I can tell it’s Sunday as when I turn on the stereo in the kitchen, it’s playing Casey Kassom and countdown of top 40 eighties hits on this day whenever. The station is immediately changed to the so called classic rock station out of SA…snicker. I have to change that station too whenever they play Bohemian Rhapsody or Journey, which means I have to change it back a lot. Sometimes, both stations are playing something at the same time that I cannot stand, so it’s country and western time or classical for a while.
I have rediscovered Pandora…the only bad thing is it eats up my 22G of data through my phone. I suppose I could go with the unlimited data plan for a few bucks more, but they still have the balls to limit my speed after 22G…rat bastards.
It feels like winter has settled in here…even though it’s not technically winter yet. The overnight lows hover at freezing and daytime temps in the forties and fifties.
The wife arrived home safe and sound yesterday afternoon. I am realizing that I missed her presence. Her r/a specialist in Ft Worth told her she was changing medications due to the frequency of her UTI problems. The doc said if this continued, she would end up hospitalized with sepsis. That’s bad.
She arrived with gifts; a giant coffee mug that I’ll find harder to tip over than the other, and a set of LED lit desktop Christmas trees…that didn’t work as the watch batteries were I guess down. They’re supposed to change colors too…better break out the ganja. I am easily entertained under certain conditions.
I saw a six point buck the other day drinking from our water. The buck itself was rather small, and that’s typical for this region.
My blood sugar was 123 this morning…again, the lowest ever since I’ve been checking. It’s cutting out all that snack stuff while late night TV watching that is allowing it to drop compared to 180. BP was 112/70. I’m gonna keep a log of these to present to the doc on my next visit.
I was reading over at David Drake’s Place about his nightmare in mall shopping…I feel your pain. I cannot for the life of me remember the last time I was in a mall or Wal-Mart.
I shop almost exclusively online now. Wal-Mart will frequently offer free shipping if one spends over $35; and one can wait. I never buy anything online for which I pay shipping. Consequently, I have a mountain of shipping boxes to break down every now and then for the trash guys.
I am going to pull and old but intact styrofoam ice chest from the bunkhouse later to see if I can prepare it to ship some Holiday Ale to my brother. It’ll have to go inside a bigger box, which I have cut up mostly and sent to the trash pile. Good luck to me on finding one that will work. It will cost a fortune too, as it will require faster than ground shipping to assure that the beer does not get warm, and allow the yeast to begin carbonating again. Maybe I’ll fill the empty spaces in the box with all those crackers that I can no longer eat. That will make room in the bunkhouse freezer for more sirloins.
Looks like it’s doable; six flip top bottles individually wrapped with frozen gel packs in the center between three bottles on each side. I wrapped the bottom and sides of the ice chest with duck tape for some reinforcement. I have plenty of peanuts and more air pillows. I fear that FedEx will yet will attempt to destroy it.
I guess I’ll have to hit the piggy bank for a substantial amount of cash for shipping two or three day..$$$$$. My brother pulled the “It’s OK…I’m just family” card. That usually hits home.
Another trip to town looms on the horizon.
In other news, my wife informed me that her sister is this close to buying a train ticket to come for a “visit”. The train arrives in SA at 10pm which would require
us me to navigate SA at nighttime…NFW. I told the wife if her sister ever “dropped in” I would pack up and drive to Arkansas to “visit” my brother during her visit, promising to lock the deep freeze and change locks on the bunkhouse to cement my point of disagreement.
There’s that anger management thing again.