News broadcaster yesterday morning had me laughing out loud when he announced, “A staggering number of people are facing charges in connection with the January 6th riot on Capitol Hill. The Justice Department has charged over 300 people.”
Three hundred out of thousands?
Don’t be ridiculous.
The good news yesterday was that Lady Gaga got her pets back.
I’m kinda sorta maybe buying the story about a woman, not involved, finding the dogs tied up in an alley.
Further news, that Lady G is perfectly willing to give the woman the half million dollar reward, got me to thinking ....
If it were me, I’d be happy just to have been the one to find the dogs, return safe and sound. However, a half million dollars can change a person’s life, change the life of their family, would look great in a retirement plan, so I’d have to take the money.
I do hope, however, they find the culprits because, shooting the dog walker in the chest, they meant to kill him and how ridiculous was it that they were willing to do that ... kill someone.
Further ridiculousness is that I drove all the way back to the mall yesterday to curbside pick up what I thought was a new coffeemaker I’d ordered.
My old school camp-fire-style percolator is on its last leg, so I upgraded to a little 2-4 cup electric.
After braving the 25-mile drive in windy weather, turned out it wasn’t the percolator I was picking up. Instead, it was a free makeup brush I became eligible for with that last makeup order.
Nice, but not worth the drive.
The wind wasn’t as bad as that last time, when I was too scared to drive on the freeway for fear of the jeep being tossed around like a wet rag or trucks turning over on me, so it was freeway all the way up. But I could see there was a problem with traffic on the other side ─ the return drive, so I took the streets back.
It’s good to have options, know my way around impediments after all this time in the area.
I don’t want to jinx myself, but it’s more than odd and ridiculous that the utility company cut our power so often due to heavy winds last few months but now, when the wind is heavier than its ever been, we’re not getting noticed up the wazoo of planned Public Safety Power Outages.
I’m calling B.S. on necessity of the previous outages.
The mall was jam packed and I’d plugged in the drive cam to capture interesting scenes. It couldn’t be more ridiculous that I couldn’t get the device to operate.
Did I do something wrong last time?
Did I break it?
Won’t know until next time I give it a go ─ which will be when I get an email to pick up the coffeemaker.
No word on what Apache did with the letter I provided. However, running into The Baker, I learned management had given him a 3-day notice to move out prior to my providing the letter.
Apache didn’t tell me about that, but the Baker said Apache followed up on the notice by taking it down to the courthouse, where he was told it wasn’t legal, didn't mean anything because “We (the court) didn’t issue this”.
Evidently, management made up their own notice and tried to scare Apache out with it.
Their next move may be to try a lawful eviction, go through the process, which will probably fail.
No telling how this saga with Apache vs. Management/Apache vs. Bike Boy will end, but my guess is that Apache will go postal and end up hurting one or all of them.
Speaking of postal ... coming back from the Pain Cave on Friday, I saw the mail delivery truck pull up and got a glimpse of the guy doing such a poor job on distributing mail.
And, yes, it was a guy. Not our normal lady carrier.
I snapped his photo, so I could turn him in if I saw packages on top of the mailboxes, instead of inside; but, upon following up on his delivery, I didn’t see anything amiss.
Hopefully, our regular lady carrier is just on vacation and will return soon. If not, I’m on this guy like Management and Bike Boy are on Apache. LOL.