Monday, November 02, 2020



First, a short prequel: I should have a full article, eventually, regarding all the details and delays that my mind and various notes recall. It all pertains to the 7/27/2020 start to the -- should have taken a week only -- 10/27/2020 finish of the work. The work included deck repair/replacement, pressure washing of front porch, rear door landings, and siding, and replacement of rotting wood on southeast rear door exterior door frame. It took three months! I will wait, however, until a very dreary weekend to write the article. You should find it entertaining. The contractor, his various subcontractors, and their sub-subcontractors will not.

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had obtained vehicle oil changes (car and truck), within minutes of each other, on Saturday, 8/22/2020. (It's mentioned, in the article of 8/23/2020.) Yesterday, on Halloween, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was over 3,000 miles on the ’08 Honda Civic. So, the car had another oil change. My ’06 Nissan Frontier has only about 1,000 miles, since the mutual vehicle oil change, in August. It is the Corona Myopia insanity, of course.

My 10/26 – 30/2020 workweek was work at home on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday but at the office on Wednesday and Thursday – doing the same work that I can do at home. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, as opposed to her teach-at-home sister, drives back and forth to work, daily, without carpooling with her sister. It’s Corona Myopia insanity, of course. At least my ol' truck doesn’t need an oil change yet.

Blue Moon Halloween (10/31/2020)

Dang it! I should have gone hiking Saturday! The weather was almost perfect – still too warm but getting cooler.

10/1/2020, Thursday, and Halloween marked full moons in October. Why is it called a blue moon?

Well, on Halloween, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had the “spooky” oil change, for the car, as I've stated. Then, she spent about “$1,000,000” at the IGA for groceries. I mean, really? Can’t the price of a week's worth of groceries stay at least about $100? It used to be about $60. It climbed slowly. Corona Myopia has driven the cost to $100 a week. Now, the total is punching the $150 range. Stop it!

After hauling trash, I figured that my Georgia Bulldogs would beat the Kentucky “Wildkitties,” as they did. My error was that I didn’t go hiking. Instead, I decided to take about three hours to clean out the garage, front porch area, and so forth, at the house. Well, I got the work done, and Molly had some fun with me. My right foot did not enjoy that much time on the concrete. My right foot would have enjoyed three hours in the woods much better.

By the way, 10/31/2020 was Molly's birthday! She’s an age five “ol' puppy” now! A former work colleague, still a friend, and her husband had found Molly, on Halloween, in 2015. Molly wasn’t too many months old yet. Well, we got Molly later that year – on 11/21/15, which was the month and day that Papaw Ferrell passed, in 1970. Molly had a fine birthday!

We didn’t turn on the front porch light, as usual, for the trick-or-treaters. Only a few come around anyway – in this small, somewhat rural subdivision. I think about three groups got candy, from two neighbors with porch lights on. Halloween ain’t like it used to be! I have a few stories, from childhood! Well, I might write about them eventually.

Guvrmint” Time is Done (11/1/2020)!

Did y’all roll back “them thar” clocks Saturday night? I didn’t. I waited until early Sunday morning – for all “them thar” clocks, timers, and gadgets.

Well, we’re finally done with “guvrmint” time, for another year! Papaw Ferrell never did like the time change. He called it “guvrmint” time. I was age ten when he passed, at age 90. I remember!

I had hoped that the weather forecasting folks would have been wrong. The sky, on Saturday morning, looked like rain, in a day or two. I figured two. The weather folks figured one. They were right, and I was wrong – on a very rare occasion. The overnight to early morning rain ended. A very strong wind continued. I almost hiked Sunday afternoon, knowing that it would be a bit muddy and very windy. (Listen for trees cracking! One might be falling toward you!) As the “lazy bum” that I am, I stayed off the trail that afternoon. I thought that I’d write y’all this here letter instead. I hope that you enjoy it.


What time is supper dear? Let’s see is it 7:15 PM or 6:15 PM? Dang, I don’t know! I’m hungry! I’m coming, to get some beef jerky soon, unless you tell me supper is ready! You’re on 15-minute supper overtime!

Monday, 11/2/2020, update: I had planned to publish this article yesterday. At 6:15 PM, regular time, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman remarked, “it’s ready!” Well, that led me to the eatin’ area fast! Afterward, we enjoyed some indoor time with Molly, before bed. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman hit the hay, about 9 PM (or was it 10 PM). I joined her, about 10 PM (or was it 11 PM)?

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