A distinct dislike for August..

Seems like the past few years, this being the third year in a row, that things and I just don’t get along on August. They break, get lost, break again and so on. Here are a few examples from this August.

  • My knees at the Lake Placid Tournament
  • DS3’s driver’s side window. It was a misbehaving. One child put the window down and then up. It has not worked correctly since. DS3 and I have replaced the window motor and parts. Today we replaced the window. Still the window will not stay on the track. This week before he goes back to college (hopefully) the car will go to the mechanic and see what he can do.
  • Last Tuesday was an election day here in New Jersey. We also had a tornado in our town. This is quite unheard of. My DW drove her van though a large puddle and the fan belt came off. The van got towed though the tornado zone and the fan belt replaced.
  • Saturday, DS2 re-ended a SUV on his way to work. The bumper, hood and other front end stuff are messed up The radiator was not punctured. The mechanic says that the problems are cosmetic and the car is driveable. They got the hood to close correctly.
  • Tuesday, while eating my Election Day lunch I chipped a tooth. I will be visiting the dentist soon.
  • Tonight, DS1 came out of the bathroom and asked why there is no hot water in the house. I guess I will be making that call tomorrow.
  • Friday, my laptop battery would not charge, I ordered a new battery from Amazon with Saturday delivery. By the end of the day it became apparent that the laptop was plugged into the wrong laptop cord. I now have an extra, new battery.
  • On the plus side, the student loans appear to be complete so the two younger children can go back to school.
  • The garden is between harvests. That is to say the cucumbers are about done and there are a few green tomatoes waiting for the sun.

Overwhelmed, I am. But, I will carry on. Due to my knees being bad from the tournament, yoga, lacrosse and bike riding are currently out of the question. Time for a new hobby, perhaps?

Here is a video from the storm that spawned the tornado in town. I was working the poll and went outside for some fresh air.  The person running across the parking lot was my DW. The siren in the background is the lightning siren at the ball fields adjacent to the polling place.

Enjoy!

Namaste

 

Dust up at the Windmill..

Not really, but pretty close.  Dust up, means a fight or argument. Much more than just words passed between two people or groups.

So, into story telling mode I go.

The date was Wednesday, August 14, my first day back from my “relaxing” vacation. My knees hurt and I was a little overwhelmed by the events of the past few days. See the previous blog posting to get up to speed (or not..).  I went to the Windmill to get two hot dogs with chili and cheese. A comfort meal for me. And I had a coupon, so one of the hot dogs was free. I walked into the Windmill and there was only one person seemingly in line.  He was kind of standing where the line goes, kinda looking spacey and lost. I stood behind him and waited my turn. He got his hot dog and turned suddenly to go and get some condiments, nearly knocking me down. I just smiled and he walked around me and got his relish and stuff, walked back the counter, paid for his food and went to sit down.

My turn, yes, comfort food approaches. I am somewhat of a regular at the Windmill. I usually go there three out of four weeks each month. It really depends on the coupons and what is on special. I tell the lady at the counter what I want, and she relays the order to the lady working the grill. She stepped away from the counter to fill my drink. While she was gone, two older (older than me) women came in the stood next me at the counter. Not behind me (like in a line or que), next to me. Ok, I thought, tourists that don’t see the need to wait in line. They tried to get the attention of the grill lady who saw them and looked away. She knew what they were up to. Lines were not for these two. Not today, not ever.

I got my two dogs and the ladies were still next to me chatting. I wanted to put mustard on my dogs, but the ladies were between me and the mustard. I asked the ladies to excuse me so that I could get the mustard. The lady closest to me said, NO. I raised one eyebrow and looked at her. She stepped back. I said “It’s a good thing you moved or I would have given you a shot with my elbow!” They just stood there and watched as I put the mustard on my dogs. They made some other comment as I walked away to find a seat. I  expressed another thought to them not quite under my breath.

