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!

Saturday, 9/21/2019, Musings

The title of my most recent article was pretty good! Why not stick with the pattern? Greetings, dear reader!

Tuesday, 9/17/2019, a workday and my father's birthday in 1927: My youngest brother and his wife went to Knoxville for a follow-up appointment after her left foot surgery on 9/4/2019. (Papaw Wood was born on 9/4/1901.) Below is a photograph that my brother took at the surgeon's office of his wife’s left foot. Ain’t it a “purty” foot?

My sister-in-law is allowed to place weight on her surgically repaired, “bionic” left foot, but not walk on it yet.

That’s at least better than “fun” in 2016. On 3/29/2016, I didn’t die when an uninsured driver failed to yield to my right of way. I was unaware of what was going on during the surgeries on my left shoulder and right knee. I knew what was happening before my right foot surgery on Wednesday, 4/13/2016. We are making progress here. I wonder if the Good Lord cares in the short term. He cares in the long term.

Thursday, 9/19/2019: It was a workday for me. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman took a day off to take her father to a medical appointment. I remember when I did that for my mother and father. Remember these days, dear! You honor your father, as you did your mother before she passed.

Friday, 9/20/2019: Why did our mower guy mow today? It’s been hot, too dang hot! It has not rained all this month! Why did he mow? Do I need to start mowing myself? I can do it. I have power in my body, such as it is. I would rather take the easier route by paying someone else to mow. We’ll see what happens.

By the way, I suppose that “Algore” (Al Gore) was right about global warming and global climate change, both bovine excrement, as I call them. Why is Greenland called Greenland, when it is not now very green? I could ramble on with proof, but I won’t today!

Today, Saturday, 9/21/2019: For me, it was a usual day--monthly haircut, good truck wash, and Tractor Supply. I treated my 2006 Frontier to a wash last Saturday also. I found and bought almost everything that we needed at the Tractor Supply for Molly, our “old puppy.” Buy the Milkbone “doggies” in the plastic bottle with the red lid while they're in stock!

Thankfully, I also found and bought the last pecan log that the Tractor Supply had in stock! Last month, there were none. I handed the empty box to the clerk and told her! Two months ago, there were none. I informed the clerk. Today, however, I have my monthly Tractor Supply pecan log! The photograph is below.

By the way, how about them “Vowels” today! They got their backsides handed to them, again as usual, by Flor-i-Da! I hope that the Georgia Bulldogs do much better against “them thar” fake Irishmen at 8 PM this evening!

As a brief sidenote on world disasters and USA politics, excrement keeps spilling out. That’s why “this world is not my home; I’m just a passin’ through.” Politics? The word is from poly (many) and tics (ticks). That is many bloodsuckers! That's my brief side note.

Y’all keep turning right and going straight out there, ya hear?

Sunday, 9/15/2019, Musings

Well, howdy, y’all! (I had me another cold shower, as usual, this morning!) I hope that y’all are okay out there—plunking along in life, such as it is!

Sunday, 9/1/2019: The day marked the official (for those who have sense enough to know) first day of autumn, but it’s still too (globally warm) hot, dang hot! I need cooler weather! I need to hike! Well, I digress.

That afternoon, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I got together with three dear friends for a great time, as always! We ate at Chili’s. We got a table upon arrival. We were served our drinks and salads, for those who had ordered salads.

After almost an hour of waiting on our main course orders, I informed the guy who had seated us that we had seen others arrive, be seated, and get their main course orders before us. We were still waiting! What do you know? In quick fashion, we had our food! The “server” (i.e., waitress) did not get a tip! Also, a manager came by, apologized profusely, and offered free desserts (which we declined). I thought, “I’ve seen truly hungry people in India and Russia, to whom 'hungry' people in this country cannot compare. This is nothing.” I said, with no acknowledgment of the apology, “We just want to eat.” Despite that bit of “fun,” we, as always, had a great time together!

Monday, 9/2/2019, Labor Day: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I did not labor!

