Searching for calories to replace what I burned at the end of my jog, I find them (and then some) at a Sonic Drive In. Perfect. I didn’t even have to put my t shirt on. The car hop brought it outside to my steel mesh table. This was in need of a good steam clean and I felt a tinge of O.C.D. (ala Tony Shalhoubis) as I considered putting a napkin down for each elbow to rest upon. Instead, I left behind my own sweaty schmutz added to the layers.

I survived the wait-in-line ordeal at the DMV. They’ve got the processing of license renewals down to an exact science and it was a reasonably streamlined operation. This age of innocence is passing. I read in the paper about the Bush proposal to upgrade homeland security. Included therein, is the suggestion for the adoption of uniform laws for the issuance of driver’s licenses. This has nothing to do with automobile usage or driver safety. I fear that the next time I have to go in for the road sign test, I’ll be getting a background check as well.

Capillary action has drawn moisture to the backside of the rain gutter. The shingles were a bit short over the edge. Over time the wood rotted and hence the repair in progress that you see here. Pesky wasps are using this slot as their gateway into the biggest, finest hive they ever dreamed for.

Climbing aboard a 5 a.m. hotel shuttle I observed a wee little one riding shotgun. It’s great that children are able to spend a day with a parent at their job description but I don’t think that this was it. Unfair the disparity. Unfair that working parents in the affluent technology corridor where this hotel is situated have quality day care furnished as a career benefit while our driver hack has no such perk. No doubt he is an immigrant working all hours of the night to make ends meet. The child trying to catch Zsss in between dad’s 30 minute airport runs was quiet and unaware of her unfortunate caste. Let’s hope that when she’s old enough that she will do well in school and rise above it all.

A critter varmint accidentally died. The ultimate action in the chain of events was that BossOfYouRingGirl, was insulted by the odorific carcass. To reclaim the living room, I was volunteered to extract said item. Whilst standing on my head and squinting so as to avoid getting the remains in my eyes I removed the flu damper and groped for the prize. The thought crossed my mind that anyone else would have hired out this job. I found the remains on the smokeshelf and came up with handfuls of soot, dust, chimney clinkers, and pieces of birds nest. The offender removed, I sealed the thing shut with caulking.

Bro’ uses the Monty Roberts “horse whisperer” method to break MANGO, a 2 year old. learn more about it…

The lady remarked (pleasantly) that our machine looked old fashioned. I hardly agree but thought now there is a descriptor that you hear seldom used anymore. It’s either ‘retro’ or ‘nostalgic’. Good thing that she didn’t proclaim antiquity.

Unemployed roofer going from door to door is not deterred by the barking German Shepherd. He wants to clean my gutters but seeing as how he arrived on a kids size bicycle he doesn’t have a ladder with him. He wants to use mine. Lemme see now… If he falls and injures himself… Can you say lawsuit? Can’t do a background check neither. The Utah handyman (guilty or not) has made it tough for his co-horts to find work.