Monthly Archives: August 2017
The saga begins with the delivery of the large box. Our mailman dumped this large box on the porch Saturday afternoon.
I go out to get it and…. I can’t lift the danged thing.
Tried several times…. Not moving it at all.
Oh great. Now what?
Bang on the next door neighbor’s door.
Well, V’s husband carried it into my house. He’s strong and he even struggled to lift it. Once he got it into the house My turn at it began again.
I dragged the box from the living room to the kitchen. Once there, I opened (cut into pieces) the big box and slid it off the smaller box carrying the dehumidifier..
Still unable to lift, the now, smaller box.
Spent the rest of the day watching for young man who lives across the street to appear outside. No such luck.
Sunday rolled around.
I see my neighbor’s son show up for a visit with his parents. I ask him to carry it to the basement which he does with a smile. He helped get it out of the box too.
After doing your basic set up tinkering, my dehumidifier is now making my basement dryer.
The Women’s right to vote was ratified this day in 1920.
Let that sink in.
My mother was 5 years old.
It’s way past time for the good old boy society to step down from government and hang their heads in shame.
Since the election of the #orangeidiot we’ve seen women’s rights stripped away one by one.
The systematic destruction of our clean air, water, and wildlife protections.
The rise of racism supported by the #whitehouserat.
Science has been set aside in favor of zealous religious bigotry and pandering.
Wild spending of the American citizens’ taxes on golfing, vacationing, and lining the pockets of the extremely wealthy.
Programs designed to aid the American people to their pursuit of life, liberty and happiness have been pillaged and looted.
I, for one, am beyond ready to see this administration leave in handcuffs.
A rare treat in this house. I don’t often buy it for us.
I thought we earned a gallon of it when I saw the salted caramel toffee label calling out to me from the freezer case.
This is the first time in a very long time that my freezer is almost empty. I held off on our food order this time so we could use up more of the food before a delivery arrived.
A delivery arrives later today.
Yay. Because it is scary to see my freezer so empty.
Book value on The Curmudgeon’s pick up truck is nowhere near what he thinks it should be. However, the cost of his insurance, registration, and inspections each year are almost three times what my van costs. Not to mention what it costs to fill his gas tank.
He drives his truck maybe once every 3 or 4 months.
I say he should sell it and buy a cheap to run used car. We have no use for a gas guzzling pick up these days.