The sun did finally come out today, but as I was driving around in more open areas, there was a faint yet visible blueish haze near the ground which almost looked like smoke, and for whatever reason I was seeing it nearly the entire day. I’m wondering if others had paid close enough attention to the distant landscapes to where they were seeing it as well, and no, my glasses didn’t need to be cleaned.
My early morning closing went as smooth as silk and glad for it because those young buyers were the most delightful of couples to work with, and I did make them promise they’d call me to come look at their new home after they’d made their planned improvements. There were many interesting features about the home, but the most remarkable, was finding the poured basement of that 1912 home being over eight feet deep. The first time I went down there, I was absolutely wowed because a person could easily finish it off for additional living area. I did have an opportunity to page thru its abstract, and sure enough, that home was custom built for the original owners, which is likely why there was extra special care and attention given during its construction.
Finding I had a couple hours free, I proceeded to get some downed branches and cut-up logs delivered to the landfill, and was a bit shocked when discovering they’d raised their prices on brush. Now if only our city fathers would allow us to burn, I would’ve been rid of them months ago. Some day I’m going to create my own ring for those ‘recreational’ fires I’ll be having, but I just gotta remember to have a lawn chair, a stoker and something to sip on, and only because there’s a resident in my district who absolutely loves calling the fire department.
Most of my afternoon was spent working on a project I agreed to preform for a dear client, and most of that time was spent getting the necessary research done and then creating a streamlined method to where I’ll finally be able to get all the information compartmentalized for easy reading. Truth be told, once I got fully immersed, the minutes and hours went flying by. Yes, I think in a past life, or possibly future, I was or will be, a research librarian.
When I went out to get in my car late this afternoon, I discovered three Vanguard vehicles parked back there, and a bit shocked when seeing all the different colored lines and markings on the ground and alleyway. I went up to one of them and asked what they were doing, and according to him, it sounded like there’s possibly an underground gas leak, so likely in the coming days, Alliant Energy will be back there drilling bore holes. One of them also mentioned there was a complaint filed by someone from the La James building saying they could smell gas. Truth be told, I’d often get a faint whiff of gas over these past months whenever I’d be walking down that narrow alley between the La James building and the old Marshall and Swift building, so there’s possibly a break in one of their underground gas pipes.
Because it was almost quitting time for those guys, I couldn’t help striking up a conversation with them, and somehow we got on the subject of drinking alcohol because one of them said he was ready to do some partying later tonight, so I went on to warn him about not drinking too much because that’s when people say things they later regret. I had to laugh when one of the others piped-up and said, “Yeah! Drunk minds always share true thoughts.” Oh did that ever carry me back a number to a number of years ago when I received a phone call from an old guy who was three sheets to the wind, and boy did I get an unforgivable earful of long-guarded ‘true thoughts’ to where I finally had to hang up on him, and subsequently closed the door on all communications with that potty-mouth. Yes, that little conversation this afternoon resurrected a vivid memory from nearly nine years ago. Way back then, I mentioned to someone that if the tables were turned on that phone call, I would’ve been at his front door the next morning, begging for forgiveness, so I guess there are those out there who really get their jollies out of unnecessarily berating others. I consider it possibly being a genetic predisposition within various families.
When reading the news today, I noticed where many Democrats are jumping on the bandwagon regarding those insider trades that were taking place within our Administration, as well as their minions. Looks like Marjorie Taylor Greene has got some explaining to do regarding her trades. Of course I’m sure Karoline Leavitt will be out front again with her daily litany of prevarications. My gosh! It’s bad enough to have people being in the public eye continually spouting lies, but to have those around them swearing to them. But we must remember, if out POTUS can get away with it, they so should everyone else. Pretty sick don’t you think?
There was a reporter asking various MAGA farmers what they thought about these stiff tariffs on agricultural products, and I about had a jaw-drop when three of them said something like, “Well, we knew we’d have it a little bit tough the first and maybe second year, but if it goes on longer than that, we’ll likely feel the pinch.” Really? My gosh, the business of farming must’ve changed drastically since I was more closely attached to it because if there were two bad years in a row, that was usually the time when the bankers were ready to start turning their screws. There must be more big farmers out there with very deep pockets than I would’ve ever imagined. Some day more sooner than later, they’ll realize that China won’t be buying their soybeans any longer. Perhaps our big farmers have had it too good for too long, but I truly do feel sorry for those many specialty farmers who’ve gone organic with their farm operations.
Tonight’s One-liner is: True success is the child of drudgery and perseverance.
