Sunday, September 29, 2019


Let’s keep the title pattern a goin’ a bit. Reckon? Why not?

Sunday, 9/22/2019, was “cat dog” surprise! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman informed me, without my choice, that she was going to get “cat dog” to stay with us, so that we could “cat dog sit” -- until “favorite” sister-in-law did afternoon errands. Well, Molly (our doggy) and I survived, once again! “Favorite” sister-in-law came, got “cat dog,” and rescued Molly and me!

Monday, 9/23/2019: what do you know? At the end of work, we had a little, puny, pop up shower! The drought it over! Not!

Wednesday, 9/25/2019: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had a one-year follow up appointment, for one of her several 2018 medical appointments that were “fun.” The 2018 series of medical stuff involved: what happened to you? We don’t know. You may have eaten something that didn't agree with you. You are fine! Come back in a year, if you want to. She wanted to, apparently. What do you know? She’s still fine! That’s the way to get out of a day’s work, dear! Proud of you!

I almost forgot! Also, on 9/25/2019, for some unknown and totally illogical reason, the State of Tennessee bureaucracy, in it’s infinite ability to be completely incapable, send me an e-mail rejection, regarding an application for a state job -- to which I NEVER applied!

It’s state bureaucracy in its finest level! Don’t get me started on federal bureaucracy! The federal “govrmint” folks drone on about nothing, on the 24/7 news channels, which I watch rarely. One of these days, we all had better learn to speak Arabic, Spanish, Mandarin, or Russian! (But wait! I speak Russian.)

Thursday, 9/26/2019: after work insanity, as usual, I drove home in a good little pop up rain. The closer I came to home, however, the less rain was falling. I found one or two rain drops in the yard. We are making rain progress here. I need to continue my evening rain dances in the back yard.

Friday, 9/27/2019: while stuck (at red, three times) by the only Gibbs traffic light, on my way to TGIF work insanity, I happened to notice that my new, ol' truck was at 169,000 miles exactly and at 135 miles on my last 9/21/2019 gas fill up! To this Appalachian Irishman, it’s worthy of a note. Therefore, I have so noted.

Saturday, 9/28/2019: on the way out, for hauling trash, monthly deep tissue massage, and getting gas, I saw two good neighbors, husband and wife, out walking. I was in a hurry, spoke briefly, and called the man after arriving home. That’s a way that we keep in touch, in our good neighborhood.

The monthly deep tissue massage was my fourth. It will be followed by my monthly chiropractic appointment (on 10/1/2019). I don’t know, but maybe, just maybe, in a few or several more months or years, the soft tissue damage that is still recovering will recover fully -- to the way it was before 3/29/2016, when my body had the drastic evil inflicted upon it by the idiot driver. We’ll see.

Y’all keep turnin’ right and goin’ straight out there, ya year? Until next time, WHEN THE HECK IS IT EVER GOING TO RAIN A LOT AND TURN COOLER? I NEED to start my fall hiking! What was going on back decades ago, when it was this hot at the tail end of September, when there was no “global climate change?” Now, that just opened a can of worms!

1 comment:

M. Fearghail said...

What do you know? This is my 100th post on my blog! I reached a milestone!