9/3/2019 Note: Mom and Dad’s wedding was on 9/3/1959. I was born ten months later on 7/17/1960.

9/4/2019 Note: Papaw Wood’s birthday was on 9/4/1901. On that day, my youngest brother’s wife had outpatient surgery on her right foot to repair damage. She now has metal in two toes.

Her outpatient surgery was better than my 36-day hospitalization in 2016 (with 25 pieces of metal in three joints) and better than our good friend’s 12/5/2017 left foot surgery (metal stays in), with a four-day hospitalization. We are making progress!

My youngest brother's wife has a follow-up appointment on 9/17/2019. Dad was born on 9/17/1927. Okay, Lord, we understand your sarcastic humor on this! Isn’t this enough?

Also, on 9/4/2019, our good friend’s aged mother broke her right arm. She’s doing well enough, in a nursing home, for now.

Sunday, 9/8/2019: I ain’t sayin’ nary a "thang" more about the “Evil Empire” beating my Steelers! My Steelers coffee cup, placed strategically in the living room, was not turned correctly. Their loss is my fault! I’m sorry!

Wednesday, 9/11/2019, a workday: Is the date 9/11 enough to write?

 

The above photograph was taken on 9/11/2015 as a tribute. I found it on Successful Culture – A 911 Tribute. Apparently, no colleague remembered. I did.

 

On that day, at the office—during our weekly “parroting session,” waste-of-time meeting that requires 10 or 15 minutes of agony—my colleagues' priority was to plan our too-far-off-to-care annual Christmas eat-out shindig.

Everyone wrote down a dining suggestion on paper. (The above image was mine. Yes, I took the photograph.) I had the dubious honor of selecting the dining location. I had a one-in-eight chance to pick my selection. I did so—McDonald's! That was funny! Of course, I picked another paper for another choice to satisfy the women. By the way, the Christmas shindig is set for Friday, December 13th! This week has a Friday the 13th—in two more days, on 9/13/2019! What could go wrong? I am not triskaidekaphobic.

Friday, 9/13/2019: The full moon occurred just after midnight on 9/14/2019. Whew! We had a break on that at least. I am not triskaidekaphobic.

9/13-14/2019: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was paid on 9/13/2019, for the first time, after her summer vacation, when "School’s Out for the Summer" (YouTube)! I was paid that day also.

On 9/14/2019, what did I find on the kitchen counter? I see her 7/31/2019 Kohl’s card charge receipt for her $100 and change clothing purchase! She’d told me, in the summer, that she’d need to buy some clothes—to replace, as I suppose, the clothes that she’d bagged up to haul to a donation location. I never did see a receipt, so I figured that she hadn't bought clothes.

Also, on the kitchen counter, I found her 9/13/2019 debit card payment receipt to Kohl’s for her 7/31/2019 charge—with no late fee included! Once again, you tricked me, dear! Kohl’s card charge of 7/31/2019 is paid by debit card on 9/13/2019! A man just doesn’t understand! That’s okay, dear. You shop vacuumed the basement alone this weekend. I’ll keep you!

Saturday, 9/14/2019: What do you know? “Them thar" Tennessee “Vowels” won a game finally! It must have been due to Friday the 13th, followed by a full moon the next night! Another bad “Vowels” team has another bad coach. That’s why I’m a Georgia Bulldogs fan! Go Dawgs!

Today, Sunday, 9/15/2019: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman’s youngest sister and our niece (daughter of my wife's middle sister) borrowed my binoculars to take on a Grand Canyon vacation that starts this coming Friday. Okay, y'all have fun with my binoculars! Do not lose them! I’ve had them for decades.

Now, I’ll make a brief comment on politics and the state of morality and idiocy in this country and in the world. This country and the world continue to degenerate to the eventual end. Any questions? I’m ready to go to my heavenly home. Are you?

Oh, by the way, who are the three “trustedinstaller.exe” guys that have been in locations in my “Windows” folder since 7/13/2009 and 11/20/2010? Why do they install stuff? Why should I trust them?

Y’all keep turning right and going straight out there, ya hear?