Checking In [NOT 14/10/24]

Hi, friends!

Happy Indigenous Peoples day in the US, Happy Thanksgiving to our Canadian folks, and Happy Monday to the rest of y’alls!

How are folks doing? Hanging in there as we approach winter?

I was having a rough day at work (thanks, morons), but then on the way home I saw three different Mazda drivers almost cause accidents. So I guess it could be worse, I could be one of those folks.

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  1. I had a great weekend visiting my youngest at her school.  We got to see her give a tour for prospective students & their parents, hang out w/ her roommates & even went to her local college dive bar.  She even found fun events for us at several craft breweries.  Only bad part of weekend was upstairs hotel room neighbors stomped around all night so didn’t sleep much.  That might have led to argument w/ wife on way home where we didn’t talk for a few hundred miles.

    • Must have been extra chilly in the car… Sorry to hear that.

  2. Where I live it is usually high end Hondas and/or low end Mercedes Benzs driven by folks with a death wish. Most of them are oblivious of what they’re doing which makes them all the more special.

    As for me? I went off to visit my parents at the Long Term Care Facility while my visiting sister did her laundry. Dad was happy to see me, but mom was lost in her own world. Apparently she’s more active in the evening when her meds are wearing off, but she was asleep drooling in her wheelchair. I came home then spent most of the day working on my models and then doing some cleaning before Thanksgiving dinner. Marinated air fryer roasted turkey thighs with creamy mashed potatoes (made in the instapot) with roasted veggies.

    Unfortunately, my shift switch got denied and I’m on days this week. At least it’s only two days before I head off to K-town for my 30th (ugh) year Homecoming.

    • Dinner sounds delicious!

      Yeah I can’t say that normally I associate any particular car brand with bad drivers here.

      The running joke in St Louis area is it’s the Joyers who are the horrible drivers. Joyers are people with the 99.1JOYFM radio station stickers on their cars. It’s a Christian radio station and often drivers would have more than 1 sticker for it on their cars. I guess it makes Jesus happier when there’s more than 1 sticker?

      • Yeah, around here when you see the fundie stickers on a car, you keep your distance. They are invariably shit drivers.

      • The Joyers have never really registered with me either way (even in person, until that one time you pointed out the two people in matching shirts). But if I’m behind a car whose license plates haven’t been updated for a year or two, or temp tags that expired at least that time ago (or, even worse in that case, ones that’ve been partially — or totally — ripped off to obscure the expiration date), then you better believe my ass is changing lanes as soon as possible.

    • You are a great son!  Never forget that!

    • WTF?  How does that happen?

      • 1st train in the AM.  Tree probably fell overnight. Wooded area too, so probably very dark a 6am, didn’t see it till too late .

  3. My son made it back from a two day drive with his buds to climb Mt. Washington. He said the winds up there were 80+ mph the day before they got there, only about 10 mph when they climbed. It also snowed.

  4. “Winter is icummen in,
    Lhude sing Goddamm,
    Raineth drop and staineth slop
    And how the wind doth ramm!”

    • When I was in grade school I learned to play Sumer Is Icummen In on the recorder. Imagine this, except played by a far less competent little kid. I’m impressed my parents didn’t put me out in the street.

       

      • I remember our recorder “set” also came with an actual vinyl record that was supposed to have instructions and examples to go with the paper book. This being around 1994, my dad still had a turntable connected to the speakers so I could in theory play this record.

        However, it was also not enjoyable and made the dog howl (as did my attempts* at playing) so my parents were like “never use that record again or we’ll break it.”

        *Just for the record, me and another girl won the 4th grade class contest for best recorder duet, so I was good at the recorder. However, good at playing the recorder in 4th grade really amounts to fuck-all musically.

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