Anyway, back on the task at hand - Drivel. I should have posted this yesterday but like our sanitary works department, I am a day behind since Monday was a holiday. Ever wonder how they can manage to get their routes done in four days of a holiday week? Usually it takes a complete 5 day week to complete and they complain about being overworked at that. Just doesn't seem to add up in my eyes.
A good friend related a story to me about a neighbor of his and his interactions with our sanitation department (solid waste agency). Seems as though the friend had a very large lot. His grass clippings were more than one yardy could hold so he opted to purchase another one from our solid waste people. They charged him an arm and a leg for the official yardy. This guy didn't get a knock-off or phony one, he got the real thing. No problem. During the course of the summer, another neighbor moved away so he gave his yardy to this neighbor seeing as how he didn't need it any longer. Our people in solid waste started to wonder about this guy with 3 yardys. They watched him for a few weeks. Finally, they approached him, confiscated ALL of his yardys and accused him of stealing the 2 extra yardys. He produced proof of the purchased one. These have serial numbers on them, so he asked them to lookup those 2. Nope, they would have nothing of that business, they told him that they belong to the city, regardless if you bought them and they can do what they want with them. They choose not to let him have any yardys. He now has no way of recycling his grass clippings since the rules do not allow the use of paper bags or alternative container. This agency is out of control and needs to be reined in in my humble opinion.
I take exception of the glass policy that they have. You must place your glass jars in a separate plastic pail that you provide. Only whole glass jars can be put in there. If broken, the broken pieces and jar must be put in the garbage. You must place clear glass in one pail and colored glass in another pail. Now drinking glasses, whole or broken cannot be put in these pails, they go in the garbage. Now I have watched our pickup technicians picking up the glass pails and both colored glass and clear glass are dumped into the same spot in the truck. I don't understand why we have to separate it. Why can't ALL glass products be placed in the pail - clear, colored, broken, whole, drinking glasses, and etc. Makes no sense. Just saying.
Word of the Week: Defenestration
Well, I have done it again. Yep, raised my hand volunteering for something that I immediately regretted. Twice a month, we have a men's breakfast at our church. All of the retired old farts congregate for coffee and a breakfast of some sort. Sometimes we have a guest speaker. This week I was approached to give a demo and impart instructions on how to operate a video projector and PowerPoint. Our church had received a gift of a screen and projector from a flood volunteer group. We have wanted to use it in some fashion during Sunday services but no one new how to use it. Some of our geezers knew I had some knowledge and asked me to give a presentation on how in the world to turn this thing on, hook a computer up to it and how to get a presentation to display on the screen. No problem I thought.
Somewhere along the way, I had a moment of enlightenment and realized that this type of question comes up frequently and we do not have any one(s) in charge of our electronic equipment. I made the suggestion that we put together a "Technology Committee" to tend to the maintenance and be knowledgeable on the use of these pieces of equipment. Great idea I was told. People slapped me on the back and I felt great. Oops! I was appointed at the chairman. Not quite the way I had envisioned it. Darn it anyway. Over the last few weeks you may have discovered a "slight" character flaw I have - I can't keep my mouth shut. I will never learn I guess.
At the fitness center - the doggie one (Grandpa Bailey's Doggie Fitness Center and Spa), we had an inter-neighbor race contest. My granddogs, Barney & Max, MacBlu's granddog girls, and the neighbor behind us entered his 2 ladies. We had sprints, relay races and marathons. MacBlu's granddogs matchups and a lot of barking and yelling. Quite fun. Who won? That is a good question. Barney was okay in the sprints but pooped out quickly in the marathons. Max was a goer in everything but I think the marathon edge went to the MacBlu ladies. They seemed to have the most stamina. Backyard Dude girls came in third place, pretty much tied with each other. Max was a second in the marathon. He kept up really well but faded right at the end. In the sprints, Max was the winner by far. That little guy can fly. He ran circles around all of the others even when he would have to jump over Barney who was kind of loafing. Way to go Max. Barney is more of a lover I think than an athlete. It was cool because all of the dogs in the neighborhood were chiming in with their barks. They were pretty evenly split with who they were backing. I think we had better not do that again for a while. I am afraid the animal control people might stop by.
