Apparently the Temple University experiment is over already. We took the younger boy down there eight days ago, and last night they “paused” in-person classes for two weeks. So… we’re bringing him back home. Good stuff. I’m glad we burned so many anxiety calories on that crap.
Yesterday a woman at work, whose first language is not English, said to me, “I haven’t seen you all morning. And you’re so big! How could I miss you?!” So, there you go.
Today at 7:40 am there was an impossible godawful racket outside that woke me up. After urinating furiously, I went downstairs and gave Toney the international sign for “WTF?” (hands extended, palms up), and she told me somebody’s apparently building an extension onto their house nearby. It wasn’t even 8 am! It sounded like they were trying to saw the garage off — just some kind of crazy, incessant screeching grindage. What in the pop and lock shit is going on?! Not everybody works 9 to 5, assholes. Annoying.
I’ve been listening to Bob Seger all morning. It’s an unusual choice for me, but I’m enjoying it. I’m currently playing Night Moves, which came out in 1976. I don’t think I’ve listened to the entire album since… maybe 1982 or 1983? It’s scratching some kind of primal itch.
In the latest episode of the podcast I talk about a K-Mart-like store in my hometown where my friends and I engaged in much jackassery, back during the days when Night Moves and Stranger In Town were new releases. Check it out here.
I took Thursday and Friday off from work, and Monday is a holiday. So… I just have to survive through Wednesday and I’ll have a big honkin’ five days off in a row. Also, our 27th wedding anniversary falls in there somewhere, during those five days. Twenty-seven years! That seems crazy to me. We were married by a judge who had a radio show in Atlanta, threw the best party of all-time that night at Swissotel, and spent a week in San Francisco. Now? I’m just bitching all the time, getting insulted for my impossible-to-missness, and singing along to “Betty Lou’s Getting Out Tonight.”
And by the way… Betty Lou. What a tramp! She’s getting “out,” which conjures some questions right out of the box. So to speak. And the mere rumor of it has caused the poor druggist to go insane? He finally had to up and close the store? Man, that’s some world-class looseness, right there. Godspeed, Betty Lou. Crank it up!
I’m strongly considering Chinese carryout for lunch. I think I’m going with L14, beef and broccoli. The sauce they use is delicious. What are you having for lunch? Or what did you have, if it’s in the rear view mirror as you read this? Tell us all about it, won’t you? It’s of utmost importance.
I’ll see you guys again soon.
Have yourselves a great day!
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Working nights again tonite (night #4) so lunch when I woke up at 12:30 was blueberry Cheerios and milk.
Try the lyrics to Fire Down Below.
Would that K-Mart-like store be the Dunbar Hills by any chance ? I committed lots of dumbassery over at the Patrick Street K-Matt and the Heck’s across the Kanawha as they were a little closer to the ‘Ville.
I had roast beef on rye with (crappy) lettuce, mayo and black pepper.
I feel bad for your son, Jeff. In fact I feel sorry for all school kids/people. What a goddamn whirlwind trying to stay focused. I know I wouldn’t be able to with all the constant changes.
I haven’t had Chinese food in an impossibly long time. The really good place closed and the other decent place is a bit of a drive. I’m very close to giving in and going out of my way because the craving is getting out of control. I NEED pork fried rice.
Baked beans and mac n cheese was on the lunch menu for today. No complaints except that 3.5 hours later I’m hungry again. Carbs don’t stick around long.
The whole college situation is completely unfortunate. Around here it’s clear that dumbassery is in style, given that students are throwing huge parties off campus after being subject to the rules and regulations that come with on-campus doings. Nobody’s going to stop COVID when there are hundreds of horny college students around.
I used to hear a lot of sawing and grinding somewhere not too far from me. I often wondered what that was about. I am guessing someone was running some sort of wood working deal in their garage. It stopped once school was out in May.
Lunch was a turkey sandwich and since it’s tomato season….a whole tomato and a brownie for dessert.
School and Covid is such a mess. We live near a town that has a university. Covid wasn’t too bad in the area until it started; now the numbers are climbing daily. My grandson is in college in AL, thankfully not U of AL. The day he moved in two on his dorm floor had to be quarantined. His school is trying to keep everyone on campus. Not sure how that is supposed to work when a student has a job. Oh, and the school won’t tell them how many on campus have the virus.
MMM tomato season. About the only time I eat bread. Bought a toaster for work and a jar of mayo. Going to pick up some back bacon tomorrow I guess now I need a running plan 🙂
I had a caffeine free diet coke for lunch. I’m wild and crazy like that.
Tom Yum soup from a local Thai restaurant – pretty delish!
Living on Vancouver Island – there is so much produce, I am trying to get it all in during the season. (That has nothing to do with why I had Tom Yum today). Maybe just why my stomach hurts.
