Saturday Night

 Well, it's cold out.  Not freezing cold, but cold enough for me to see my breath as I'm standing outside waiting for Howie to do his morning business.  Today is the last day for the chilliness, tomorrow starts a warm up which will again take up up into the 70s (F).  If the winter stays as warm as this autumn has been, it will be another cheap year as far as my heating bills.  I have no problem with that.

I didn't work yesterday.  Sadly, it turned out to be one of those... slow days.  I wrote.  I did some cleaning.  But mostly, I sat and scrolled through my phone looking for juicy bits that I found entertaining.

I do have to work this afternoon.  I'm not excited.  I changed my availability so I can only work Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday in the afternoon, and then 8 hours on Sunday.  I'm going to have to lose one of those afternoons. I now have a puppy that needs to be taken care of, and it's difficult to house train when I'm out of the house for 6 hours at a stretch.

Last night I went to see Saturday Night, a movie about the first night of Saturday Night Live, a TV show of skits, and musical acts that started 50 years ago.  I remember those shows.  I, along with millions of other people my age, glued ourselves to the TV every Saturday night for years laughing at the sometimes very absurd, usually adult humor.  I liked the movie a lot.  NBC did expect it to fail and was surprised when it became a big hit.  How original... live television every Saturday night.  The casting is good, most of the actors bear a resemblance to the original cast members.  The bits and pieces of the sketches they do in rehearsal are still very funny.  While it was nostalgic, most importantly, the movie gives the audience how complicated live television can be, and how talented those young people were in order to make it work so successfully.

And yesterday the Orange Anus had another really bad day.  He was in Chicago to interviewed about his economic policies and... failed in a very public manner.  There are so many snippets of his bad interview to watch.  I do believe he thought this was going to be nothing more than softball questions he could avoid and just bloviate about whatever he wanted.  That was not the case.  My favorite was when he was corrected after calling Governor Newsome,  new scum.  His reaction was to say, "you're the first person to correct me."  Now how big of an Ouch is that.  He was then scolded on air with, "Any CEO of a Fortune 500 company saying that would be terminated immediately."  I'm surprised none of you could hear me laughing.  

Later yesterday evening he had a rally in... Wisconsin, I think, and it went poorly because his brain was still seething.  This is a man who, like the a large number of Republicans, is used to saying "Shut up, I'm in charge."  That is not happening.  His concepts of unformulated plans are being mocked by so many people.  As a result, last evening is standard word salad was run through a meat grinder in front of a live audience.  Does anyone know if that meltdown was televised?

Joe Biden's 5 minutes

 The temps outside are a cool 63 (F), and so far the day is breeze with clouds scuttling across the sky.  The sun will popping out every now and then, which will be nice, so, weather wise the days should be fairly nice.

The first load of laundry is in the washer and will be hung out to dry shortly.

Yesterday, as expected, work was boring.  I did get a measure and sold one of my installations, but mostly I just sat around. Management was quite happy with my sales for last week and rewarded me with a $10 gift card to use in the store.  I could have gotten a card to use for fast food, but I don't eat it.  

And I'm planning on today being pretty much of a lazy day.  I do need to run to my neighborhood Giant supermarket to make a few purchases, and the gas tank of my car needs filled, but otherwise I'm not planning on doing to much, except possibly a bike ride this afternoon, and working on the new book.

Looking at my sneakers, I'm probably going to buy a new pair for Greece.  I own two pair, one being white, not a good color for trudging through archeological site, and the other navy blue, those being my work shoes.  They would be find, however, there is a tear on the right sneaker next to my small toe and it seems to grow larger every time I wear them, and my thought is that it would be rather amusing if that toe should pop out while trekking through Mycenae... well, maybe not.

I did watch the first night of the Democratic convention.

It was quite enjoyable.  I understand there was some whining because Biden didn't speak until late, that he should have been on during prime time.  Gee, I hate to tell those whiners, but he was on in primetime for the Central Time zone, and also Mountain Time, and primetime was just getting started in California.  We're a big country and his appearance was scheduled to maximize his exposure in all 48 states.

For those who missed it, Joe Biden received an almost 5 minutes standing ovation when he walked out onto the stage.

Orangie's already complaining.  He started a day ago, lying about his ratings, that his convention of Doom and Gloom had the greatest ratings ever.  The Democrats are going to send more cracks to splinter his fragile ego, concussing his neurons, trashing his transmitters, causing a serious seepage of unfettered lies to try and foil, and fail, as he flails in his attacks.  In other words, his meltdowns are now going to be accompanied with the percussive sounds of stomping feet.

One pundit noted that the Democrats have left behind "when they go low, we go high."  Not anymore, baby.  When Republicans go low, we're going to continue to slap them silly.

 

Melting Down

 And so Friday is upon us.  Weather wise, it's supposed to be another really nice day with temps in the mid-80s (F) and plenty of sunshine.  The weekend however?  Well, forecasters are saying we're going to have overcast skies, it's going to be humid, and there will be showers and thunderstorms.  That's okay with me.  I work weekends.

If those weather predictions hold out, the store will be slow.  That's normal for this time of year.  We always get the "back to school doldrums," because families usually set aside these weeks for vacation.  Those that don't go on vacation are usually busy buying back to school clothing for their children.  Even the great, orange, home improvement retailer I work for has "back to school" specials; needing to compete with Walmart and Target is the only way to grow market share.

So, I've joined the Vizsla club on Facebook.  The time has come to start the puppy search.  Someone said I should have begun looking a few weeks back, but I don't need to pick one up the first day I get back from Greece.  I've waited this long, I can wait for another few weeks.  

Much was accomplished yesterday, including a 3 mile walk at Adams Ricci, and an 8 mile bike ride.  The rose bushes out front were trimmed back, as were the peony bushes.  My dahlias are coming in nice.  Tammy, from across the street, gave me some earlier in the summer, but they're small, no more than 8 inches high.  The ones I plant from bulbs usually grow to around 2 feet with large blooms.  Here's are tiny, and they look more like zinnias.

Yesterday, the Spawn of Satan, Donald Trump, threw a party in an attempt to get media attention that his petty little ego craves.  MSNBC didn't carry it, in fact they criticized his futile attempt to spread his lies and deceit.  CNN started to carry it live, and then cut away.  Only Fox Entertainment stayed for the duration.  There were supposed to be a few softball questions after his rambling ended but tell me, does anybody care?  Some people did torture themselves by watching in order to report on his dementia.   He complained that he had every right to verbally attack Kamala Harris because, among other things, she called him weird.  You have to admit, complaining about being called weird is... well, pretty weird.  Most mature people would simply brush it off, however, his skin is so incredibly skin, his festering ego so fragile, calling him weird is like throwing water on the wicked witch of the West.  By calling him weird, those who want to, get to see him public melting down.