Wow, that sucked, But comfort food. Yum. I sat down at the middle table outside. Behind me were four elderly gentlemen eating their lunch. In front of me was a 30 something mom with a baby in a car seat. The baby and car seat were in the middle of the table. The mom was working on getting a bottle ready as the husband and daughter went inside to get some food. Then an elderly couple in their late 70’s, maybe early 80s, walked up behind me and sat down at her table. I figured they were the grand parents. I thought that table is going to be crowed with the baby and all those people.

The mom says to them “My husband and daughter are going to be sitting in those seats”.  Hmm, I guess they are not the grandparents. The woman says that they just want to sit down and that they had eaten already. When the mother asked again about them sitting there, the elderly women told her that a friend was in the bathroom and they were waiting for her.  Ok, not my problem. So the husband gets up from the table and sits at my table, with his back to me. Never acknowledging that I am sitting there. I watched all this so I’m just going to let them slide, for now.

The elderly women asks the mother about the baby, trying to make small talk since the barged in uninvited. The baby’s name was Kennedy. Oh, the elderly women exclaimed. And then the mother offered that the daughter in the restaurant was named Reagan and that the have a son named Logan. The elderly lady remarked that they named all their children with Irish names.  So, the friend in the bathroom comes out and they get in their car and drive away. End of the story? Almost. The husband comes out and sits down with the daughter and mother to eat his lunch. The mother looks at the husband and asks “Did you know that we named our children with Irish names?” He just looked up at her and looked back down at his food.

I don’t have any pictures to go with that story. Here are a few from Monday afternoon when we got home from Lake Placid. This seems to be my personal little black rain cloud.

As I write this, DS1 asks why there is no hot water in the house.  Just breathe…

Namaste

Empty account at the Karma Bank..

I don’t really understand it.  How could my good karma account be overdrawn?  Maybe the “issues” that I did not see nor have to deal with exhausted my account.  Karma Bank, what is that? Well, when you do good deeds and help people out for no personal gain, you get credits in your karma bank. Then when FATE stops by to smack you on the head (because it can), you can use some of your good karma like a get out of jail free card.  Or maybe that is just my way of looking at things. Either way, the last two weeks have been bumpy.

Two weekends ago, my DW and I went to Lake Placid so that I could play lacrosse in the Summit Lake Placid Lacrosse Tournament. I play on the Ohio Wesleyan University alumni team.  I am not an alumni. I am a friend of an alumni. About 60 % of the team did not attend the university.  Everybody knows somebody and you are on the team. Our team won out first three games which put us in the Championship Game on Sunday at noon time. That is pretty exciting stuff. We won our division in 2009 and went to the championship game the next year and lost.

Sunday at noon and we ae looking around on the sidelines. The face off guy who won 70 % of the face offs over the last three games had gone home. Several of our attack and midfield players from the previous three games, had gone home. The bench area was pretty barren of players on the OWU sidelines. We lost the game by a score of 6 to 4. Not bad considering the players that were missing. The other thing to note is that the winning team had scored 10 plus goals in each of the previous three games. We held them to 6 goals. 

Me, I am still injured from the weekend. In the first game another long stick defensive player (on the other team) took some offense to me and swung his stick like a baseball bat connecting with my shoulder and chest. I still have the bruises.  Saturday I was going for a ground ball and went out-of-bounds trying to keep my balance until I finally went down on my hands and knees on a cinder and mud roadway. Both of my knees still hurt. I am walking better and hoping not to have to call the doctor about them. Two years in a row I got hurt at this tournament. I’m starting to rethink my future attendance.

Sunday after we lost my DW and I drove to the top of Whiteface Mountain. The view was spectacular. There are pictures from the top of Whiteface.

Monday we drove home from Lake Placid, a fairly uneventful drive until we go into Ocean County, NJ. This is the same county where we live.  The people down here on vacation are nuts. Period. Driving like it’s the last day on earth. Tomorrow (which was a week ago) the world ends. Obviously not. I can’t wait for the summer season to be over.

Pictures, here is a link to the Whiteface pictures. And a team picture from Lake Placid. Enjoy!   Thanks for reading,

Namaste