Going to Mom and Dad’s for ribs today. I plan to have a look at my hunting ground. Probably going to turkey hunt, the season starts tomorrow. Also, need to rebuild my shack for the next deer season. Last season, when it rained, I got pretty wet. The roof is leaking bad. It’s past time the shack got rebuilt.
I’m not entirely sure what the purpose of this thing is. I “think” it’s a sort of battery that assures the sub pump stays in operation if the power gets knocked out. Usually when the power gets knocked out and is off for a long time, this thing whistles until I go downstairs and hit the black switch to shut it up.
The whistling is incredibly loud and fills the whole house. It makes me wish my deafness went the other way and low pitched sounds are what I’m sensitive to, instead of high pitched sounds. But that’s not the case. I’m very sensitive to high pitched sounds.
Today, the damn thing has been going off every twenty or thirty minutes. And I have power. I guess because all the frozen rain from the last couple days is melting and my basement has a bit of water, the sub pump is running nonstop.
But the power isn’t out. So, I don’t know why the stupid thing keeps going off. That whistling is very distracting. I’m tired of going downstairs to hit the black switch.
UPDATE:
It hasn’t gone off in a while. I think this truck is why.
I had been searching for a year for something like this. I didn’t really mind what city, but I’m pleased that the one I found is of Detroit. It’s actually a painting, but it looks like a photograph.
The view is from the Renaissance Center. Whoever made this had the same idea I did and went out of their way to make sure the picture showed reflections from the window they’re looking out of.
Since getting it up on the wall, I haven’t been able to stop looking at it.
The blank back wall in my office will not be blank for much longer. I’ve been searching for a year and I finally found a window view that will work for me. It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but it’ll do.
I just placed the order. The picture should arrive in a week or two. It’ll be 36 inches long and 24 inches wide. Can’t wait to get it on my wall.
It started as a means for me to try Carlo Rossi’s Sangria. My friend Megan suggested I try the sangria, but I wasn’t finding it at Kroger where I usually shop. I didn’t want to ask for a ride to Meijer, which is a bit farther away. I made a comment about how it would be easier if I could find a service that would deliver the sangria to my home.
Megan and my cousin Mark told me about Shipt.com and my life is forever changed. Since then, the only time I’m in the grocery store is when I’m tagging along with my dad while he’s shopping.
It’s not that I don’t want to go grocery shopping. In the past, I had very bad social anxiety issues, but my anxiety isn’t so bad anymore and I actually like going out these day. The problem was, there were many times when I wanted to get something from the store and there was no one available to give me a ride.
I had looked for services that would deliver groceries, but none of them operated in Lapeer. I didn’t expect Shipt would either. But they do and they’ve been delivering my groceries since December. It costs more than it would if I was going to the grocery store and doing my own shopping, but for me, it’s worth it.
I was tired of asking for rides and waiting until someone was available. Sometimes it would be days before anyone could take me. So, Shipt has made my life easier.
I’ve been on the fence about whether I’m ready to crawl out from under my rock and get back into blogging daily about whatever random thing happens to be on my mind. I don’t feel ready. My long withdrawal has me feeling like I’m climbing a steep hill just to write this entry. Chances are, once I post the entry, I’ll then want to take it down and crawl back under my rock.
“So, Wob, how’s stuff?”
I’m glad you asked. Stuff has been, meh. Usually when people ask me that sort of question, including “How are you?” I just shrug because I don’t fucking know. I don’t like to say “Good!” unless it feels entirely true, and don’t like to say “Bad!” for the same reason. I’m usually in the middle of good and bad, But to say “In between” would just confuse people and to explain beyond that might get too wordy.
“Gweat! So, whatchu been up to, Wob?”
That’s an easier question to answer. I’ve been doing what I always do. Productivity is up. Been watching The Walking Dead on Sunday nights and I checked out the new series on AMC. The Terror. It’s interesting so far.
“What about Woseanne, huh? They webooted the show.”
I did watch Roseanne last night. Don’t really have any complaints, but I thought the actors were a little rusty. I don’t know what they’ve done since the shows first run ended in 1997, but I had the impression that it’s been a while since any of them had any major acting roles.
Roseanne was one of my favorite shows when I was growing up and I’m pleased that the show was rebooted. It’s like reconnecting with old friends after twenty years. I was surprised when I got on Facebook today and saw posts from left-leaning friends declaring their desire to not watch the show, because they don’t like Roseanne Barr’s positions on political and social issues.
I admit, I didn’t know about Roseanne Barr’s politics until I saw these posts. But after watching last night’s episodes, I thought it would be far right wingers voicing disgust about the show. It’s my understanding that it was Sara Gilbert who put the reboot together, not Roseanne Barr, and I’m under the impression that Gilbert is the one calling the shots, but I could be wrong.
“Wob, what about NCAA Basketball?”
I am following the Madness. Michigan’s in the Final Four, that game will be Saturday night. Very exciting. On the side, baseball is back. The Tigers just finished Spring Training and their first regular season game is tomorrow in Detroit at 1 PM, Vs the Pirates. But the Tigers have a new team this year and it might take time getting used to that.
On January 1, I started a workout program. Every day, I go down to basement and punch my heavy bag and speed bag. It’s not much, I admit. But it seems to be the only exercise I really enjoy. I get bored with most other forms of exercise. I used to have a weight bench and I lifted regularly. After my last hernia, I decided not to lift weights anymore and got rid of the bench.
I had the punching bags for years, but I didn’t use them as much as I should have. Today is January 31 and I just finished my workout, so I have not missed a single day since the new year started.
It’s gotten too easy to complete my workout sessions. So, starting tomorrow, because it’s the beginning of a new month, my workout sessions will last longer. I plan to add more time every month.
I might include a treadmill or exercise bike at some point, but that remains to be seen.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
Cece was one of my favorite teachers. She was very understanding and easy to get along with. I’ve had a few interactions with her on Facebook in recent years. She was only 63.
My friend Megan found an old picture of me in the 1997 Michigan School for the Deaf yearbook. I didn’t know this picture existed. I didn’t get a yearbook that year, nor did I have my class picture taken. Nice to know I was still in the yearbook. Think I look good in this picture.
