After having to scramble to change my St Padrig’s Day menu seeing as it fell on a Friday during Lent and there was no general dispensation regarding not eating meat on Friday it seemed the ‘fun’ I was experiencing since the beginning of 2017 wasn’t due to stop any time soon.
I was woken by a frantic Molly on Saturday morning to a household emergency, seems the sewer line which drains both our kitchen sinks and the ones above us was clogged someplace and what ever they were doing upstairs had resulted in both our kitchen sinks overflowing, flooding the counter and kitchen which meant the carpet in out dining room was also beginning to get wet.
With some rapid bailing out a handy window we were able to get ahead of the flooding until the maintenance folk arrived some 45 minutes after my frantic call. As this was going on I discovered my case of eye strain was back again this time with a vengeance. This meant that after spending much of the day cleaning washing and mopping the kitchen in between people showing up to carpet shampoo the area of dining room rug which had gotten wet and suck all the water out of it that I couldn’t go to my office and continue to do my work which I’m already behind on, nor could I spend time making up an issue of Leprechaun Laughs.
This no screens restriction carried on through Sunday and up until noon today when I finally located my set of those rose colored night driving clip on glasses. While not nearly as effective as the recent yellow tint they can add to prescription glasses, by making some color changes, increasing font size, dimming my screen and taking frequent ‘eye relief breaks’ I’ve been able to get a wee bit done both on my normal work and on this issue 2 days running now.
I’m really hoping the 2017 turns around for us soon and seriously regret now listening to Molly and not making Hoppin’ John Soup for New Year’s to insure good luck for the year.
Alright time for an eye and coffee break for me lets get this rolling shall we?
This bar has a special services menu for guys only inside:
Just MAYBE Impish is right, maybe winter has gone on too long…
Iceman Viking Invaders? Definitely time for a thaw!
There’s just no appeasing some folk. After getting to see those baby photos o’ me last issue, some o’ the very same folk have been agitating to see me (Phibber McGee’s) closet as well. Since I’ll likely get no peace from the nosey Nicky and Nora’s until I show it here it is:
Oh and I might mention there is a cat hidden in there (lower right side) as well when this was taken. How exactly she manages to get in there without actually disturbing anything or causing one of those famous avalanches is a great mystery.
Well at least it’s honest work…she could have been a lawyer!
threatened err… informed that is that cat photos and in particular references to the Illustrious and Rightfully Feared Ninja Kitty Clan have fallen off significantly as of late.
Let me show you the way to my only half full food dish human!
That’s Casper. He’s one of the Ninja Cat Clan’s top infiltrators and spies.
This is Screwball. Bet you can’t guess how that name was arrived at! He’s actually a specialist at Nonconventional Warfare & Tactics.
I’m confident this one is going to cost me big time, but I still couldn’t resist posting it.
Can I getz all da toona salad pez?
That’s Chauncey. He’s a “Procurement Specialist” (pronounce that ‘scrounger’)
See? TOLD YOU I was going to pay for posting that Human superiority Meme!
This is Murgatroyd he’s in the ‘wet works’ division.
My new concept and slogan for the annual pro seat belt use message contest put on by the National Institute of Safety:
“Belt Your Wife and Save Her Life”
Dang! Out of time! I guess one of the first things I learned as a wee one is still true today:
Well I’ll just have to catch you next week when hopefully I have more time.
Dear Lord, somebody has put a hex on you and Molly. My Dad use to say….for all the dark clouds over year head….they WILL part, move on and SUN will shine upon you again. Hope things improve for you both this week…..
Molly goes around humming “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow” from Annie.
As for me I hear the voice in the back of my head sounding like a First Sargent who greeted me and a few other arrivals in Beirut in ‘1983 post Marine Barracks bombing
as a very newly minted and very green 2nd LT. That voice keeps saying “Welcome to the Suck sir!”