Girl Scout Days

Yesterday we did truck day.  We parked at work, the pickup truck (I wasn't driving) loaded with merchandise.... and they were waxing in front of my vending machines. 

Now, something like that, I can take a couple of approaches. 
1.  Get a typical attitude "Y'all ruining my business.  You need to stop.  I have to make a living." 
2.  Go home.  [snort]  Tempted, though. 
3.  "Hi, I'm here, how can we work this out?  I know you need to do this, but I need to do that, if at all possible.  At the very least I need access to my stockroom, can we do that?" 

I took approach #3, and was not only able to access the stockroom, but stock the vending machines as well.  I call that a win. 

They did rush us at the end, though.  'You're about done, right?"  "Almost done?"  Etc.  But I understood THEY had work, just like I had, and we got out early. 

I hope my God time has made me a more sensitive and empathetic person.  I like to think it has.  They were smiling and pleasant, so they must have been satisfied. 

We came home, and I was actually able to take a nap.  I was thrilled.  #6's kids are out of school all this week. 

Now, it didn't work out to nap today, but I was still happy.

I debated checking my email, and decided to wait until today.  I was waiting to hear back from "The Big Boss". 

We have two directly above us, then the big boss above them.  Since Ron skipped the conference, he has to make it up somehow.  I submitted some ideas. 

I was worried he would say "No" and make us do something more complex, but he approved it.  Yay. 

One of them: take a CPR course, which I feel will actually serve the customers in the unlikely event someone has a problem in the cafeteria, while we're working. 

Also on the "to do" list, repair some siding (!) yet again, this time on the north side of the house.  It is cosmetic, but apparently a Very  Big Deal to the insurance company.  I mean, really?  You have nothing better to do? 

Not, Ron and I think, that they will ever pay any claims anyway.  Why would they?  It's really their job to get out of paying claims, when you think about it. 

 That, and the fact they change their name every year or so, have made us lose faith. 

My anxiety hasn't been as bad, amusingly enough, since I actually had things to worry about.

We were also contacted by the water department.  Apparently people are going around, banging on doors, saying they have to test the water from the taps.  What a great way to survey houses for future burglary.  The only people in my house are the ones I call. 

They are coming back a few days after the "water test" and claiming the water is grossly polluted, and selling a very expensive water filtration system. 

Years ago, a young man banged on my door, said he was doing an audit for energy efficient appliances, I "had" to let him into do an inspection, so he could suggest alternatives.  I told him, very politely, to go away.  He was shocked.  I don't know why. 

Why would I ever let a strange person into my home so they could evaluate me for a robbery? 

Lest I be accused of racism, my handyman is black, and very good at his job.  At his wages, he doesn't need to rob! 

At any rate, I don't worry about my water quality.  I never have since my Girl Scout days.  I enjoyed them, at least in Virginia. 

One time, they took us to the water treatment plant.  The manager did an excellent, and interesting, job of explaining all the steps they took to ensure I had clean water.  And I believe them. 

Now and again, I have mentioned a broken pipe or something to the water company, but that's about the extent of our interaction.  I read the water quality reports.  Ron has a faucet filter in addition to that, but I know I am blessed with potable water. 

So, on that front things are good. 

The cats are doing well. Biscuit remains the charmer, with Torbie in position #2.  Gravy's third, and Baby Girl is last.  She just wants to love us on her terms, not ours. 

Me, I like a hug now and then.  The boys are good for that.  I'm glad they're around. 

Today, I slept as late as I could and did my God Time, shower, and a little TV.  I tried to take a nap but I was too wound up on caffeine. 

I watched the first Hobbit movie, and Ron played a "funny" recording made 20 years ago.  I think it was Chris Rock.  I don't really find "black" humor, funny. 

Now, years ago I heard a very funny joke by a white comedian: What's the difference between a black boyfriend, and a white one?  The white guy pays the bills. 

Ha ha ha.  Me, I've only had Ron, who's black, and pays all the bills. 

Ron was disappointed I wasn't rolling on the floor, but I just don't find hostile racial/sex humor funny.  He records things, keeps hoping I will like them, I don't, he's disappointed. 

Well, I'm not going to lie.  That's one reason I don't watch sitcoms, I don't find them funny.  A lot of the humor is hostile or sex jokes. 

I enjoy my love life, with my husband, but I don't need to run around making jokes about it, constantly. 

Here's our only real joke:
Ron brags that I call him "The minute man".  The person starts to giggle. 
"Because I'm ready in a minute!" 
"No, because you're done in a minute!" 

(He's not).  That's it. 

Everyone always wants to know what you ate for Thanksgiving.  I had two giant handfuls of medication!  My, what a hearty meal they made. 

Then I had some leftover pizza.  Ron had some chicken/sausage gumbo. 

It's been my experience that those from SE Louisiana prefer an aquatic gumbo, all kinds of fish and seafood.  Those from NW Louisiana prefer a chicken and sausage with dark roux. 

We have, not one, but two, delicious "TV Dinner" gumbos in Ron's favorite style.  I bought him four and he ate one today for his Thanksgiving meal. 

I had the pizza.  I'm depressed anyway, I didn't feel cheated. 

I do wonder why I got one with sausage.  It doesn't always agree.