The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. ―Edmund Burke
We are to believe this emanated from a President of the United States?
The guy needs to be impeached. NOW, not later. What incredible evil!
One thing’s for sure: he doesn’t speak for me. The rest of us — those of us who have any common decency left — need to get him out of office and see that he doesn’t pretend to speak for any Americans. At all. Ever.
What a horror show!
No kidding! WEIRD noise emanates in through the back window. WHAT THE DICKENS!??
Roll out of the sack, stagger out to the kitchen, throw open the door, listen….
Forgawdsake!
It’s the neighbor’s rooftop wind bonnet, whirring around and around in this evening’s rather brisk breeze. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Jeez. Ever think of lubricating the damn thing, folks? 😀
Welp. Next time I have a roof or AC workman over here, I’ll ask if they’ll let me send him up on top of their house to fix that thing.
Meanwhile, we have tonight….which promises to be a bit on the sleepless side.
It’s the weirdness of it that’s scary. Like…in the minutes since I posted the last weird FaM entry, the wind — which had been blowing briskly — has stopped dead.
No, that’s not an exaggeration. We’re talkin’ STOPPED. DEAD. Not a breath of air stirring. Whaaaa??????
No kidding: just a few moments it was whirling around. Now: nothing.
Why?
How?
And if it has meaning,, what does it mean?
LOL! Now what on EARTH is the matter with me!!?????
How weird is this? I’m scared!
No, nothing’s going on, other than high clouds and a brisk wind.
No, no burglars seem to be lurking about.
No, nothing’s wrong with the house — not that I can tell, anyhow.
No, the sky is not falling.
No, the dog is not on alert. She’s snoozing at the foot of the bed, fully unalarmed.
Well…yeah: we do have some brisk winds and some lively clouds. But they all seem to be staying aloft. 😀
So. Whence this weird, uneasy feeling that SOME damnfool thing is either happening or about to happen?
Skeert!!!!!!!
Oh, my goodness!!!!! How DO some folks survive?
Just visited by a lovely plumber, employed by the City of Phoenix. The guy is going around working on the water meters, which reside in holes in the ground in our front yards. As we scribble, Wunderground says it’s a chilly 85 degrees out there (and yeah: that IS chilly for this time of year…), overcast with a 32% chance of rain.
My water meter is installed underground. So the guy has gotta grunt and groan around to get at it. Then do the job. Then put the thing back together. Then get everything re-installed…underground.
Am I impressed by these guys? Lemme tellya impressed.
He took the contraption apart. Did the work on it. Put it back together. I trotted out to tell him the terlet didn’t seem to be working right. He trudged inside the house. Tested everything. Saw to it that the system was indeed working. And…yeah: trudged back into the heat.
Man! Do I appreciate the work that guy does! Looks like the whole thing is now working perfectly.
Amazing!
Just stumbled in the door from a good hour and & a half of traipsing through THE most gawdawful heat!
Temp out there, actually, is just not that hot. Only 94 degrees. But the humidity is at 9 percent. When the temp is at that level, a little humidity feels like a LOT of humidity! Whew!
Hiked up to the mall to the north of the ‘Hood, where I hoped to talk with a storefront lawyer there about some minor matter. Of course, he was long gone. So was just about anyone else.
Blech! Will have to traipse up there again tomorrow morning.
Oh, Helle’s Belles! I only just noticed this is Sunday!!! Heeeeee! No wonder no one was there!!!!!
Oh well. Got some exercise, anyway.
If the temp had been about 10 degrees cooler, it would’ve been a lovely day for a nice, long walk. Gorgeous clear skies. Clean, clean air. Kids playing. Sun shining.
Oh, well….