Hi how are you today? Several of you asked about this weeks "Trashy Tuesday" blog. Seems as though you didn't get it. Well, I missed it also because I didn't write one. You see yesterday was a national holiday and most of you missed it. It isn't promoted like Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter but it is gaining. It has the problem with over-crowding. It is sandwiched between Halloween, Veterans Day and Thanksgiving. Anyway, the holiday you missed was "National Clean Out Your Refrigerator Day". We have been observing this holiday religiously for the last, oh, year or so. This year we had additional impetus to observe this day since we will be getting our new refrigerator tomorrow, Thursday. It worked out great for us because yesterday, Tuesday, was also our trash day. I assigned my current wife the task of freezer and frig clean out. She has more Scotch blood than I do so she keeps more than I would. This is probably okay since it saves money I guess. I am always amazed at the things you find in the frig. Of course, there is the assortment of left overs which have taken a different life form. But some things just continue to baffle me. Like the pair of sweat socks in the freezer. How did they get there? I have been looking for them for a long time. How about those partially used bottles of stuff where they are so old they don't even have an expiration date on them? They make me really nervous.
I am excited to get the refrigerator. I have observed a need for at least 5 years. Sue has not shared this observation with me however. Remember the above referenced "Scotch" lineage. I finally got her to cave slightly when the ice container had a layer of frozen white "stuff" in it. What this stuff was, nobody knows. It becomes more curious since the ice maker has not worked for some time (a year or so) and the ice in the container was purchased virgin ice from the store. This pretty much freaked me out so I put my foot down. I did give in and let her choose the model to purchase. Tomorrow will be exciting.
I had a great workout at the gym today - really worked up a sweat. My circulation manager, also known as my current wife, has informed me that the Silver Sneakers subscribers are getting restless. They want more timely delivery of the blog. I am also getting quite a bit of flak about making a guest appearance next Tuesday at the Sneakers workout. Lord only knows what kind of trouble I will get into. I was going to blow it off but I got cornered by Babs today and before I knew it my mouth was promising to be there before my mind caught up. While on the topic of these Silver Sneaker instructors, I am thinking of talking to management about them. You see the two primary instructors, Babs and Kay give the "Baby Boomer" generation a bad name. Babs is about 5' 5" or so and Kay is closer to 5'9" - 5'11" give or take. Each of them are slightly over 100 lbs dripping wet and have the appearance of being somewhere around their mid 30's. This presence in our class gives off the subliminal message that we should all look like these people. So we squat, bend, march in place, lift weights, work with bands and balls feverishly trying to get to look as fit as Babs or Kay. Believe me, it ain't goin' to happen. I really believe management needs to replace them with instructors who use either a cane or a walker to get around. Just seems more appropriate for this group.
Okay gang, wait for it.......... Ta! Da! - The Word of the Week ----- PANSOPHY
While on the subject of the gym. My gym has a rule and procedure that you wipe down the equipment with a spray and paper towels when you are done with it. This is a very good practice as it keeps the equipment sanitary more or less. But what fries my bacon are these "Testosterone" blobs seem to be above these rules. I suppose they think their sweat doesn't stink or something. Maybe they feel it is below them to wipe off the equipment. There are a couple types of "Testosterone" blobs that I have observed. One is dressed in ratty workout gear, usually with a t-shirt that has been modified by cutting out the sleeves and slitting both sides almost all the way down. I think exposes their "macho" physic for all of us to ogle at. The other type is a guy with neatly trimmed hair Under Armour shirt and shorts. He will be wearing some designer sneakers. Regardless of the type, they approach the equipment, maybe pace around it once or twice trying to get "focused". They will seat themselves on the equipment, set it to a weight they think is awesome, they will do between 5 and 10 reps making certain that the last one is dropped noisily so people will look at him. He will exit the equipment, and strut away to the next piece of equipment across the room. He insures his strut is the "I'm Bad" strut. Can you hear my bacon simmering? Meanwhile, his sweaty leavings are taking up residences on the cushions and grips just waiting to hitch onto the next customer. Yuk!!!
Trashy Tuesday was pretty calm this week. As the weather get colder, people just get the job done and get back inside. I did note yesterday as we went to the gym that people on our street are having difficulty with the 3 foot between containers rule. I am somewhat worried that once the snow begins to accumulate chaos may break out. You see it is against the Garbage Gestapo's rules to sit these containers on top of the snow. Do you suppose they could work with the streets people to work out some procedures with the snow plows, Naw, too much to ask for?
You have been waiting for it so here it is. The Word of the Week - PANSOPHY. Any guesses? Here it is in a sentence. We didn't know that Doyce had such a wealth of knowledge and his wisdom was so vast. My wife, Sue, tells me these types of things quite frequently. Oh, wait a minute - sorry, I guess that was just in my dreams. I stand corrected. Anyway, the definition is: universal wisdom or knowledge.
My French Roast is all gone for today and the buzz has gone. By the way, do you know what French Roast Coffee is? Here goes, it refers to a roasting method. To roast beans using the French roast method, the beans are roasted at temperatures between 370 and 540 degrees Fahrenheit (188 to 282 Celsius) for 11 to 13 minutes. While the beans are roasting, you will hear a popping sound, or "crack." After the first crack, the beans would be characterized as Cinnamon or City roast, with a light, mild flavor. If you leave the beans in the roaster until they crack again, the resulting beans will be French roast beans.
After the roasting process is complete, the beans are sent through a machine called a "destoner," which removes stones and other particles from the coffee beans. Next, the beans are stabilized and dried, in a process known as equilibrium. The beans are then packaged either whole or ground and shipped. Isn't this just a prime example of "Drivel"? If you have any questions whose answers will be totally useless to anyone, give me a heads up and I will be more than glad to do the research and provide the answer. After all this is the "Drivel Over Coffee". Until another time, TA!
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