See, I told you I was weather obsessed.
If you can stand the 1 zillion ads, here’s an interesting article about music and grammar. Before you think I’m a complete shrew, I should point out that I once spelled Grammar as “Grammer” on my 9th grade Grammar book. Talk about feeling like an idiot…I couldn’t even pretend that I was being amusing. It was just stupid.
Last year, as you may remember, there was a drought. Yes, I’m obsessed with weather topics today. Anyhoo, the drought started to break while we were on vacation. At the beach. We waited all year to go to the beach and it rained 5 or 6 days of the 7 days we were there. I’m going to go out on a limb and say it will probably do the same this year…just 2 days of sun is really all that I need. Ok, I’ll take 4 but I don’t want to sound greedy.
With all that said here are some amazing beach pictures…actually all his photos are amazing.
Here’s an opinion piece from the NY Times about the miserable weather the East Coast has been experiencing this summer. Yesterday the weatherman said a slight/slim chance of a storm cropping up and guess what happened–a freaking monsoon hit.
Today the sun was actually out when I woke up. It is already gone and it is only 10am. Our average annual rainfall is 42.5 inches (according to the Virginia State Climatology Office). I heard about 2-3 weeks ago that we’re over 55 inches so far this year. Quack, Quack, Quack.
I am admitting defeat at the hands of Darwin. I just can’t read The Origin of Species. It is too dense and plodding and boring. The man had no problem with the majority of his sentences containing 50 words and as many commas. I guess I’ll perish soon since I couldn’t adapt.
The florescent light over our kitchen sink died months ago so we got another one just like it only it was supposed to be a quick-light model. We installed it and after a big puff of smoke the light worked. Since then it has taken longer and longer to turn on–up to a minute. That’s ridiculous and we decided to get another fixture. That one didn’t work at all.
Now we have a good old fuel eating incandescent fixture but there’s no clear way to attach the canopy to the ceiling…the thing that covers up the electrical box in the ceiling. It is like parts are missing only there’s no way to tell if parts are missing or if there is a magic incantation to chant during installation because the instructions are horrible. Here’s an example: turn off breaker; attach white wire to white service wire; attach black wire to black service wire; install a light bulb; turn on power. Well, duh.
What ever happened to clear instructions? The old joke about men never reading instructions can be turned on its ear because no one reads them ever because they are worthless.
Elvis is dead, believe or not–he’s not at the Quickie Mart….August 16, 1977. I’m sure the line at Graceland is insane today. Did you hear that someone is opening a cemetery near his birthplace in Tupelo so the faithful can be buried close to their king?
Several years ago I came home in the summer to no electricity. I could see that neighbors had their lights on and since I knew the bills had been paid I couldn’t figure out why we didn’t have power. I called the power company and they dispatched some guys—several hours later. They walked back through the woods with their flashlights and a long pole. The lights came back on and they told me a squirrel had fried itself at our pole and flipped the switch. What if the East Coast/Ohio/Michigan blackout was caused by an errant squirrel?
I’ve paid all the bills through early September. Ahh….know what that means? That there is less than 10 days before we leave on vacation. YES.
Here are some interesting articles-
religion in the US
summer in Montana
They don’t really relate at all but I thought both were well written and the Montana story was nearly beautiful.
It is terrible. France estimates that 3000 people have died as a result of the extreme temperatures. I am truly sorry. BUT, my eyes roll. An epidemic is related to disease not the fact that you don’t have an air conditioner.
I know this isn’t exactly riveting reading, but at least I’m actually doing the writing. Here’s an interesting article in the NY Times about politicians and their blogs–just another way that boomers have taken over-gack.
Yesterday I went with my sister and our mother and our mother’s friends to Williamsburg for some outlet shopping. I stopped at BJ’s to get some gas before making the trip. When I reported this to the better-half he asked if the GG were in my way, as they usually are. GG? Greatest Generation–a moniker that digs way down deep under my skin and plucks every last one of my nerves. Who says? Tom Brokaw? Screw that. How can one group of people be the greatest ever? Thanks from Generation X. First we were reviled with the term “slacker” and then “apathetic” and now we have to hear about how a generation is the Greatest. I haven’t actually met any slackers in my age group so I’m not really sure where that came from except perhaps that movie with the same name. Who cares…not me (sarcastic laughter inserted here).
The exciting part of the trip, outside of some really good deals, was that my sister and I set off the car alarm and I had no idea how to get it to turn off. At least the alarm works. One of my mother’s friends had to tell me how to turn it off…I was seriously thinking of ripping out the battery. Chagrin.
I had some insomnia last night (I’m evidently in the midst of my summer-time insomnia) and ended up watching not one but 2 partial episodes of Queer Eye. I was as disgusted as the boys by the state of the 2 apartments. NASTY. Note to self (and anyone else): if a TV crew is coming to your house clean up your place. There were dishes in the sink, newspapers everywhere and one of the bathtubs was black from the mold. It was nasty and each of the catty comments the boys made was dead on. Disgusting.
