David

Over-educated Curmudgeon, Bit-Bucket Tuner and Budding Brewmeister.
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Recovery

July has been a month of pesky health issues. My Wonder Woman is still recovering from respiratory and ear problems that completely sidelined her for three weeks.  During that same time, I managed to get a contact rash (I’ve identified the plant I foolishly did NOT wear gloves to deal with) that I, urm, transferred to rather sensitive places—inflammation and even fever with LOADS of swelling, and NOT in a good way. *smh*

As soon as that abated just a wee bit, I seemed to contract what my Wonder Woman had been battling. Fortunately, we already had a plan to deal with that based on her experience, and I have been able to carefully reinstate the exercise program I had re-re-re-started. *heh*

Today: 45 minutes of sustained yardwork (string trimmer and chainsaw in 90°+ heat). Waxed my butt, but. . . 161 BPM and 96 O2 levels. 30 minutes’ recovery: 113 BPM and same O2 level. BP 134/67 (pre-meds).

I can live with that, for now. Don’t know how it would have played out if sleep had been better last night, though. (AC conked out. Sweaty time “paying my water bill” in the middle of the night, and sleep lost getting back to it. ¯\_(”/)_/¯  oh, well 😉 ).

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Probably Won’t Do This, butt. . .

Saw Aussie Lap Puppy licking my Wonder Woman’s cat’s butt again, and thought, “Hey! Could save $$ on toilet paper if. . . ” Nah. While it would be a $$-saver, I just think. . . nah. After all, I have enough problems with his “cat-butt tongue kisses” already.

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I DGARA

Under “use it or lose it,” because we have not been using a particular CC, the company lowered our credit limit. *yawn* Let’s see if we can do that with our other CCs, too.

Still “Diamond Preferred,” though (whatever that means).

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That Thing. . .

Title of a chapter in a kind of “cars for dummies” (NOT a part of the “Dummies” books, just a book of that sort—name forever withheld to protect the guilty) that had me put the book down. “The Thing That Makes the Car Work.” Nah, there IS no “thing” that makes a car work. It is a complex machine that requires MANY things.

*meh* Not a harmful book, just a book for REAL dummies.

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Dealing With SuckyInternet(and TV)® Provider

Called to remove one of two cable services subscribed to.

CS: I need to verify your account. (This after referring to me by name.)
C: Why? You already identified my account [by name] from caller ID; you know I called from a number that is registered to the account. What else do you need?
CS: I can verify the account with the serial number of one of your devices.
C: ?!? Specify “device.” Which of the fifteen connected devices are you referring to?
CS: [Mentions the ONLY device my network allows them to see]

Downhill from there. But at least it finally got done. Probably. Maybe,

Until just last month, the only other –semi-legit– Internet service has been our local baling wire and chewing gum telco’s “DSL.” Yeh, I watched ’em try to hook up their “fiber” line to our POTS service a few years ago. No. Completely outside standards. Crappy phone service anyway. Dropped their POTS.

Looks like I need to take down a couple of trees [junk elms I do not want, anyway) to effect best placement for a Starlink setup. Then I can cancel EVERYTHING with SuckyInternetCompany®.

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Government Regulation

Government regulation may reduce some risks, but it always makes innovation more difficult, at the very least.

Orville Wright did not have a pilot’s license.

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Appropriate Attire ;-)

So. . . my “summer weight” Propper™ pants aren’t really. Summer weight, that is, at least when the humidity is as high as it is. Trading out for a cheaper pair of pants that are cheaper primarily because the fabric is so thin. Yeh, not great work pants (and four pockets short of the 12 pockets in the Propper™ pants), but the light weight and breathability make ’em more comfortable to wear for yard work. ¯\_(“/)_/¯ Tradeoffs. Oh, well. (And blue jeans? REAL “sweltering sweat catchers.” Just no. *heh*)

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Updated Nursery Rhyme

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Itsy-bitsy spider crawled up the coffee cup;
Take a sip o’ coffee, slurp the spider up.
Gag and spew the coffee into the spinning fan 
And itsy-bitsy spider crawled up the cup again.

(Based on real life fantasy. #heh)