Paranoia Keeps you Healthy

Damn. I had to go back to work. What an awful slow day it was. It didn’t look like much people actually came to work. Those that didn’t take Friday off took Tuesday off. That’s how I would have done it. Give yourself a 3 day work week. Memorial weekend was my go to holiday when my dad was still around. You see, his birthday was always celebrated in Alpine, Tx.

After work I prepped for dinner. All the kids would be over and I really hoped that the brisket I cooked the day before would be okay reheated. If dry, BBQ sauce it up. Thank god it wasn’t dry. The meal seemed to be a hit.

Late night storms arrived and Lola went to seek shelter for her new car. I don’t blame her. I saw damage done just a few miles south from yesterday’s storm. Better safe than sorry. It’s that time of year that you never know. We have consistently had terrible hail in late May. Heck, my roof was replaced from the storm last May.

Wednesday was another day. I was tired from the storms and got a late start. I dragged my sad ass I to work. Mostly the day was uneventful. So eventually when an opportunity presented itself I took on someone else’s jog that required driving a forklift across the campus. All went smooth and I met Seth to get a pallet of paper to the print shop. The problem arose when I was trying to get back to our lot.

I was making a turn and being a little unfamiliar with just how responsive this lift was, one of the back wheels went off the sidewalk. It has been raining the last few night. That fucker sank right in. FAST. I felt it go and tried to gun it but it was too late, the opposite front end while was off the ground. I was stuck and not exactly happy. That’s what I get for volunteer work.

Seth and I tried various methods to find traction without any luck. We even added weight with paper from the print shop. We didn’t realize that the damn thing had sunken so much that it was bottomed out on the sidewalk. So we tried towing it. The strap broke. We tried again from behind and it bunged until we reached the sidewalk. Hit it like a dam.

I really didn’t want to get people involved but I had no more choice. My good friend Paul the electrician saw us and came to see what the problem was. Luckily he had the number for the main man Kimble in the garage. To my rescue he came. Seth and I went inside and waited in the AC until that came. We bullshitted. I was happy Seth stuck around. I needed the company. Kimble arrived with a backhoe. Let’s just say that did the trick. I raised the forks, he drove the bucket into them and all it took was a simple nudge. I was free. Still feeling a bit embarrassed I drove the left back. Carefully. Not to make the same mistake.

After work Yvette and I collectively agreed that both of our days warranted having a drink. Good lord. We went to a joint called Shenanigans and had a beer and some fried mushrooms. We relaxed and both discussed the BS that we had to endure. It felt good.

Thursday was a little more active because Seth took off which allowed me to do his job as well as mine. I was happy with that, especially in the morning. Nothing really of note to talk about. It was a better day than the one before.

I say nothing of note. I should mention it was my father’s 75 birthday had he still been in this place of existence. I do miss him and he weighed heavy on mind. I even found myself listen to his music. I had his drink. I made his mom’s meatballs. It’s a damn shame he wasn’t here to celebrate in person. I try not to hate the heavens for taking him away the way they did and it’s hard. He would laugh at me for such a thought and probably say something profound. Cheers, dad.

Overall the week was much cooler than it should have been. It was humid to make up for the lack of high temps. We did get 3 nice somewhat scary storms. I’m sure Lola is tired of seeking shelter for her car. If she would help me clear her stuff out of the garage she could simply park in there.

Friday was cool and gloomy. Yvette was off. Yes, she only had a 3 day week but it was a hell of a 3 day week. The day was wild for her. I suppose she really wasn’t off work but working from home. She actually did have to go in for a random meeting. It was a bummer and I’m happy my job doesn’t follow me home after hours.

Happy Friday!

Jalapeño

Brisket, chicken thigh, sausage, pasta salad, beand and street corn.