DH’s car is still at the shop so he and I are still carpooling. When we got home from work today, there was a major change to our yard. We drove up and the front lawn was covered with wood chips and scrap. One landscape area was mown down to the ground. Another area had everything but the azalea removed, and the azalea was cut back so much it may not survive. Then the back yard had brush cut and removed. There’s a large pile of branches laying on the ground back there. The rosemary by the driveway was cut waaaaay back. There is now a big pile of leaves and debris in the driveway that wasn’t there when we left home this morning.
DH & I got out of the car and walked around the yard trying to see what exactly was done and wondering what the hell happened! One of the neighbor’s was in his driveway and DH went over to ask him if he saw what happened to our yard. Evidently there was a fairly large crew that came and worked in the yard. They cut plants down and chipped them and spread the chips over the front lawn. There must have been 3 truckloads of workers here today.
But the kicker is, we didn’t hire ANYONE to work in our yard. We haven’t had anyone else out to work in our yard for over a year. And the person we had hired the last time is still recovering from food poisoning that he came down with on Tuesday. We think that somebody else paid for a lawn company to come out and clean up their yard. And that company was at our house instead of where they should have been, doing stuff that we didn’t set up and removing some plants that we didn’t want removed. We’re going to have to rake up all that chipped wood before it kills off what grass there is in the front yard. This isn’t what we needed to come home to this afternoon.
What is it with June this year? The motorcycle, the laptop, and now the wisdom tooth.
I had my last wisdom tooth out this afternoon. The first two came out 22?!? years ago. Then the dentist said he was going to wait until the other two didn’t have to be cut out of my mouth, so the third one came out about 6 or 7 years ago. It was coming in sideways and cutting into my cheek. I was pleased to have it out.
Actually, I’m pretty glad to have the last one out. It was coming in sideways too, and starting to rip up the inside of my other cheek. It took longer for all the anesthetic to take effect than it took for the dentist to pop the tooth out of my jaw. I’m more than willing to wait for it. It was an upper wisdom tooth. My dentist was only partly joking when he said that the root went up to the eye socket. I’m going to wait for all that anethetic to take effect!
But my mouth is now sore and the local anesthetic is wearing off. I’ve picked up the antibiotic and painkillers that were prescribed for me. Whee, more drugs. Ain’t my normal thing, but tooth extractions are not my normal thing either. I only have a couple of days of the painkiller, but the antibiotics are a full course. Gaping holes in your mouth are not good things, except for special effects. 😉
Thank goodness for modern dentistry. It makes these things so much easier!
Its dead, Jim.
And there are some interesting things that have come to light. With it not being under warranty, and the HP tech not able to do anything other than say send it in for more money, I had someone look at the guts of the machine to see if any of the cards had just wiggled loose. Nope, the RAM was firmly in its place. But wait, that’s a 256 M of RAM. How the hell was XP running on 256? I thought I had at least 512, if not a full gig of ram whenI purchased the laptop? I did know enough about the machine requirements of the software that I wouldn’t have purchased a laptop with that little RAM.
And the hard drive. When he pulled the drive out of he case, it said it was a 60 gig drive. I could have sworn we purchased an 80 gig hard drive, not a 60 gig drive. I knew that I was going to be using the laptop for my business stuff, with the website and pictures. I’ve got some major cognitive dissonance with my perception of my laptop and what was on it when we got into it. I’m going to be doing some digging to find out what I actually purchased. If what I actually purchased was not what was in it when it was returned from the service call, I’m not going to be a happy camper.
what the previous weirdness was, I found the BLITEOTW site late Wednesday night. It was a blog site that started the zombipocalypse idea. The main idea of the thing was to have everybody who wanted to participate blog all day about zombies taking over their corner of the world. And as I have a bit of haunted house experience, that was just too fun and silly not to take up. I just hate that I didn’t find out about it until too late in the day to take real advantage of the entire meme. There are some really great blogs out there linked to the site with fantastic setups that are really great writing. They set up the situations very plausibly and keep up very real seeming situations. I need to find and post some of the links to the bloggers whose stories were the best.
Man, when they say that the crazies come out to Wal-Mart, they aren’t kidding! Obviously there’s not much to do in rural areas, but this was ridiculous. I had errands to run south of town, so as I was driving back up the highway past a Wal-Mart parking lot, I couldn’t help but see how full it was. There were banners up for the Grand Opening. And it looked like everyone from the 3 surrounding counties were there with their SUVs parked. But the weirdest part was the crowd in the parking lot. Over in the area near the garden center was a group of about 50 to 75 people, just ambling in a confused mob. They looked a mess, even from the distance of the highway. I was stopped at the traffic light there, and it was just an odd vibe that the group gave off. A few of them started headed toward the highway, but the lights changed and I headed home.
Now some folks who aren’t familiar are starting to walk through the neighborhood. Its another odd thing for this late tonight.
For some reason, I can’t post from some places. So my posting is going to be sporadic right now. My laptop is about to be sent off for service and so life is going to be very entertaining for a bit. Thanks for your indulgence while this craziness goes on.
Ok. I found anther “life is weirder than fiction” entry on the web.
Check it out, Hello Kitty wine. Not to mention the New Zealand Cat’s Pee on A Gooseberry Bush Sauvignon Blanc. And I thought the Monty Python Black Sheep Ale was a bit off.
