Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Tuesday Ramblings

Well, I suppose after all the fussing and back-biting there will one day be a vote, and the President will get his ten dollar and ten cent "minimum wage."

Then the people at the entry level, or at the bottom of the totem pole will get a boost of something over 33 percent in their wages.  Don't require me to do the math, that is close enough for this diatribe.

Then the people at the next level up will need to get a one-third increase in their wages, I mean we can't work for what the newbies get, we've been here and worked our way up.

Then the people at the next level.  Well, you see where this is going.

Then the manufacturers and merchants will have to raise their prices for reasons too obvious for us to go into.

I am no economist, but I think this is termed "inflation."  Everybody is no better off.

Oh, the government's coffers will swell.

Isn't that swell?

Then where do I get my 33% increase in income?  Oh, my social security check may increase one or two percent.  It usually does.  This year it went up almost enough to cover the increase in the Medicare premium.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

'Snoo in Perfect?

"Good King Wenceslaus
looked out on his feets uneven.
There the snoo lay round about
all kerchoo achievin'."

"What's snoo?"*

Another coat of white applied to the mountains
of snow that surround us.  Everything is pristine,
white and cold.

*Walt Kelly for the Perloo Society

Friday, February 14, 2014

This Page

This sort of thing doesn't literally drive me crazy.  But it reminds me that I am dealing with people whose competence is suspect.

Thursday, February 13, 2014


February 13-- At 2:24 P.M. today, the heat pump kicked on!  The heat pump does not operate unless the ambient air temperature is 32o or above.  This is the first time it has run since February 1.

Fortunately the gas company has supplied us with the wherewithal to keep warm.

Icicles form on the eaves as the snow on the roof melts.

High tomorrow: 22o.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Next Year

I’ve no record book or almanac in front of me, but how many times have we heard all the ballyhoo and bushwa about the “superbowl” only to observe on the first Sunday of February that one or the other of the teams fails to show up?