Not in a Million Years
25/04/19 15:36
Joe Biden is finally jumping in the race and will be joining 19 other democrats in the race for the White House in 2020 against Donald J. Trump. This is his third run for the presidency. He has dropped out in the past due to allegations of plagiarizing and other acts of malfeasance that will likely not go without mention either before or during the first round of debates when they roll around in a couple of months time.
While Trump is calling him "Sleepy" Joe I prefer the moniker "Uncle" Joe. Yes, this touchy feely creepy mother can't keep his hands to himself and what you see on the internet, I fear, is just the tip of the iceberg. And then there are the children.
Had I my druthers I would much rather have had a Starbucks this afternoon than the swill I'm sucking down at the moment. It's sort of a pre-season cold brew in a bottle and it's better than nothing. Nancy is off to a meeting down in Massachusetts and my car is sitting down the road at European Auto awaiting a 2020 inspection sticker.
That damn "check engine" light has been a problem for years. I think it came on maybe a month or so after I bought the car in 2012 and has been on ever since. I've been getting a pass by the local mechanic and that's been great. I'm just not sure how long that is going to last (fingers crossed.)
She runs like a top though so I'm hoping her demise is not imminent. Besides, how much trouble can I get into if I'm only driving locally? Not much is the right answer. I think the mechanic might have been looking for some reassurance to that effect when I saw him last year at this time and I responded in the affirmative.
"Yep, just take her back and forth to the recycling center", was my likely response. And looking at the tire tread I thought to myself that it's running a little thin on at least two of the tires and if he gets distracted or needs to feel vindicated about telling me to fix something that is something I can live with. I'll get right on it. Yes siree, Bob.
Nancy had a chance to stop by and chat with Sonja today so that was good. We had just started out on our bike ride and Sonja was out mowing her front lawn so the timing couldn't have been better. We owed Sonja a word of thanks for giving Evan a reference that ultimately proved useful in his acquiring his new apartment.
Our son and her son have always been the best of friends although they have gone their separate ways in recent years for a variety of reasons. I didn't stay for the conversation and just kept riding after satisfying myself that Nancy was indeed stopping to have a word with her. This was a conversation for and between two mothers, mothers of sons.
I'm having a little trouble picking another book to read. When I find one that I like that's a good thing. I never want the book to end and I always have something to look forward to when I'm at a loss for things to do one way or another. Quite honestly, you are never at a loss for things to do when you have a good book that keeps your interest.
Lately, I find myself picking up a book, reading a bit, not feeling the love and having to remind myself that I need to continue reading it if only because I like to finish things that I start. Even if it means that with every passing chapter I'm reminded why I never really took to the book to begin with? I need to be a little more ruthless when it comes to abandoning things that fail to pass muster. if that includes putting down one or more of the classics, then so be it.
We bought Evan a recliner a while ago and that recliner now sits in our living room waiting for the day when he decides that he wants to take it to his new apartment. It was in his room here for the longest time and that was fine. It's hard to know how much he actually used it since the door to his room is usually closed when he is home and in his room.
If I had a good book, I might like to sit in the recliner now that Evan has moved out and I've moved the chair into our living room. Evan had suggested that we do just that some time ago. Maybe just so we could see how it fit in the event we thought we might like to buy one for ourselves? It's hard to know what he was thinking.
Evan seems to have hit a brick wall when it comes to furnishing his new apartment. He has what he has but he needs so much more. While we have offered to help him move along he seems disinclined to accept our help. The chair is just one example of something that ought to be moved over to his new apartment and there are other large ticket items that we could purchase for him but it is not a conversation he's interested in having with us.
I've talked to him countless times about selecting certain items and we could have them delivered and he and I could work to assemble them if necessary. I think our best bet is to take one item at a time starting with what we think might be an appropriate anchor for his living space - a couch.
Maybe the good news is that the space we're talking about is limited and the question becomes not how much we need to buy but rather how exactly do we fit what we need to buy into the space allocated. That may mean at a minimum that he have an entertainment center with a depth no greater than 13 inches.
