Tuesday … or Tew’s Day if you are a traditional pagan. Or the third day of the week if you are Jew or American. Or the 2nd day of the week if you are European or another country bound by international standard ISO 8601. Which makes me wonder why the US doesn’t abide by ISO 8601. I think I’ll chase that one down, but not today.
Gray tornado laden skies today, six chances in ten that it will rain, and a high near 80° F. Not good porch sittin’ weather, but I supposed I could have rolled the awning out and braved it. Oh well.
News is a bit thin today. The rockets have stopped in Israel. Not sure if that is good or bad. But I don’t live with it every day, so I just mutely accept it. Well, maybe not so mutely. Hamas was not dealt a decisive blow, so there will be a repeat in the future … count on it.
Beaker da Budgie is molting again, and feathers are everywhere. She sure molts a lot, but the experts just shrug and say some birds are like that. The hand training is still on, and I can now put my hand in her cage without her panicking if I take the time to irritate her first. Seems that parakeets thrive on strife.
And the tractor repairs are still awaiting me … as well as old Bucephalus needing a new battery. I am too weak to take on more than one project, and I have had such bad luck with SEARS repairs. At some point, you just give up on them … they used to be reasonably competent. Sad.
So … with any luck I’ll get old the old Dodge going this week … and when the rain ends, maybe the tractor will get repaired. Or not.
Today is Snookums work day. She is sort of like a checkout girl at the local food bank one afternoon a week. She is as responsible as it gets when it comes to punctuality and dedication and she has been doing this for several years now. She is more of a doer than I … I tend towards wishing people to be warmed and filled, where she will warm and fill them. But I still get to be the spiritual giant of the household … go figure!
So go the days as I return to the old coffee posts …