Chugging away – The deck is finally done. Yesterday, the day after it was complete and the contractor was completely gone, the weather turned iffy. It was cold and windy, so we did the bare minimum. Plants and cushions are out but finishing touches are not. Pictures to come but not today.
Living the life – After eight weeks of contractors, there is peace and quiet. There are no cigarette butts on the patio or piles of wood killing the grass. It was so chaotic. Hard to walk around without moving stuff. My contractor, while he did a great deck, is not neat. He says he focuses on getting the work done rather than waste time cleaning up every day. Whatever.
So, you think your vote doesn’t count – Just this week, we got a final count on a local election vote taken last November. The winner won by five votes. FIVE VOTES! For the mail-in vote you must sign and date the envelope. Some folks (about 200+) forgot to date them. I know how that happens. You prepare your ballot and sign it but decide to date it when you drop it off or mail it. Then oops! You forget to do that. The decision on counting those votes went up to the Supreme Court who said (unanimously) “yes, you have to count those!” My fix would be to eliminate the date entry. The envelope is coded so if you were using a ballot from another election, it would discard that. What other purpose does it serve? The receive date is what counts, not what you write on the envelope. Again, five votes!
Neighbors – In the course of my life I’ve had very few neighbors that I would consider great. Most were good neighbors, minding their business and keeping their property clean but I had three who were super neighbors. You know, the kind that sneak a strawberry pie on your patio before you get home from work. I have one now. I get so much useful information from her (no strawberry pie though). Last week she shared her “yard guy” with me. OMG! He’s reasonable; works fast; and is drop dead gorgeous. How could I be so lucky?
Sadly – We’ve seen some friends lately and they have aged. I’m not talking about gray hair and wrinkles. I’m talking about synapses not snapping. Chatter that doesn’t make sense. It’s so sad. Hopefully, I’ll pass on before I get to that point. I wonder if you know you’re talking nonsense?
So how was your week?