Apr 20

Day 19,938

Hey kids, old fat grampa Bob here, throwing down a little script before I call it a night.

It was kind of funny. I was putting away some clothes just a few moments ago, and right after I got done, Lisa comes into the bedroom, ready for the night, and she asks me if I would mind if she watched some of the news. Of course, I was fine with it. I told her, “I still have two hundred words to get down in my blog before I hit the sack”.

With a rather wry smile, she looked up at me and said, “You know what I would do? I would just write TWO HUNDRED WORDS”.

I like the way my baby thinks, but I also had to confess that I had done that before, in an effort to create some sort of smartass shortcut.

I’m writing this for my future progeny. My grandchildren, and maybe even my great-grandchildren.

Who knows, maybe one day I’ll even be the subject of some report for some descendant of mine who needs a little help.

“My great grampa wrote in his blog every day”.

You know what, that kind of thing appeals to me every time I think about it.

Peace y’all.

Apr 19

Day 19,937

Good day, whoever you might be reading this missive, this slice of my brain that tries to get onto the page before something coagulates.

Today has been a bit on the uninteresting side. Took care of some reading early in the day, ran my car in to have it serviced while I grabbed a bite of lunch at a place across the street from my mechanic, followed by a hefty portion of my remaining afternoon perched on a John Deere X380 Riding Lawn Mower.

After a couple hours of that, we settled in for a nice meal, meatloaf, potatoes, and green beans (how much more standard midwest fare are you going to find?), and then we watched a little television, alternating between the news of the day and a couple of recorded episodes of “The Big Bang Theory”.

My legs are wiped out. It’s funny how tired you can get on a riding lawn mower. You would think that it wouldn’t be so bad, but I think it’s the vibration that gets to me. My yard could stand a little smoothing out, and riding that mower with the throttle set of high combined with the rotation of the blades send some vibration through one’s body. Not an overwhelming discomfort, but it does tire you out.

So, to that end, old grampa Bob is going to call it a night.

Peace y’all.

Apr 18

Day 19,936

Hey, future progeny, what’s shakin’? Old grampa Bob here just recapping a little of what will one day become ancient history.

Growing up, there weren’t a lot of science fiction options on TV. Lost in Space, Star Trek, The Six Million Dollar Man, and a few other shows of arguable import.

Lost in Space was one of those show we’d watch after school. The Robinsons, with Dr. Smith, and the Robot were part of my steady afterschool fare.

Today I wrapped up Netflix’s reboot of the original Lost in Space series. There were some notable changes to the characters as well as the plotline. First of all, the scientific leader of the family is Maureen Robinson. She’s a Ph.D. in an engineering discipline, I’d guess mechanical or aerospace. John Robinson is no longer the Guy Williams type – he’s a Navy SEAL, played by Toby Stephens, the son of one of the grand dames of the stage and screen, Dame Maggie Smith. It was the first time I recall seeing Toby Stephens in something interesting since he was a featured baddy in a James Bond movie twenty years ago.

Jonathan Smith played the over-the-top Dr. Smith in the original series, half saboteur, half medical doctor, one hundred percent self-serving. In the new series, he has been replaced with Parker Posey… and they’ve gone a little off the rails with that character. She’s adopted the persona of a real doctor, but in reality, it’s more appropriate to describe her as a mental patient with some serious issues.

It’s worthwhile. I particularly like Molly Parker as Maureen Robinson. I liked her as Alma Garret on Deadwood. She pulls off the engineer/mom role very well.

That’s all I’ve got for now, but I hope you have a great day.

Peace y’all.

Apr 17

Day 19,935

OK, I’ve done something, and I’m going to write about it, because what the heck, I’ve got something to write about.

I joined the Dollar Shave Club.

I was a little skeptical at first, but I’ve received my first shipment, and I can’t say I’m disappointed.

I received my razor-blade handle, four blades, some shaving butter, some shower gel, and a few of their sanitary wipes.

I’ve always been a fan of Edge gel. Now, those of you that have never met me, you should know that I’ve been shaving my head and most of my face for twenty years. I’m not going t say that I’m some expert on shaving, but on a daily basis, I do shave more surface area than the average person.

I was impressed. I really liked the weight of my new razor, and the way it’s created, it makes it easier to hear the sound of the blade cutting through the whiskers.

I know that’s not a big deal to some people, but I’m the kind of guy that wants to be able to drag a cotton ball across my head when I’m done shaving in the morning.

Yeah, I’m a little weird that way.

I look forward to continuing my experience with Dollar Shave Club.

Peace y’all.

Apr 16

Day 19,934

Hey, young ones, it’s the old fat grampa again, just slapping a few words onto the page, as I have done for the last year and some change.

Still down with this respiratory crap. Coughing fits followed by sneezing fits, followed by having all of the energy sapped from my body. Not a lot of fun.

Didn’t have the most productive day, for obvious reasons, and I’ll likely hit the hay early tonight, too, and see if one more good sleep will help me kick this crap.

Lisa has invited some people from work over for dinner tomorrow, so that means I have to stuff to get done throughout the day in anticipation of that.

Can’t forget I need to pick Gracie up at the auto shop at one o’clock tomorrow, too.

Lisa is currently watching one of her crime shows, either “Criminal Minds” or “Law and Order: SVU’. She likes the fact that they always get their suspect in the end.

I’m not as into that type of show. I’d rather laugh about something before going to bed than see something involving a murder, whether fake or real.

