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Posted on 05/03/2008 8:48:06 AM PDT by HairOfTheDog
Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is anoble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
One just never knows what kinds of natural disasters will strike, and in which part of the country. We just do what we can. But I really feel for those folks, because it will take them a while to get their lives back together.
He needs a car to get ~to~ work. So that’s an immediate concern. But, at least he’s stepping up and doing what he needs to do. He also knows if he screws this up his uncle will never do anything else for him.
Glad the Mommas are eating.
It was brutal when I flew back into Boston yesterday, though. It was 96 degrees, and, especially in the parking garage, the air was still and very humid. SirKit had the A/C going at the house, so they've been comfortable during this heat wave. It's supposed to cool down to the mid-80s this week, so that will be nicer for working in, outside.
The floods here are higher than anyone has ever seen. Literally, we crossed the high water mark recorded 150 years ago today and we expect to go another 4-5 feet higher, here. Down in Iowa City, there were some coffer dams in the river to allow for some construction, and some neighborhoods that would never otherwise have been in the flood zone are under water.
Now, some folks did build in a flood zone and I don’t have much sympathy for them, but there’s hundreds and hundreds who weren’t underwater back in 93, and are now.
One nice thing about Joseph going to Southern Miss, is that there is family down there if he needs something. One of my girl cousins works on campus, with all the International students, in the same building as the Honors College, and she told me that she'd be glad to take Joseph on Wally World runs, etc, with her foreign students. And the niece who lives in New Orleans, has already invited him to come stay with her, when he feels like it; even offered to drive up to get him! What a sweetie. When she dropped him off at the airport last Friday morning, he leaned back in the car and said, "Thank you for your warm, Southern hospitality". She just laughed and said "Brown-noser!". LOL!
A local homeschool dad that owns a top-notch construction company is lookin’ fer young men fer his crew... he’d be outta yer already thinnin’ hair...
but, can he be trusted with a hammer?...
Walmart has just for parents/students refillable “charge cards.”
Parent’s version is “Reload.”
Student’s version is “Freeload.”
:-)
Nice new kitten pictures. Hope someone responds to the flyers...
You know, I’ve identified with Jr a lot, Corin...a lot.
I was on probation when I was in my second semester of college (drama major) because I hadn’t done very well on my first semester. I’d lost my drama scholarship and was just barely able to go back for the second semester. I just had goofed off.
Sometime during the first few weeks of the second semester, I just quit going to class. Didn’t drop them...nothing. I failed every class. I just partied and watched soap operas. I was so clueless.
My folks found out and came and got me. I knew they were coming to get me and I got hammered and didn’t come in till like 3am. The next morning around 8am, I hear this banging on my door and I’m thinking “What the...???” and then remembered my parents were coming to get me.
I went home and lived with them, working in my mom’s shoe store for a while. I actually did very well...like Jr, I was basically a very personable and hard-working person...just had a problem with focus. But once I got the management down of that shoe store I did really well.
But then my mom found out I was calling my boyfriend from college and she fired me and kicked me out of the house. (She, uh...didn’t like him.)
That’s when I went to work with the tax office...measuring houses in the south Texas heat for tax appraisals. Again, I liked it! I could drive all over the countryside, visit with mostly nice folks and smoke like a freight train! Heh heh! It didn’t pay much and I was classified as below the poverty level, but my cousin helped me out by letting me live in a gigantic apartment over their department store (you know the kind...over old buildings.) So, like Jr’s uncle, family helped me out a bit.
Then, I got laid off, moved back in with my folks and decided to join the navy. I also applied for the local junior college nursing program and because I was below poverty level, I got the entire thing paid for by the government. The day I was supposed to get my physical for the navy, I got accepted into vocational nursing. (I don’t feel bad about taking government assistance...I later went on to put myself through RN school and Steve through his bachelors and masters. They’ve gotten a lot of tax dollars back because of that small investment in me.)
So at the age of 23, I moved back into a dorm and buckled down and grew up.
Some people just take a bit longer to grow up than others.
Same thing happened with Katrina. There were areas on the Gulf Coast that had NEVER flooded, even with Camille in 1969, and the big hurricane of '47. Many had asked about flood insurance over the years, and were told they were not in a 'flood zone' so they didn't need it. Some bought it anyway, just in case, but most didn't. They returned to find slabs, if that, and were out of luck, because their regular homeowner's insurance covered almost nothing.
Heh, Joseph is amused.
Dang, son! You a Renaissance Man!
The latest wrinkle is the families who have never left their FEMA trailers, and are now blaming high formaldehyde levels for all their kids’ ills. Apparently the fact that they haven’t bothered to move anywhere else and tried to do better for their families, which, to me, implies a certain attitude toward everything in life, has NOTHING to do with their childrens’ illnesses. These folks don’t have local jobs, so they’re not tied to S. Mississippi. They could move elsewhere, and likely with govt. assistance, because they’re “Katrina victims”, but they’re just plain lazy!
It was such a lot of fun, and just cemented our decision to move back. Now we just gotta get this house finished and SOLD!
Aw nuts. It’s a shame to lose a single one.
We got into a dispute with our neighbor yesterday after Steve got home and I am so upset
Sigh. As you know, our septic tank failed a couple of months ago and we had to dig into his yard to connect on to the city sewer. When Steve told him we were going to have to, he said he wanted us to put gravel in his car port. We thought he meant if we had to dig in his carport he wanted us to repair it with gravel, which sounded reasonable. It ended up that we only dug a hole in his side yard and as soon as it got inspected, we refilled the hole and I offered to re-sod the area, but his wife said not to worry about it. It has since all grown over with grass again.
So yesterday after Steve got in, Steve went and mowed and the man approached him and said “When are you going to put the gravel down in my car port?” Steve was so stunned he just said “Hold on” and came and talked to me about it. Apparently the guy wants us to gravel his car port as “payment” for allowing us into his yard to connect on to the city pipe!
I told Steve we weren’t obligated to gravel his car port!!! We didn’t even have to have his permission back there, because we had a permit from the city to access that main!
I’m so upset because the man isn’t in his right mind...he’s elderly, a drunk, and has a shotgun. Not a good combo, you know?
Well, when Steve went back out to finish mowing, the man wasn’t there anymore, and so he didn’t have to deal with it. But I have a feeling this is going to get worse before it gets better.
WTF?!?
good grief...
I bet he’s no match fer a box fan...
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