I was watching TV the other day. One of those cops and robbers types. The cops were searching for a guy who committed Defenestration. How many times have you seen this plot? A million or more I bet. I have I mentioned how good the French Roast tastes in the morning? Well, it does. Believe me. Before I go, the word of the week means "The act of throwing someone out an open window." Who would have guessed? Thanks MacBlu, for the enlightenment. They seem to have a name for everything. I lead a really interesting life. I learn all sorts of things from my neighbors, my gym instructors - Babs, Kay and Lacey, and my current wife, Sue. Occasionally little pearls are gleaned from my girls also. I get bombarded by some much drivel each day that my head hurts. One person cannot humanly pass along all of the stuff I encounter. It is such a burden. Gotta go. Need to take a couple of Advils. TA!
Word of the Week: Defenestration
Well, I have done it again. Yep, raised my hand volunteering for something that I immediately regretted. Twice a month, we have a men's breakfast at our church. All of the retired old farts congregate for coffee and a breakfast of some sort. Sometimes we have a guest speaker. This week I was approached to give a demo and impart instructions on how to operate a video projector and PowerPoint. Our church had received a gift of a screen and projector from a flood volunteer group. We have wanted to use it in some fashion during Sunday services but no one new how to use it. Some of our geezers knew I had some knowledge and asked me to give a presentation on how in the world to turn this thing on, hook a computer up to it and how to get a presentation to display on the screen. No problem I thought.
Somewhere along the way, I had a moment of enlightenment and realized that this type of question comes up frequently and we do not have any one(s) in charge of our electronic equipment. I made the suggestion that we put together a "Technology Committee" to tend to the maintenance and be knowledgeable on the use of these pieces of equipment. Great idea I was told. People slapped me on the back and I felt great. Oops! I was appointed at the chairman. Not quite the way I had envisioned it. Darn it anyway. Over the last few weeks you may have discovered a "slight" character flaw I have - I can't keep my mouth shut. I will never learn I guess.
At the fitness center - the doggie one (Grandpa Bailey's Doggie Fitness Center and Spa), we had an inter-neighbor race contest. My granddogs, Barney & Max, MacBlu's granddog girls, and the neighbor behind us entered his 2 ladies. We had sprints, relay races and marathons. MacBlu's granddogs matchups and a lot of barking and yelling. Quite fun. Who won? That is a good question. Barney was okay in the sprints but pooped out quickly in the marathons. Max was a goer in everything but I think the marathon edge went to the MacBlu ladies. They seemed to have the most stamina. Backyard Dude girls came in third place, pretty much tied with each other. Max was a second in the marathon. He kept up really well but faded right at the end. In the sprints, Max was the winner by far. That little guy can fly. He ran circles around all of the others even when he would have to jump over Barney who was kind of loafing. Way to go Max. Barney is more of a lover I think than an athlete. It was cool because all of the dogs in the neighborhood were chiming in with their barks. They were pretty evenly split with who they were backing. I think we had better not do that again for a while. I am afraid the animal control people might stop by.
I was watching TV the other day. One of those cops and robbers types. The cops were searching for a guy who committed Defenestration. How many times have you seen this plot? A million or more I bet. I have I mentioned how good the French Roast tastes in the morning? Well, it does. Believe me. Before I go, the word of the week means "The act of throwing someone out an open window." Who would have guessed? Thanks MacBlu, for the enlightenment. They seem to have a name for everything. I lead a really interesting life. I learn all sorts of things from my neighbors, my gym instructors - Babs, Kay and Lacey, and my current wife, Sue. Occasionally little pearls are gleaned from my girls also. I get bombarded by some much drivel each day that my head hurts. One person cannot humanly pass along all of the stuff I encounter. It is such a burden. Gotta go. Need to take a couple of Advils. TA!
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