Wednesday again

Blog, diary, journal, whatever, if anyone reads it, that’s their problem, not mine.

Feeling overwhelmed with exhaustion this morning, so a mug of hot black and several squares of dark.

Yesterday we drove out to Lynn Haven for Linda’s dental appointment. A low pressure system is over us, circulating somewhat and, this being Hurricane Season, trying to intimidate us. Two hours later we returned in a driving rainstorm that washed my car. Perfectly running, a sixteen going on seventeen year old car with less than 70,800 miles on it. I drive it once or twice a month, cold air, new tires, new wipers, fresh oil change, full tank of gasoline, ready to go. Everything works, easy in, easy out, fits Bubba just right.

Waiting right now. For a plumber to come install a new garbage grinder, replace the kitchen sink faucet and replace the laundry/pantry sink faucet. Last week Peaden’s rescheduled the plumber appointment for today. We’ll see. I don’t think they have their own plumbers and electricians, I think they call on contract plumbers and electricians who put on a Peaden’s uniform shirt for these service calls. But WTH do I know.

Yesterday when we arrived home the internet was out, still not working. I’ve called WOW and done all their drills. Unplug, wait, plug back in, the television internet is working fine, the regular house internet is not. No connectivity, whatever that means. Being no expert on these things, I think their modem was damaged during yesterday’s thinderstorm. Anyway, a WOW technician is to come between two and five this afternoon. If this nonsense gets posted it’ll have to be via “personal hotspot”

Cleaning out somewhat. Last evening I started on the closet in my study/office/den. There are half a dozen large boxes of papers, documents, wires, old cell phones, unused wire bound notebooks, old worn out computers. Came across two laptops that I don’t even remember ever having or using, obviously brought from The Old Place when we moved to 7H soon eight years ago. Doesn’t seem right to leave it to the next generation to clear out this mess, so I’m starting on it.

“Soon eight years ago”? Life really is short, you know that! Twenty years growing up. Twenty years Navy officering. Forty years parish priesting. Eighty-seven coming up. How long, O Lord?

RSF&PTL