No sooner do we get Patty’s car back than our shiny new Windows 11 computer goes belly-up and dies, and all we’ve got left is the old Windows 7 laptop.
This year is killing us. First the hernia, then the refrigerator, then the car, and now the [censored] computer. All we’re missing is a plague of skinwalkers.
I will try my best to do my work today.
But first we’ve got to go to the store. *Sigh*
This weekend we got Patty’s car back from the body shop. You wouldn’t believe your eyes: looked like it just came out of the showroom. What a job they did!
See, the car had only some 20,000 miles on it. For what we would pay to have it repaired, we couldn’t get a used car anywhere near as good.
No, we are not interested in ever getting an electric car. That whole business is a scam. It’s a political program being foisted on us by villains who want to erase our freedom.
When Henry Ford made gas-powered cars available to just about everybody, he practically created the American middle class.
Please let’s not un-create it!
The best our ruling class can do?
Obviously I waded too far and too deep into politics this week, because I had a freakin’ dream about it.
I dreamed John Kerry was the supreme ruler of the country, president for life, and that the day was John Kerry Day, celebration required by law. Make sure they see you celebrating, or else!
Sad but true: there are any number of politicians, presidential wannabes, every bit as horrible as Kerry–it would take all day just to list them. True, not all of them want to help Iran develop nuclear weapons: that’s a Kerry & Obama project. But I can’t believe there’s a Democrat alive who would positively balk at it.
Our country needs rescuing from the Democrat Party. We did not find it, this Election Day.
I pray God to provide it.
Today is Patty’s birthday–my wife, if you’re new here–and I have resorted to a slightly misleading headline in order to attract multitudes of readers.
I’m going to try and stay away from election results today, unless I can find some that deserve celebrating. If you know of any, please share.
I have a call from my editor, she’s been sick, I need to call her back.
A spokesperson for nudists said he/she was glad no nudists were involved.
We ordered some $70 worth of groceries from Whole Foods the other day. In due course, the order was delivered. End of story–well, no. More like the beginning.
Shortly after we’d put away our groceries, we got an email from amazon.com telling us “We were unable to deliver your order”–and therefore we are refunding your payment.
Somebody made a mistake. The order was delivered, all shipshape. Somebody got the address mixed up or something.
Well, you wouldn’t believe how hard we had to work to set it right. Phone this number, phone that one, talk to robots, and to the occasional human being who happened to be present. It took two days to give these people their money back! We hope that goal has finally been achieved. Maybe there’ll be another error somewhere and the bailiffs will break down our door and drag us off to Camp Biden. For a time there we felt like characters in M.R. James’ Casting the Runes: maybe whoever winds up with that money will regret it.
If you’re new to this blog–and I’ve just got to hope that some of you are–you might wonder why I’m not posting any nooze today.
To put it simply, it’s a sanity break. By the time Friday afternoon rolls around, I am noozed out. I know: some of you aren’t. But as for me, if it gets to the point where I know the names of the politicians’ lawyers, I’ve had more than enough. There has to be more to life than this.
Oh, if I were to stumble over some startling piece of good news, sure, I’d report that. I wish it would happen more often.
As for the bad news… Either your head’s gotta give or the brick wall’s gotta give. Elisha, show me God’s army!
But in the meantime–
How about a hymn request or two? Or a Bible study topic? Later we’ll have Oy, Rodney, because a wholesome laugh is the gift of God. (Yes, we are doing God’s work if we can make each other merry!)
Oh, look at this–the sun came out! I think I’ll take an hour off to enjoy it.
[P.S.–According to my Official Step Counter, I’m still in bed. *Sigh* That doesn’t work, either.]
We have just come back from taking Patty’s car to a body shop: major repairs required. Don’t blame me for not being on my game today. Robbie was sick this morning but seems all right now.
But the focus of this post is our neighbor, Josh. He’s a car guy, really knows his stuff, and has gone way out of his way to help us. I don’t know what we’d do without him. It’s his friend’s body shop and Josh is sure they’ll do a good job.
We’ve been here 46 years and never had a better neighbor. (He’s also a security guard, and he keeps an eye on things around here. Don’t even think about going into our parking lot for mischief.) I thanked him today the best I could, but all he said was, “It’s no big deal, my father taught me to respect my elders.” I’m not in the habit of thinking of myself as an elder, but heck–this man’s worth his weight in gold. It was a good day for us when he moved in next door.
Josh, your daddy taught you well. And your little daughter is blessed to have you for her father.
Hooray! Huzzah! I’ve never been so happy in all my life to see a bunch of cat poop in the litter box. Robbie managed it this morning. Now if we could just get her to eat more, we should be home free. Thank you, Jesus! And thanks, everyone, for your prayers.
Yes, I’m running late. We had to go grocery shopping and then pick up Patty’s car, which now has a new transmission. It still needs some body work, but now at least it won’t fall apart if she drives it.
I also took advantage of the sunny weather to write another little bit of Ozias, Prince Enthroned. I doubt it’s possible to finish it this year, so I’ll just go as far as I can until the winter shuts me down. After all, I have two earlier books awaiting publication–Oceans of Time, and Ozias, Prince in Peril.
So far, today is just the kind of good day we’ve been needing.
I hope yours is, too.
I wish I could go back to bed.
The doctor says our cat is pretty much okay–but she sure isn’t acting like she’s pretty much okay. We are puzzled and worried.
Gotta pick up Patty’s prescription.
I was going to get back to work on my book, but that was before I realized I hadn’t yet written my Newswithviews piece for the week. And I have no idea what to write about. The nooze is just depressing me. And it’s hard to focus when all this other stuff is going on. How do you pick just one aspect of this mess to write about?
At least it’s not raining. Let’s set up outside and see if we can write a column.
Robbie as a young cat
I was at the vet’s for two hours yesterday while they tested this and tested that. This vet has been Robbie’s doctor for several years, so she should know what’s what.
Well, she didn’t think our cat was all that sick. Coulda fooled us! We were afraid she was dying. A bit of pain killer will supposedly do the trick. We are left wondering what the hell is going on.
I don’t feel like I’m heading into this day with a full tank of gas…