I noticed an orange line going all the way across the end of my driveway. What is it? I called the DPW and was told it wasn’t something the they did. Orange? They suggested it could be from Verizon or Comcast.
I went back outside to examine the line again. Ah. I know. Too thin for spray paint, and it isn’t chalk. So it must be rust from the snowplow blade.
Update: Further investigation revealed the culprit was none other than my own snow blower.
I meant to post this a few days ago when it was a fresh podcast, but it’s still relevant.
The old gas grill cover tore. They all do that eventually, especially in freezing weather, with the good ones lasting a few years. With a big snow storm forecast for tomorrow night, I wanted to get a new cover. I usually get grill covers at Ocean State Job Lot, but this time I went to Lowe’s, because it’s closer. Lowe’s ended up being a longer distance.
The first cover I bought today was supposed to be the right size, but it was too small. I returned the cover and got a refund. A bigger one of the same type was 15 bucks more, $45 vs. $30, so I bought a cheaper large cover for $25. The size was good, but it didn’t last a minute, because it ripped immediately. Back to Lowe’s I went for another refund and to buy the $45 cover. Tt’s okay, except it doesn’t have the side handles as shown on the box. All I care about is it fits and doesn’t get torn.
So, let’s see. That’s three 9-mile round-trips, for a total of 27 miles, compared to the almost 20-mile round-trip to the Job Lot. Can you tell I couldn’t think of anything else to write about?
Well, nothing, that is, other than Trump and Musk. Why are there kiddie programmers, with no financial system experience or expertise, looking at the Treasury’s payment system, unless they intend to do some coding. To what end?
Ann-Margret had that beat 50 years ago!
I’m originally from the Midwest. My big sister returned there to attend university, and she’s lived there ever since. When her best friend passed away, I was surprised to learn that the woman’s sister lived a thousand miles away, just half a mile from me. After my cancer diagnosis last year, I was further surprised to hear that the nearby sister had exactly the same cancer I did.
We met four times for long talks. First, after my diagnosis; second, after the surgery; third, in the middle of my treatments; finally, while I was recovering. Her cancer was more advanced than mine, and she had been undergoing treatments for eleven years. In between visits we texted words of encouragement.
Her last message was on January 3. She passed away yesterday.
Perhaps my cancer will return and the same fate awaits me. There’s no point in worrying about that now. I’m mourning the death of my new friend.