I’m enjoying my Woodchuck Raspberry Cider that we got in Lafayette, LA. I’m just hoping that the stores here in Birmingham will start to carry it soon.
It was a weird weekend. DH ended up travelling overnight Saturday, even though he really didn’t want to do that. I was here with the cats. It wasn’t the same, Marcus kitty doesn’t snore nearly as loudly. My brother was able to help us out and get the zone alarm on DH’s computer straightened out. I couldn’t get it re-set up. There had been a True Vector problem. Some old files had gotten corrupted, and I couldn’t find them to get them cleaned up and re installed. Bleh. Some days I’m very ready to chunk the computers out the window as bricks.
DH is back and we went to a local Mexican Restaurant for dinner. Frozen margaritas are good things. That was a nice end to the weekend.
OK, now it is reaching the ridiculous here. In the state of Alabama, if there is the remotest chance of frozen precipitation, people panic. And they are panicking right now. The local news shows are broadcasting their versions of the panic buttons and their lists of closings and postponed openings for the morning. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it.
Waah! I want some snow to fall here! We haven’t had a measurable snowfall in years! We’ll be waiting longer for snow here, none tonight.
Well, it always takes a couple of days to recover from a Cowboy Mouth show, but this is ridiculous. Of course, Zydeco is a standing room only kinda place. But I’m no longer as young as I used to be, and the smoking others were doing was killing me. I’m just way too sensitive to cigarette smoke and my sinuses are letting me know about it now. 😦
But the show was great! I danced and sang and yelled and laughed and had fun! DH enjoyed the music, but he’s a teacher, and a good one. Good teachers stand to teach, and he’s no exception. The standing room only was not a good thing for him. He trashed his knees when he was in the service, jumping out of airplanes when he was young. So he lets me do the jumping around for him.
Dumpstaphunk was very good too! They did a cool version of CCR’s Fortunate Son. and a number of their own songs, and a James Brown number that I can’t pull the name out of my head right now. After their set, we stepped outside to breath fresh air for a while. Ian Neville came up the steps where we were and I had the opportunity to thank him and shake his hand! Woot! No fangirly squeeing, but a heartfelt thank you for the great music. I will search out Dumpstaphunk again for live music.
Before the doors opened up and the folks who were waiting were allowed into the upstairs part of the building, the crowd were entertained by someone else. This was more along the lines of watching a car wreck, but everyone outside on the steps was amused. There is an apartment building about a half a block west of the club, across the street. The upper floor apartment has several very tall windows. One of those windows didn’t appear to have any blinds, unfortunately. That apartment was lit up better than the club and a guy inside was woring on something on the far wall. Which wouldn’t have been bad, except that he didn’t appear to have any thing on. With all his lights on and the window blinds wide open. The crowd was amused by his actions. More to the point, everyone wanted to call him and get him to close his blinds.
Or a study in random occurences.
One of the tags I like to check out is Books. It is a fascinating look at what other folks may be reading. You never know what you may run across. There are folks who will very eruditely discuss the classics that they are reading or re-reading. There are folks who are propping up furniture with books that reach the specific dimension that are needed. There are folks reading trashy novels, and art books, and detective stories, and everything across the spectrum. Its a never ending surprise to see what is there today.
Did I get the URL’s for these blogs to pass along? Of course not. It figures. Do your own tag surf and see what pops up!
OK, I guess.
Let me back up. My Mom directs weddings occasionally. She’s got a good bit of experience working with people of all ages and pursuading them to co-operate and do what needs to be done, but in a pleasant manner. So a young lady at our church is getting married tomorrow, and had set it up with the priest that Mom would direct the wedding. But she never called Mom to verify it or talk about what she wanted and needed. So yesterday Mom called her to see if she was actually directing the wedding, or just not wanted.
Yes, the wedding is at 11:00AM. Yes, the bridesmaids know to be there at 8:00AM. Yes, the photographer is going to be there at 8:30 to start photos.Yes, her brother is picking up the flowers for the wedding. Does he know that the flowers need to be there in time for photos? She didn’t think about that. Did she want acolytes for the service? She didn’t think about that. If the wedding party has to be there at 8:00 AM, they’ll need something to snack on so they won’t pass out up at the altar during the service. Didn’t think of that either. Are there going to be lay eucharistic ministers for communion during the service? Forgot that too. She and her husband have gone through counseling with the priest, and have gotten a lot of other things lined up. But if she had talked to Mom earlier, she wouldn’t be quite so frazzled now.
So I get a call yesterday to be an acolyte during the service. No problem. I’m not committed elsewhere on Saturday. I was given the time for the rehearsal, and showed up tonight. As we are in the middle of the rehearsal, we get to the point where prayers are read after the vows, and the priest asks if the bride has someone to read them. She doesn’t and so the priest suggests me. He asks me if I want to, and I say it is up to the bride. She oks it, so now I’m reading those prayers. And we start to get to the eucharist portion of the service, and I ask about lay eucharistic ministers. Now, I’m licensed to be a LEM, and since I’m already up at the altar, guess who’s the LEM? You have 3, and the first 2 don’t count. snicker. So I get to be at church in the morning at 10:00AM. Whee!