Vol. 3 No. 1

My fourth Sunday blog post in a row.   But it was 2 years ago today that I posted my first one.  I'm still annoyed by the Blogger iPhone app, because I can't (or haven't figured out how to) set a time for a post to publish.  I had to get out my laptop.  Now this one is scheduled to post at 6:38 PM.  We'll see.

I have thought of a few things to blog about over the last few weeks, but I can't think of any of them now. But I can retire in 293 days, so get off my lawn. 

Happy Easter

I hope y'all had one.  It's almost over now.

I haven't felt like blogging in a while.  (I do like stating the obvious though.)  I did sort of feel like it last weekend, but I didn't do it.  It looks like it's been 65 days since I last blogged.  It also looks like this is the third blog in a row I've done (or at least started) on a Sunday.  If you haven't done the math (or even if you have) that means I can retire in 300 days.  That's 43 weeks.

The online calculator (that supplies the widgit on a personal page with the countdown calendar that says I have 300 days) now tells me I have 301.  Go figger.  Even at that I only have 299 until my last day of work. If I make it.

Anyway, you bunnies get those colored eggs off my lawn!

One Year

It's 3 minutes 'til midnight.  I won't get this posted by then.  So that means I can retire in 364 days.

You kids get off my lawn.

53 Weeks

It's Sunday.  (For another 58 minutes.)  I usually blog on Friday, but it is now 53 weeks until my planned retirement date.  That's 371 days.  I have a running timer that says it's 370 days.  Neither one sounds right to me.

I actually have quite a few things that I think are interesting that I could blog about.  Some of them I can't, yet, and others I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear.  I've spent two months trying to fix a problem with my septic tank.  (I told you you didn't want to hear it.)  I think I won the fight today.  I located the clog yesterday..., the hard way.  Let me just say:  root; axe; swing and a miss.  And up through the ground come a'bubb'lin' crude.  'Tweren't oil, unfortunately, but believe me it was crude.

On a more pleasant note, for those of you who don't live in Louisiana, we are now in the season we call Carnival.  Y'all may call it Mardi Gras, but that's just the last day of it.  I have a know-it-all friend in Texas, who doesn't know the difference between grilling and barbecuing, who'll argue with me that it's not, but he's wrong a lot.

Anyway, Mardi Gras is March 4th this year.  So, since I'll probably only blog a couple more times before then (and to spare you pictures of the madness that is my side yard) here is the picture I'm currently using on my Facebook page.  (I used to live just off the left edge of this picture, so ....)

YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN!!!!!

It's Cold

There's white stuff on the ground.  It looks like it might, at one time, have been snow.  It's ice now.

People down here don't know how to drive in good weather.  This stuff is right out.  They closed state offices in about half the state, mine included.  I didn't mind.

It's supposed to be back up to 60 tomorrow.  No wonder everyone is sick.

I've had some interesting experiences, excellent blog fodder, between my last two posts.  But it wouldn't be prudent to blog about at this juncture.  Maybe later.

I had something else I wanted to blog on today, but it escapes me now.  I'll give it a few minutes.  Right now it's 10:27 PM.  I usually like to post my blog by 4:45.  I'm running a little late, but I'll beat midnight.

Until midnight it will be 386 days until I retire.  (385 after.)

So you kids get off my lawn!

400 Days

GET OFF MY LAWN!!!

I'm Back.

I guess.  

I still don't really feel like blogging.  This was supposed to be my smartass blog.  Not my serious stuff blog, and certainly not my mourning beloved pets blog.  But I need to post something, if only so that picture of Lexi isn't the first thing I see when I come here.  As much as I like that picture.  She was still a puppy there, and it seems like yesterday.

So here's a picture from my Thanksgiving.  (Well..., the day before.)

I have to tell a couple more pet stories, then I'm done.  For a while.  I promise.

I may have mentioned that we stole dognapped adopted Lexi from my stepson.  Not long before the picture in my last post was taken.  He was very strict with her.  No table food, no begging.  But after she came down here the Late Robert Goulet broke into our house and spoiled her.  (We didn't do it.  And if you don't get that joke, go to YouTube and search for "Keep Goulet Away."  Trust me.)  She had never had a bone..., until her first Thanksgiving with us.  We had a spiral sliced ham.  There was quite a bit of meat left on the bone.  My wife took her outside and let her have it.  Of all the things I wish I had video of, that tops the list. I didn't know a dog could do an end zone dance.  She held that bone up like an academy award and danced across the back yard.

Seems like yesterday.

Now for Bandit.  I've told you Bandit was the smartest cat I ever knew, and I told you about the attic stairs. But a few years back my wife brought home a laser pointer, one of the ones designed to torment your pets. I had the other cats running around like ..., well, like cats.  Lexi almost tore the carpet out trying to get that little red dot.  Bandit watched for a little while, looked at the dot, right in front of her, followed the beam up to my hand, and looked at me knowingly as if to say "yeah, right."  Oh she slapped at it a couple of times just to humor me, but she knew.

I actually started writing a blog for November 1st back in May.  On November 1st our three remaining cats were 10 years old.  When I started that blog I had no idea they'd be our only pets then.  They're still kittens to us, but now they're 10 ..., I don't even want to think about it.  The day they were born was also the day I received the third degree in Freemasonry.  A coincidence that I find interesting.  Then, November 2nd was our 11th anniversary.

I may get back to blogging regularly after the first of the year.  We'll see.  Anyway, I can retire in 422 days, so you kids get off my lawn.