12 September 2020
All of a sudden, people who come to my house need to use my bathroom. When the FPL guy came, he needed to use the facility and I don’t mean number 1. The construction guys, I can understand – they were here all day – but even then the son spent a large amount of time in the bathroom – more than I do and I’m old and have a small bladder.
I don’t really mind, it’s just one of those things that never happened before and then I’m on this streak of people in need of my loo. These were not the only two. Just about everyone I’ve had in the house for the past several months have needed to relieve themselves.
Speaking of relief, I remember thinking how funny it was as a kid when I went to Roosevelt State Park just outside of Morton and see that the restrooms were labeled as “relief stations.” As far as I know, they still are. Where that term came from I have no idea, but as I get older and need to urinate, sometimes the urgency puts me in a panic and I could use some relief. Maybe I’ll hang a sign over the bathroom door that says “relief station.”
My next door neighbor mowed the yard this morning and just got it in before the rain started. I’ve not mowed the yard since my surgery and as long as he is willing, I’ll be happy to pay him. He is young and seems to enjoy mowing several yards in the hood. I don’t miss it at all. I probably need to see if anyone wants my old lawnmower and edger.
One of my neighbors had an emergency the other day. She called and said her daughter was home and that a fire truck had pulled up. I told her I would go see. I saw a TECO gas company truck there as well. The agent had just left my house for a three year inspection of my gas meter. He said I was good to go and the meter was in good shape. I assumed he was inspecting their meter too.
When I got to the door, a fireman walked around the corner and I explained there was a young girl at home (she just started high school this year) and that her mother had called. She was surprised there was someone at home. I was surprised no one had checked.
Later, I found out the TECO inspector had discovered a leak. After the leak was repaired, my neighbor told me they also discovered the water heater was bad and was leaking carbon monoxide into the house.
Their story took me back to my childhood when we lived in my grandparents old home in Morton. Mother and Dad always parked the car close to the house and not in the dirt parking area behind the house. Mother was always a little loosie goosie with her driving and apparently one day, she failed to put the car in park and did not put the parking break on (it was a straight shift). As she got out of the car, it started rolling downhill towards the house. Dad tried to stop it but it hit the house and the gas meter. It knocked a coupling loose and gas gushed out of the broken coupling under great pressure. He very calmly got a wrench, cut off the gas at the valve on the meter and put the coupling back on. Then he turned on the gas and relit the pilot lights on the stove and the water heater.
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Mother always had trouble with gas meters and gasoline pumps. We lived one time in Morton next to a state highway department maintenance facility. They had a gasoline pump to fill up the state vehicles before they headed out on the job. Mom and Dad had received permission to sometimes park at the facility because it had a huge oak tree that provided shade. They parked to keep the car from being too hot in the summer. Mother had a bad habit of throwing the car into reverse and stepping on the gas without looking behind her and knocking over the gas pump. Not once, not twice, but three times.
Eventually the highway department embedded the base of the pump in concrete. It didn’t stop Mother. She knocked that over. Finally the workers told them not to park there any more.
On my walk yesterday morning, I met up with the wife of a realtor family. Her husband has been flying a Trump flag but lately it has been removed. Anyway, in conversation, we got around to talking about a vaccine. She volunteered there was no way she was going to get a November vaccine into her. I agreed. Perhaps they have been rethinking their Trump support.
There has been nothing that seems to have an effect on Trump supporters. His base remains steadfast. The last two weeks has seen two things that may actually rattle them. The first was the comments about the military that have come out. The second has been the knowledge about the severity of the virus since February and purposefully withholding that information and actively behaving if the opposite was true. This may actually do him in.
How can you in good conscience allow over 190,000 people to die and still not follow the advice of scientists in the field of epidemiology? Perhaps even his die hard supporters can’t stomach that.
We still seem to be in the rainy season although we should be tapering off by now. Looks like climate change is lengthening the wet season.
Stay tuned and stay safe!
