Sunday, 9/29/2019, Musings

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

Last Sunday, 9/22/2019, was the “cat dog” surprise! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman informed me, without my choice, that she was going to get the “cat dog” to stay with us. We would “cat-dog-sit,” until “favorite” sister-in-law finished her afternoon errands. Well, Molly, our “old puppy,” and I survived, once again! “Favorite” sister-in-law came, got the “cat dog,” and rescued Molly and me!

Monday, 9/23/2019: What do you know? At the end of work, we had a puny little pop-up shower! The drought is 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 that Wednesday, for some unknown and totally illogical reason, the State of Tennessee bureaucracy, in its infinite ability to be completely incapable, emailed me a rejection for a job application, for which I never applied!

It was state bureaucracy at 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 rarely watch. One of these days, we all had better learn to speak Arabic, Spanish, Mandarin, or Russian! But wait! I speak Russian well enough.

Thursday, 9/26/2019: After my 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 raindrops in the yard. We are making rain progress here. I need to continue my evening rain dances in the backyard.

Friday, 9/27/2019: While stuck at red three times at the only Gibbs traffic light on my way to TGIF work insanity, I happened to notice that my 2006 Frontier was at 169,000 miles exactly and at 135 miles on my last gasoline fill-up last Saturday. To this Appalachian Irishman, that is noteworthy. I have, therefore, so noted.

Saturday, 9/28/2019: On the way out to haul off trash, get a monthly deep tissue massage, and get gas, I saw two good neighbors, husband and wife, out walking. In a hurry, I spoke with them briefly. Later, I called the man after returning home. That’s how 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 hear? Until next time, when is it ever going to rain a lot and turn cooler? I need to start my fall hiking season! What was going, 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!