That’s all I’ve got for right now. As I told you earlier, I’m not having the best couple of days from a health perspective.

I hope you are well.

Peace y’all.

Apr 15

Day 19,933

Sunday night, and I’ve been dealing with some sort of funk today that decided to take residence in my sinuses and pound on my brain with a viral sledgehammer.

Lisa is down with it, too, although she thinks she’s on the tail end of it and maybe I’m on the front end.

This next week is looking to get busy, lots of things to get squared away for tomorrow and Tuesday. I have a pretty long list.

Lots for the think about. I seem to be waxing a bit philosophical today, reading passages by philosophers and poets, ideas about our place in the universe, and how we are accompanying each other on a journey.

And then the sniffles and the sneezing kick back in for a spell.

I’ve got too much to do to feel like crap.

9:40.

And about another sixty words and I’ll hit the sack.

Sometimes those sixty words pour out like so much coffee or tea from a silver serving pot.

Other times, it’s more of a struggle.

Writing on demand isn’t something that I excel at, another form of performance anxiety I suppose.

I wonder what would happen if I just forced myself to sit in front of a screen and write, choosing to ignore all other distractions.

Time will tell, I guess.

Peace y’all.

Apr 14

Day 19,932

It’s a Saturday night back here in rural Douglas County. My wife and daughter have returned safely from the conference in Atlanta, and for that, I am truly grateful. I always get a little protective when my wife and kids travel, which means their safe return means that much more.

Other than that, we’ve played it rather safe today. Dane was serving at 4:00 Mass, so Lisa, Gracie and I attended then.

We collectively hit the grocery store afterward, then it’s been a pretty uneventful evening.

At this point, I’m just trying to crank out enough words to meet my pledge, then it will be time for me to skate off into the ethereal realm of sleep.

(Right now I’m looking at the little word count meter in the lower left-hand corner and wondering why one-hundred-and-thirty-five words look like so many more when they are sitting on the page)

I should be focused on the positive, though. My wife is home, and I always sleep better when she’s here. I get to sleep in tomorrow. We all do. And I do believe we will.

Lisa just let me know she is heading off to bed. That’s probably a pretty compelling sing that I should consider the same.

Peace y’all.

Apr 13

Day 19,931

Let the bombing begin!

OK, I have know idea what you kids are going to be like, or how the crazy things that are happening now are going to impact you in the coming years. Heck, if the current EPA administration, you may have become genetically modified to treat lead-tainted water.

Almost two years ago, I warned some people about Trump. I was concerned about his judgment, his personal life, and his business dealings with Russian interests.

Now, the Trump administration is looking for distractions, and when the fecal residue is hitting the oscillating blade, you need a distraction that isn’t just big, but BIG!

The bigliest of distractions.

Ugh.

I wonder how many people are going to have to die because the Donald had sex with a porn star that reminded him of his daughter.

Wow, that has to be such a compliment to Ivanka.

And then there’s whatever sort of emotional menudo that Melania has to be sorting through, discovering that her husband had at least two affairs while she was recovering from childbirth.

Stay classy, Trump.

In the meantime, I’m going to watch the news, do the dishes, do my laundry, and get a good night’s sleep.

Lisa and Bonnie get back tomorrow.

Peace y’all.

Apr 12

Day 19,930

It’s Thursday night. I need to write, but to be frank, I’d just like to take a long shower and go to bed.

Had lunch with Gracie over at Jason’s Deli. She had a sandwich, I had the taco salad. I do love the soft serve ice cream, especially with a little chocolate sauce. Oh, and never use the little tiny bowls they have right by the station. Grab a soup bowl, and go to town.

After that, I got a little serious about getting things done around the house. Hit Menards and Menards hit back, right in the checking account. Bought a tow-behind broadcast spreader, and a couple hundred pounds of weed and feed. I’m seeing a lot of dandelions popping up in the yard, and I’d rather be part of the solution than the problem on that front.

I mowed about an acre, maybe a little less. It’s hard to tell, but there is plenty of mowing yet to be done. I have such high hoped for my yard, but I also have to be realistic. It takes years to replace existing prairie grasses with something else like a fescue or Kentucky bluegrass.

Had Chinese tonight, some General Tso’s Chicken and Sesame Chicken. Nothing rea glorious.

Tomorrow – more mowing, weather permitting.

Peace y’all.

Apr 11

Day 19,929

It’s been a pretty busy Wednesday here in rural Douglas County. Several of us got up very early in the morning. Lisa and Bonnie had to get to the airport early to catch a 7:00 AM flight to Atlanta.

After that, I snagged a little breakfast at Big Biscuit, then it was over to Uhaul to grab a trailer, then head over to Clay Center to pick up a new lawnmower. Weird how a person can get excited over a new lawn mower, but, the truth is, it’s a cute little acquisition for the property. I figure we have 3.5 – 4 acres to mow, and this is right in that range.

My brother-in-law was more than happy to sell me a new mower.

Tomorrow will be busy as well, with lots of errands to run and laundry to wash.

I’ll sleep well tonight, I know. Getting up early means I spent whatever I had in the sleep bank. Time to get my balance back in the positive side tonight.

Tomorrow I sleep in.

Still have to get up to take the dogs out to pee, but then I can go back to bed afterward, right?

I’m exhausted and trying to fulfill a pledge. I’m probably not making a lot of sense right now.

Oh well. G’night.

Peace y’all.

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