The plant population has to be rehoused, temporarily. It will get afternoon sun instead of morning sun.
Category: Generic
Flop
She just flopped down between us. There was about three inches of space and she took it all.
In the Office
The rules for our hybrid working environment are simple. We have to be in the office for 40% of the work days each month. That works out to approximately two days each week. Usually. Some months require an extra day to hit 40%. This month is not one of those months. This month just needs two days each week.
Last week I messed up my routine. I was feeling under the weather. Not bad enough to miss work, but bad enough to not want to go into the office and risk getting anyone else sick. I worked from home all five days last week. No office visits for me.
Because of that minor illness and my desire in the post Covid world to go out of my way to not get anyone else sick, I have two days to make up in order to get back onto the two days in the office pace.
I had two ideas for that. Idea number one was to work three days in the office this week, and three days next week. Not bad. Not good. Doable. Idea number two was to just bite the bullet and work four days in the office this week. Suck Suckity Suck Suck Suck for one week, then back to normal for the rest of the month.
I went into the office on Monday (traffic was mild). I went into the office on Tuesday (traffic was horrible). I am in the office today, Wednesday (traffic was bad but not as bad as Tuesday). Tomorrow I will have to make a tough decision. If I work from home tomorrow, I will need to come in three days next week (because I am sure as hell not coming into the office on Friday). If I work from the office tomorrow I will be back on track and not have to worry about any of this for the rest of June… but it will suck suck suckity suck to be in the office four days in a row (again, no way in hell I am coming in on Friday this week).
So what am I going to do?
I feel a little sick even thinking this… but I think I am going to work in the office. Four days in and one day at home… that was how our schedule worked pre-pandemic. The thought of that just blows chunks. It blows great big chunky chunks.
I think I am going to do it though. Oh help me please, I think I am going to do it.
Passion
Is it weird that I don’t feel as though I am terribly passionate about anything? I don’t think I am a passionate person, generally speaking. I don’t know. I think I am pretty level headed about most things. There are a couple of passions though.
I’m passionate about my love for my wife and my family. Would there be a point otherwise? That sort of goes without saying.
I am passionate about music. The intensity comes and goes, but it’s always there to some degree. Right now it’s running pretty high. The idea of playing with the band regularly again is pretty exciting for me these days.
Anyone who knows me could have guessed that those two things would be my answer. No surprises here.
Summer
Heh heh… if we needed any more proof that a crappy AI was writing the daily prompts, I think the grammar error is it.
What is your favorite season of THE year? Heh heh. Sorry. As someone who typos and grammar errors so often that you’d think I was doing it on purpose, I should be one to talk. Still… heh heh.
Summer! My favorite season of year is the Summer. Hands down, no question, no contest. I hate being cold. In New England the winter runs from about September 1st through June 1st. We get a month of Spring, a few days of Autumn, and about six weeks of Summer. The rest of the year is frozen tundra awfulness*.
I cherish my short, glorious, warm weather season every year. Of course it rains every day now. That didn’t used to be the case, but it is now. Rain every day, no sun to speak of, but warm temperatures. If that’s the best I can hope for them I’ll take it. At least until we pack up and move to San Diego… someday.
*You probably think I am exaggerating, and I am… but only a little.
Final Score
The Panthers were up 2-1 when I fell asleep last night.
The final score? Panthers 4, Oilers 1.
The Panthers take game two and have a two games to none lead.
Damn it.
Rich Corinthian Leather*
Ah, luxury.
Is there anything in my life that can be described as a luxury? I bet there are some things that I take for granted that other people would consider a luxury item. I do live in a very privileged society after all.
Our house in the woods(ish), our two cars, my computer, my iPhone, my multiple electric guitars and amplifiers, our two cats, our mostly quiet suburban neighborhood. I guess to some those would all be considered luxuries. To me they are just normal stuff.
Do any of them rate as things I can’t live without? The house and the cars do in a way. I can live without our specific house (though I love it and never want to move away from it) but I don’t think I’d do very well without a place to live. Does that count? Same with the cars. I could live without these two specific cars, but without some motorized transportation that can get me where I need to be… that would suck. Losing the rest of those things would eliminate sources of happiness and productivity and whatnot, and make life more difficult, but would I be able to get along without them? Probably. I need a computer for work, but I don’t necessarily need my current personal computer, if you get what I mean. I could use it for work in a pinch, but I don’t have to.
I don’t know. There are a lot of things in my life that make things easier and (dare I say it) better, but if push came to shove I could probably get through my day to day without them. I wouldn’t want to, but I could if I had to.
Now let’s just hope that I didn’t jinx anything with this over confident, white male American privileged post. Duck and cover, Robert.
*Tell me you remember the 1970’s without telling me you remember the 1970’s.
Taglines? Nope
I would not have a tagline or a catch phrase or anything like that. Nope, not me.
The best I could do would be to steal something from a movie, a book, or a song. I’m not interesting or important enough for anything more than that.
- “There can be only one” from Highlander
- “Lookin’ real good” from Better off Dead
- “I have a bad feeling about this” from Star Wars
- “No kitty, that’s a bad kitty!” from South Park
- Literally every line from Spaceballs
- Literally every line from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
- “Spinning, whirling, still descending
Like a spiral sea, unending!
Sound and fury drowns my heart
Every nerve is torn apart!” from a little ditty by Rush
You know, something like that. Something subtle, right?
Cat
Basic Needs Plus
Which branch of science was it that defined the three basic needs of life as food/water, shelter, and clothing? Was it psychology or sociology or philosophy? That’s the real answer to this question, right? Take away one of those three things and the good life gets pretty shitty, pretty fast.
What can we add on top of that to make life aces? Let me list a few things and then one final thing that outstrips them all.
- A job with an income. You know… so that you can get the things that you need to get through your daily stuff… and stuff.
- Transportation to get you to where you need to be to get/do the stuff you need to do.
- Music. Speaking for myself, which should be obvious gievn that I’m the red head who is writing this idiotic crap, life would be pretty much garbage without music. I’m including listening to and playing music in this statement as both are mega important to me.
- People to share life and experiences with. Friends, family, strangers. This is hinting at the one thing I will write about when I sum up this whole post, but really it’s about in good times and bad times I’ll be on your side forever more. That’s what friends are for. Right?
Which leads me to my summation. The one thing that supersedes everything else. For me, personally, in order to live a good life I need four things. Four basic needs, not just three. Food/water, shelter, clothing, and Jen and the kids. Take away all of the other stuff and leave me with those four things? I’ll be pretty good with that. That works for me.


