Is Sunday your day of rest, or is it your day to catch up on all the chores that have gotten out of hand over the past week? I try to reserve at least a part of Sunday for sloth-like non-activities.
You bright lights are much better at current events than am I, so please, have at it! What is going on in the world that we should be aware of? You folks must have a whole bunch to say about the latest indictment news, yes?
Here is a Sunday Vibes Tweet:
There are a few bands appropriate to the day and season, The Sundays with Summertime and Taking Back Sunday with So Last Summer:
So what is up? Political scandal? Republican shenanigans? Environmental tragedies? Gun violence? Or have you some happy news? Share with us, please!
its the 24h of le mans
i havent been to bed yet
when it finishes more or less mugello moto gp starts
i may have gasoline running through my veins
Dat u?
maybe!
one of favourite songs thats for sure
had to put out the cat tent
see….once upon a time some probably well meaning sciency types came to the conclusion hoomans need natural light to be happy
and that kinda came to be a law
course the somewhat less well meaning bosses figured having big windows we could look out of would be far too distracting for us trained monkeys and no work would ever get done again…..and so fucking sky lights were invented
turning every fucking non airconditioned factory or shop floor into an oven the moment the sun shines
on the upside tho….whilst my cats now need a tent….i’m not even breaking a sweat
Aww, I love that you do this for your kitties. 🥰
well tbh…it was the kid tent once upon a time….
but as shes 20 now its been repurposed
Memories! Of the Way We Were! When I was growing up there were way more kids than available bunk space, so once summer rolled around, out of boredom, we used to have sleepovers. But not in a house. In a backyard. A warm, clear night, why not, there would be six or eight of us, we’d all keep an eye on each other so that no one was carried off by wolves (or “Gypsies.”) What a wolf or a Gypsy would do with me or my other eight-year-old buddies I don’t know. I do remember the adventure of it, though.
I once…I’ll back up. I’m the godfather to three children. One of them is a blood relative, a nephew, who eerily resembles me. I look(ed) almost exactly like my father, who was a very handsome man, and so my nephew really resembles his grandfather, not me. One year I decided that he and his mother (my sister) and I should go down to Washington, DC, as part of a, I don’t know, misguided civics exercise. He was a little too young for it and today claims he doesn’t remember any of it.
What I remember is that it wasn’t that long after 9/11. But it was long enough, it was 2003, I think. We had just invaded Iraq and conquered Baghdad. Our troubles were only beginning. We got to the Washington Monument, where there was heavy security, and security theater. But rather than stopping and frisking men of Middle Eastern origin in their 20s, which would be done in Israel, they would stop and frisk the least likely to object. We got to the front of the line, eventually, and my nephew, who was 6 I think, was selected for a good going over. It was actually kind of fun for him, I think, because he was singled out, and he wasn’t fondled or anything, and I said to him, “You were a good soldier. Very brave.”
What in the world was the point of this? Oh yes, I remember. So I picked this hotel in DC in the sort-of Internet age and it was supposed to be a pullout couch in one room and then two queen-sized beds in another. My plan was that I would sleep on the couch, pullout or not, and my sister and nephew could each have a big bed. Plus the suite came with a kitchen, and my nephew was a very picky eater at the time. No allergies real or imagined, luckily, just the usual juvenile “uggh, yucky” response.
The room that we got was not exactly as advertised. It was one big room. A huge room, actually. With a fully functional kitchen. The first night, I made up the pullout couch for myself but my nephew decided that he wanted to “camp” there so fine. He doesn’t remember this, but his father told me that when he accompanied his son, this nephew, to a cub scout meeting, to discuss a camping trip if the boys were willing, the scout leader asked if any of the boys had ever gone camping. My nephew waved his hand around excitedly and apparently said something like, “I have! Washington, DC. Our nation’s capital!”
The scout leader was a little taken aback, because despite its many charms DC is not known for its camping options. I mean now it is because everyone is “camping” everywhere, but at the time that would have been strange. So his father, my brother-in-law, had to explain that there was a big shared hotel room and my nephew had slept on a pullout couch for the first time in his life, and wasn’t in a sleeping bag panhandling in that park near the White House.
