Prequel
First, a short prequel: I plan to write a full article eventually about the details and delays that mental and handwritten notes have recorded. It pertains to contracted work to repair and replace our deck and other improvements. The job started on 7/27/2020. It should have taken about a week. Instead, it took three months. The crew finally finished the job on 10/27/2020. The main job was to repair and replace the deck. Further, it included pressure washing the front porch, the landings at the basement doors, and the house siding. Finally, it involved replacing rotting wood on the southeast basement door exterior frame. Why did a one-week job take three months? I will wait until a dreary weather weekend to write the article. You should find it entertaining. The contractor, his subcontractors, and their sub-subcontractors will not.
On Saturday, 8/22/2020, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had vehicle oil changes (car and truck) within minutes of each other. (The article from 8/23/2020 mentioned this.) On Halloween Saturday, two days ago, my wife had racked up over 3,000 miles on our 2008 Honda Civic since that oil change. So, the car had another oil change on Halloween. Meanwhile, my 2006 Nissan Frontier had tacked on only about 1,000 miles since that mutual vehicle oil change in August. At least the Corona Myopia insanity, as I call it, allows me to work from home for a few days each workweek.
Last week, my workweek included working from home on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, but at the office on Wednesday and Thursday, doing the same work that I do at home. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, as opposed to her teach-from-home sister, drives back and forth to work daily, not carpooling with her sister. This is Corona Myopia insanity gone wild! At least my truck doesn’t need an oil change yet.
Blue Moon Halloween (two days ago, on Saturday, 10/31/2020)
I should have taken a Halloween hike on Saturday! The weather was almost perfect, still too warm but getting cooler.
The two full moons this month were on Thursday, 10/1/2020, and on Halloween, two days ago. Why was the full moon on Halloween called a blue moon?
Well, on Halloween, my wife had a “spooky” oil change for the car, as I've already stated. Then, she spent about “$1,000,000” on groceries at the local IGA. Really? Can’t the price of a week's worth of groceries stay at least around $100? It used to be about $60 with slow increases over the years. Corona Myopia, however, has driven up the cost to $100 a week. The total is now punching the $150 range. Stop it!
On that same Halloween Saturday, after hauling off trash and recycling, I figured that the Georgia Bulldogs would beat the Kentucky “Wildkitties,” which they did. My mistake was not going hiking. Instead, I decided to take about three hours to clean out the garage, sweep off the front porch, and do other chores around the house. Well, I got the work done, and Molly had fun with me. My right foot, however, did not tolerate spending so much time on the concrete. That foot would have endured three hours in the woods much easier.
By the way, two days ago, on 10/31/2020, Halloween, was Molly's birthday! She’s now a five-year-old “puppy!” A former coworker, still a friend, and her husband found Molly on Halloween in 2015. Molly was about eight months old. Well, we got Molly on Saturday, 11/21/2015, which was also the month and day that Papaw Ferrell passed away in 1970. Molly had a fine fifth birthday on Halloween!
On Halloween, we didn’t turn on the front porch light, as usual, to welcome trick-or-treaters. Only a few come around anyway in our small and somewhat rural subdivision. I think about three groups got candy from two neighbors whose porch lights were on. Halloween ain’t like it used to be. I have a few mischievous memories from my childhood. I may write about them eventually.
“Guvrmint” Time Ended (yesterday, Sunday, 11/1/2020)!
Did y’all roll back “them thar” clocks last Saturday night on Halloween? I didn’t. I waited until early yesterday, Sunday, morning to set back an hour all “them thar” clocks and other timepieces.
Well, we’re finally done with “guvrmint” time for a few months. Papaw Ferrell never did like the time change. He called it “guvrmint” time. I was ten years old when he passed away at the age of 90. I remember him.
On Saturday, I hoped that the weather forecasting folks would be wrong. The sky that Halloween morning looked like rain was coming in a day or two. I figured two. The weather folks figured one, yesterday. They were right, and I was wrong, on a very rare occasion. The overnight to early Sunday morning rain ended; however, a very strong wind continued. I almost hiked yesterday afternoon, knowing that it would be muddy and very windy. Listen for trees popping and cracking! One might be falling toward you! Being the “lazy bum” that I am, I stayed off the trail that afternoon. I thought that I’d start writing y’all this here letter instead. I hope that you enjoy it.
Conclusion
What time is supper, dear? Let’s see, is it 7:15 PM or 6:15 PM? I don’t know! I am hungry! I’m coming to get some beef jerky to eat soon, unless my wife tells me that supper is ready! On Sunday at 6:15 or 7:15 PM, my wife is fifteen minutes late having supper ready!
Monday, 11/2/2020, note: I had planned to publish this article yesterday. Yesterday, however, at 6:15 PM, standard time, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman called out, “It’s ready!” Well, that got me to the eatin’ area rather quickly! Afterward, we enjoyed some indoor time with Molly before going to bed. My wife hit the hay about 9 PM. Or was it 10 PM? I joined her at about 10 PM. Or was it 11 PM? At any rate, this article is published today.
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