I had a lunch worthy of one Neil Breen (think modern day Ed Wood with flashes of the charm Wood sometimes showed.) A literal can of tuna with a bit of 1000 Island dressing and lemon pepper. The sad part is, I actually LOVE plain tuna! Too bad I didn’t make a salad.
This pandemic distance working is really getting to me…
A sammidge from the Harris Tweeter; bring your own mustid. Around here it’s la vida loca, ‘n’ shit.
I don’t know what stir-crazy would be like. Maybe after there’s another death at work, they’ll allow me to work at home. I hope to live long enough to retire, but the current situation makes it less likely. For everyone, of course.
One of my roommates ran a Harris Tweeter in his SpeakerLab K Pentagons in the mid-1970s; it could actually reproduce the sopranino saxophone-generated F#6 on the 21st Century Schizoid Man cut on King Crimson’s In the Court of the Crimson King album. Only young children, a few species of bats, and some badly stoned computer programmers could actually hear it, but it was there.
I didn’t know they’d switched to sandwiches, but I suppose they can get commercial insurance now; we took some pride in throwing uninsurable parties.
John
John
Try my neighbors sometime. Boom cars right outside my bedroom window in the middle of the damn night. Listen, kiddies, just because YOU don’t apparently have jobs doesn’t mean the grownups don’t need to get any sleep either.
On the subject of Dunbar Mall….the women’s clothing store was Catherine’s Stout Shop. Rocky’s mom used to call it Fat City. Kroger (Kroger’s) …..they sold Hustler, and other men’s mags there and just had them mixed in with the regular publications. Rocky and I opened several of them, laid them out, and surrounded spread vaginas , framed them, I guess, with Sports Illustrated, Time, Life, etc, so that only the beav would show. We went about the store, and the manager,named Roger, came and apprehended us. He took us to a room upstairs, where he had been watching us through a one way mirror. He said if we ever came back, he would be watching us like a hawk. We were about 12 at the time, so every time I was in there with my mom, I was looking over my shoulder to see if Roger was coming to narc on me to my mom.
Murphy Mart…(Murphy’s) had its share of adventure too. In the cafeteria, we ordered food and after it was served, told the waitress at the counter we didn’t have money to pay for it. She grabbed the burgers from our plates, and turned around and smashed them against the wall. Then went to the back screaming, “I hate this fucking job!” Former MLB player and manager, Tony Larussa, was there one day, when he played for the Charleston Charlies. I was there to get an autograph with my mom. He started blatantly hitting on my mom in front of everyone. Well my mom and I went home and she told my dad. He told me to get in the car and drove me back there to “point this motherfucker out” to him. Sadly, Tony was gone. I might have bumped up in status in school a little if I could have bragged that my dad killed Tony Larussa.
Ha! Great stories. I met Kent Tekulve and Craig Reynolds at Murphy’s, when they were playing for the Charlies. They were both in full uniform and Tekulve looked like he was nine feet tall.
Another good story….during the Bicentennial, Dunbar Mall put up 50 flags , one for each state. Hilarious that one by one they kept getting stolen, despite being high on a standard flagpole.
“Catherine’s Stout Shop”
Good grief. Partner store was Ploughs and other Ladies’ Accessories?
Reheated taco pizza. And two mini cupcakes for dessert, because there shall always be dessert. I believe that is one of the ten commandments, or something.
Yes, I believe the 11th Commandment “Though shall swill sweets”
That’s the Covid-19th commandment.
Germans, who create a word for everything, have coined Coronaspeck – which is “Corona bacon” – for lockdown weight gain.
Limey,
It’s my understanding that die Weltwirtschaft is what goes down the old Badezimmer if you don’t practice die soziale Distanzierung. My German is even rustier than my Latin, and wasn’t pluperfect in the first place, but this much is true: not wearing a mask feels real good, like invading Poland, but it doesn’t pay off in the long run, because eventually some GIs and Tommies and Canucks come along and shove your broken-down Panzers right up your WeltWirtschaft and you end up with a pretty messy case of Götterdämmerung.
jesusmaria, I don’t want to be that guy, that hornier than thou guy who stands during the Anthem because the darkies are kneeling, but poop stories on September 11. It’s not anti-american, it’s just poopy. Lord knows we don’t actually need, at least at this site, more stories about people rushing into collapsing buildings, but poop stories on 9/11 is at the edge of some line I didn’t know existed until I saw the title. I don’t have the money to actually listen — what am I, the Monopoly top hat guy? — nor sufficient gastro intestinal juices to last the half hour, and I know people like poop stories, just as people like Taylor Swift: god bless them all. And anybody suspecting that I’m actually just seeing if I can get anybody else to type into this dead link has possibly been noticing my periodic posts over the last decade and a half.
jesusmaria,
johnthebasket
. . . and Limey, I tried some of that Corona bacon — just a speck — and gained four pounds. That stuff really works.
jtb
Speck is one of Nature’s perfect foods.