When I used to work in restaurants, especially in MS, the temp would routinely hit 120 in the kitchen in the summer. So I’m fairly impervious to it now.
Rain and storms in the forecast. I’ll watch for a break so I can walk Fanny. Other than that I want to do as little as possible.
You know, one of the things I have observed, and I don’t know if it’s true about Fanny, is that the more “houndish” the dogs are the more they love horrible weather. Faithful Hound is a black Lab. His predecessor was a German shepherd mix. They love/d horrible weather. Faithful Hound loves nothing better than to stand, stock still, face pointed into the wind, and let the wind and rain and sleet and snow (although that’s been rare) envelop him in its cold, soggy embrace.
She does not like rain and cut our walk short because it was sprinkling. She’s very pampered and hounds are notoriously sensitive in nature.
I think my hounds are communing with their wolfish ancestors, imagining wandering the forests of northern Europe, and thinking, “the rain and snow will maybe wash up a fish or kill a small creature I can eat so let’s take a look around!”
Our first couple of dogs were very pampered and small breeds, the second one was a little overbred, poor guy, and they hated inclement weather. Except for the terrier. She couldn’t stand snow while it was falling, but once it had stopped and the city had snowbanked all the parked cars, and we lived near a park and the city of course is under no obligation to follow its own rules and clear the public sidewalks, she loved that. Four-foot-high snowbanks and she’d dive in, headfirst. More than once I had to almost strangle her by pulling her out of a snowbank by her leash and collar.
Good times. That dog also lived to be 16 1/2, but that’s not nearly so unusual for a terrier as it is for German shepherd mix.
Chore day over here. Just switched on the portable AC unit in the garage so we can do laundry in less than 120 degree temperatures. Might squeak in a little fun.
Normally Sunday takes on an element of chore day because of needing to do food prep for the work week. But I’m not consistent with any sort of cleaning schedule so it’s not a structured “this is how the house is cleaned” day.
A lot of Sundays end up being yard work mornings for me since I can do stuff before it gets hot outside.
An entire section of northbound I-95 in Philadelphia is gone as a truck fire caused a bridge to collapse.
https://www.inquirer.com/news/live/i-95-philadelphia-bridge-fire-collapse-traffic-20230611.html
Holy fucking shit!!
That’s gonna be a nightmare for weeks
No kidding. It seems like it can take years to build a new bridge, and this is going to mean demolition and cleanup before any of that. I can’t imagine what that will do to traffic. There are detours through NJ, but I can’t imagine they’re ready to handle all of the additional traffic.
Words to live by if you have mass transit available.
Last 2 days were rain & cold. Today is warm & sunny so taking my eldest kayaking. I need to work on my orca calls, she really wants to see orcas up close.
I’ve got your turtle content for today. How cute is this little guy looking out the window like a dog? LOL
The turtle is thinking, “In the last 20 minutes we have gone farther than I could travel in six years! What is this thing I’m in and what is it called?”
Funny pix, but I am sure there are people who will think these things will actually protect their chickens.
Any halfway serious predator will figure out how to pin it down and start pulling pieces of the poor chickens out bit by bit.
https://www.chickenorb.com
A day of rest on Sunday? Sure, somewhat, I guess. Mostly, I just take it whenever I can find it, though. . . .
Oh, and I just changed my plans, and I’m flying to Miami on Tuesday now.
No, no. I don’t mean this Tuesday because that just would be stupid and and unpleasant, and I’m not the one who needs to have a stupid and and unpleasant time there, after all. What happened was that I happened to check the schedule for the ATA conference that’s being held there again this fall and saw that the sitting for the certification exam is set for Wednesday afternoon, which is when I was due to fly in. So, I went ahead and made a free $10 change to my reservation on Southwest and then booked an extra night at the hotel, so now I’m set unless they fuck around with the schedule again. And should I happen to be able to pay for the damn thing with the subrogation reimbursement for my insurance deductible after a guy didn’t slow down in time and rear-ended my car while it was stopped in traffic three months ago . . . well, that’ll just be gravy, won’t it?