No, it isn't Monday

even though it feels like it.

Monday was a very, very weird day. Started off cold and wet, ended up warm and sunny. In between there were various mixups, screwups, messes and general foolishness.

Today is shaping up to be rather odd, too, and it isn't even 10 a.m. There are several lists of things that have to be done which I carry around with me. The problem is that I forget about the list so don't manage to accomplish all the Vital And Important Things.

Since the Herd left a lot of mashed potatoes and some brocolli with cheese I am having that for breakfast. Added butter, cheddar cheese and tater topping to the mash, then heated it up in the mike. mmmmmm good! This bunch of goons have decided they don't like either cheddar/sour cream or garlic mashed potatoes anymore so I have to eat them catch as catch can.

Himself is going to be having on of Those Days today. He's driving out of a small elevator where he must load himself. That takes twice as long as if there is someone to do it and it makes him cranky. He hates wasting time pulling in, filling, backing up, filling, pulling ahead, filling then having to drive around, weigh and dump if he's over 80000 pounds then do it all again. The DOT fines a dollar a pound for overweight so he's really careful about it.

They've been out thick, too. The harvest is soon to start and they know that the farmers and elevators are rushing to get facilities cleared and cleaned*. They take advantage of that to weigh as many trucks as possible, do complete checks on them and then write a lot of tickets for a lot of money. I suppose that makes sense to them but it sure adds stress to the driver's lives.

Seem to be getting a sore throat, too. Nodes in neck all swollen. Don't feel sickly. Weird.

I think that huge bird that just circled over the house was a tern. A Very Large Tern, at that. I am not familiar with any native raptors that are white underneath and jet black on top although that bird was easily the size of a redtail. From the shape of the head, body and wingtips I *think* it was a tern. Maybe. If I knew where DS3 put the bird books I could look it up but they are MIA.

More tomatoes are ripening and the plants are still setting fruit. Am hoping that we have enough good weather to allow them all to get at least partially ripe. Need many, many more maters.

The yappy dogs are back at the neighbor's. And they are yapping. I don't care what kind of dog a person has but they need to be taught not to bark like brainless fools. It annoys the neighbors no end.

I think I will ignore politics for today. Have things that need to be done and I'm not in the mood for dumbassery.

When DS3 gets home this afternoon will have him go up into the attic and dig around to see if he can find the rest of the boxes of my Dad's "collections." I know there are more matchbooks, stamps and haven't even begun to deal with the cocktail napkins. I can't, for the life of me, figure out why he kept that stuff. Seems like sitting around looking at stamps through a magnifying glass is about as interesting as watching grass grow. (Or maybe less.)




* This is complicated by the fact that, once bins and elevators are clear, they must be thoroughly cleaned then inspected by state employees. That process can take up to 2 weeks so nobody is messing around.