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Monday, December 21, 2009

50 Days to $$$


Today was a bittersweet day.  I was a tad sad for about two seconds as I pushed the button to send my application to the Federal Government so I can draw Social Security beginning March 2010. This is a monumental day, and a day, very frankly, I have not been looking forward to, and wish could have come later (or do I?). 

The bitter part struck as I thought about how little money will be left when the government finally stops the spending spree. With all the money Washington is throwing around these days (goddamn Bush), we are in serious trouble.  At the rate they are printing it, let alone spending it, our dollar won’t be worth anything by the time most of you get to draw SS (FICA), if there is any left?  But WTF, I promise you to do all in my power to get my share and part of yours for as long as I or it holds up. 

Then I thought about the sweet part and how wonderful it is to be approaching my 66th birthday, and also how very near being able to step out of the bullshit arena I am…but not until 2-28-2011 or maybe longer, if I can stand it?  The nice part of this is, not only do I get to receive a check each and every month for as long as I live (the government is praying it be days) or as long as there are any funds to pay out (I can’t blame George for this one), but I also get to receive my full salary for putting up with the BS up to my 66th birthday and beyond if I choose.  If this doesn’t prove the existence of a Universal Presence (the “God” term is so politically incorrect) I don’t know what does?  “Give me the money?” may be my new mantra.

And that is all I have to say about that…

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Aftermath of the Blizzard of December 2009


There is a huge difference in the weather today and the weather yesterday.  Saturday was a dark day most of the day.  At times we could hardly see further than a couple of hundred feet and the snow pummeled the earth and accumulated at a rapid rate.  I stuck a yardstick in the snow near our garage and the last time I saw read it before the sun went down last night it was right at 14”.  I took a measurement outside our basement door this morning and it read 17”.

Today there is hardly a cloud in the sky.  It is a beautiful day here in West Virginia, and brainy boy here decided we should check out the roads.  We just made a trip from the garage to the main road in the Wrangler, and yes, it was in 4-wheel drive.  We pushed snow all the way, and the last 500 feet we had to back up some and go forward as fast as we could, but would only make it about 50 ft each time.  When we finally made it we discovered the roads are almost as bad as our driveway so we turned around and came back.  There isn’t anyway we could have made it to town.  We almost made it back to the house before we got semi-stuck.  Luckily we were smart enough (actually The Nancy was the smart one) to take the snow shovels with us because we had to partially shovel the last 500-600 ft up the drive so we could get back to the garage.

So here I sit in the chair in the family room nursing my aching muscles and sore back.  I don’t see either of us going out anywhere tomorrow.  We may be imprisoned here in the house for a couple more days.  Now that isn’t as bad as it sounds, unless you take into account we are almost out of my favorite beverage, and may be forced to consume beer we keep for company, those being Bud Light and Miller Lite.  Then again, I don’t think there is anything that could coerce me to drink mass produced industrial swill.

And that is all I have to say about that…

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Wine Country to Snow Country…


Sitting here in my favorite chair in the comfort of my family room at The Farm watching the snow fall by the ton, and I do not like it.  The white crap began to come down last night shortly after 2am and is supposed to keep falling until about six this evening.  About two hours ago I donned a jacket and gloves and shoveled a path from the house to the garage.  There was at least ten or so inches on the ground already and it continues to accumulate at an alarming rate.  At least another three inches has fallen since I shoveled.  Luckily for me, the beer fridge is stocked and we have enough vittles in the house to cover us for a week or so should we get stranded.  When you live a half mile off the paved road a foot of snow can cause havoc.  I can’t imagine what we are in for if we get more than eighteen inches, and it appears we may be well over that by the time this ends.

Just a week ago we were in Wine Country and rainy weather.  One week later we are subjected to one the worst winter storms since Al Gore was vice-president.  Global what?

The nice part about being snowed in is how stunningly beautiful it is outside.  It is cozy and warm in here (keeping my fingers crossed it stays this way), and a veritable Winter Wonderland outside.  There are three large picture-windows in this room where we can look out north, west and south, though the snow is falling so hard we can hardly see much beyond a couple of hundred feet, but just far enough to see the snow clinging to the pine trees in the woods just beyond the pastures.  Nonetheless, are talking blizzard here!


This is a photo of The Farm after a snowfall a couple of years ago.  It was much easier to throw this one in here rather than take a new one.  Isn’t “sloth” one of the seven deadly sins?

The Weather Channel people are talking about snowfall totals in places in and around Virginia and Maryland.  We are hearing numbers like eight, twelve and even twenty-three inches.  Should twenty-three inches fall here The Nancy and I may not see anyone other than our cute little selves for days.  She will probably be ready to strangle someone by about noon Sunday.  Are there any volunteers out there?

And that is all I have to say about that…

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Left My What where?


We didn’t mind leaving San Francisco and I sure as hell didn’t leave my heart there.  It is a great place to visit and I would not mind returning there someday, but not anytime soon.  We are both very worn out both mentally and physically.  The last visit for me was a little over twenty years ago, and as I wrote earlier The Nancy’s first. 

Having done and seen almost all we had intended for the trip, I personally believe the most outstanding part for me was the people we met.  I suppose some will think us a little strange for it, but the majority of our new crop of friends were working behind bars…that is, the kind where beverages of all kinds are dispensed, not those associated with incarceration.  Well, not all of them, some sat on the consuming side of it.

The Nancy and I are presently seated in row 23 on United flight #120 above the clouds and souring toward Dulles and home.  She is deep into a People magazine.  I am stuffed in a middle seat trying with all my might to type this.  In the seat next to me is a Japanese tourist reading a guide about what to see in Washington, DC while he pushes his elbow into to my side because he is hanging out of both sides of his seat.  I would tell him to stop, but I don’t think he speaks English and my Japanese is a little rusty.  All I know is “flied lice,” but is that Japanese or Chinese?  Hell with it, it’s just easier to put up with the elbow.

Anyway, we are looking forward to being home where we can be comfortable 100% of the time and that moment should eventuate in about five more hours.  Knowing The Nancy as I do I am more than sure that a stop is being planned at Vintage in Leesburg, Virginia, since we have to pass through Leesburg on the route to The Farm, and it will be beyond our dinner time, we will have to stop somewhere.

I know you will be surprised to learn Vintage is a you-know-what that serves my favorite drink of you-know-what?  Hmmm!  I think from this point on I will always refer to my libation of choice as a “you-know-what” so people won’t think all I do is drink beer and talk to strangers in bars.

All that is all I have to say about that… 

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