Life's Little Disappointments

Next-door neighbor left his garden hose reel between our houses, hose strung out twenty feet, still attached to the bib:  left it there all winter.  Hard winter it was, too.  Surely a man, busy as he might be, could have found a few minutes to drain and roll up the hose before the big freeze.  No.  Surely his hose will burst, will leak in many places come Spring.

Nope.  He turned the hose on the other day to water his new tree. Not a problem  Not a leak.

One of life's little disappointments.
For me, I mean.


Oh, and taxes.

A Man Walked into a Bar

That is usually the way it works.  But the measure of the man is in how, or if, he walks out of the bar.

Now. It is Spring.

Today the first full blossom in the yard this Spring!  As usual, I go all wow! jeeping-wilkers! as though it is some sort of miracle.

It is a miracle!

Another "Entertainment" Crock

As a rule I despise, well, okay, dislike awards programs on the tv.  I have a lot of good reasons, not the least of which is they are self-congratulatory puff pieces, signifying nothing.  And they go on, and on, and on.

So in spite of this knowledge, I watched the opening scenes of the ACM awards program this evening. And here is another really good reason to dislike the stuff.  The writers put together a string of really snarky "jokes" wherein famous "artists" or others are the butt of the joke, then get a star of the stature (now diminished) of a Blake Shelton to read them on stage and before the camera.  Nasty.

Someone needs some "sensitivity training" wherein they are taught the difference between light-hearted good fun and the truly despicable.

Or maybe that's just me.

Detritus

Why, you ask, do we not compost?  Oh, but we do  It is a community effort, you see.

This week's efforts in the yard

From the yard to the municipal compost pile, in return for which I may replenish the soil in the garden with "processed" material from past years.

Next: Technology Replaces People

A few days ago over on String Too Short to Tie I was on a rant about the video review of referee calls in NCAA basketball.

Now it is major league baseball.  And today, opening day 2014, the first on-the-field ruling has been overturned on video review.  Said review being made in a suite in New York City, hundreds of miles from the scene of the action.

It is wrong for the same reasons I cited in the basketball screed.  But, oh, well.  It is baseball.  So what if there is a two-minute, or seven-minute, or forty-minute delay, for that matter.  Baseball is brief seconds of intense excitement separated from the next such burst by aeons of inaction, anyway.

Reckon the "reviewers" check the line with Las Vegas before conveying the ruling back to the field? Nah, never happen.

Hard Sell. No, Thanks.

Value City Furniture has restyled itself VCF.  I see no problem with this.  They are reshaping their business model, aiming at a new demographic, very possibly.  Like the shark, keep moving or suffocate.  What I do have a problem with is the loudmouth huckster they have put on the toob to promote them.  I snap the set OFF when he comes on.  No kidding.  It makes me want to throw the saltcellar through the screen.  But I settle for turning the set off.  

People hire folks to burnish their image, then shoot themselves in the foot. 

 I not only don’t wish VCF well, I wish them  ill.  And I hate myself when I get that way.

More on Aging

"There is another thing that happens when one gets old. He muddles in nostalgia and wonders what might have been. Or even what was".  -- vanilla, 4/24/12

Qardho

Everyone has a wild guess.  That's mine.

If A and B, then A and B

No longer do thieves merely skulk at night, but now, they openly rob in broad daylight.

What am I implying?  Nothing.  The statement is simply a fact of life.  The picture is a pretty snapshot I made this morning on the way home from town.