I have a little laugh to myself every now and then when I consider the fact that his living space ought to be measured in cubic feet rather than square feet. It's one step up from a dorm room. Under the circumstances, baby steps are probably a good thing.
There is probably something to be said for having a small space in which to place all of your earthly possessions. Ostensibly, there are just fewer decisions to make. Tell that to someone who works in the design field and they might tell you that a studio apartment is more difficult to map out than a one or two bedroom unit.
Would I love to hire someone to just go into Evan's place and furnish it with all the flair a dollars worth of interior design could get him? You bet I would. Is that something he would or could tolerate? Not in a million years.
While Trump is calling him "Sleepy" Joe I prefer the moniker "Uncle" Joe. Yes, this touchy feely creepy mother can't keep his hands to himself and what you see on the internet, I fear, is just the tip of the iceberg. And then there are the children.
Had I my druthers I would much rather have had a Starbucks this afternoon than the swill I'm sucking down at the moment. It's sort of a pre-season cold brew in a bottle and it's better than nothing. Nancy is off to a meeting down in Massachusetts and my car is sitting down the road at European Auto awaiting a 2020 inspection sticker.
That damn "check engine" light has been a problem for years. I think it came on maybe a month or so after I bought the car in 2012 and has been on ever since. I've been getting a pass by the local mechanic and that's been great. I'm just not sure how long that is going to last (fingers crossed.)
She runs like a top though so I'm hoping her demise is not imminent. Besides, how much trouble can I get into if I'm only driving locally? Not much is the right answer. I think the mechanic might have been looking for some reassurance to that effect when I saw him last year at this time and I responded in the affirmative.
"Yep, just take her back and forth to the recycling center", was my likely response. And looking at the tire tread I thought to myself that it's running a little thin on at least two of the tires and if he gets distracted or needs to feel vindicated about telling me to fix something that is something I can live with. I'll get right on it. Yes siree, Bob.
Nancy had a chance to stop by and chat with Sonja today so that was good. We had just started out on our bike ride and Sonja was out mowing her front lawn so the timing couldn't have been better. We owed Sonja a word of thanks for giving Evan a reference that ultimately proved useful in his acquiring his new apartment.
Our son and her son have always been the best of friends although they have gone their separate ways in recent years for a variety of reasons. I didn't stay for the conversation and just kept riding after satisfying myself that Nancy was indeed stopping to have a word with her. This was a conversation for and between two mothers, mothers of sons.
I'm having a little trouble picking another book to read. When I find one that I like that's a good thing. I never want the book to end and I always have something to look forward to when I'm at a loss for things to do one way or another. Quite honestly, you are never at a loss for things to do when you have a good book that keeps your interest.
Lately, I find myself picking up a book, reading a bit, not feeling the love and having to remind myself that I need to continue reading it if only because I like to finish things that I start. Even if it means that with every passing chapter I'm reminded why I never really took to the book to begin with? I need to be a little more ruthless when it comes to abandoning things that fail to pass muster. if that includes putting down one or more of the classics, then so be it.
We bought Evan a recliner a while ago and that recliner now sits in our living room waiting for the day when he decides that he wants to take it to his new apartment. It was in his room here for the longest time and that was fine. It's hard to know how much he actually used it since the door to his room is usually closed when he is home and in his room.
If I had a good book, I might like to sit in the recliner now that Evan has moved out and I've moved the chair into our living room. Evan had suggested that we do just that some time ago. Maybe just so we could see how it fit in the event we thought we might like to buy one for ourselves? It's hard to know what he was thinking.
Evan seems to have hit a brick wall when it comes to furnishing his new apartment. He has what he has but he needs so much more. While we have offered to help him move along he seems disinclined to accept our help. The chair is just one example of something that ought to be moved over to his new apartment and there are other large ticket items that we could purchase for him but it is not a conversation he's interested in having with us.
I've talked to him countless times about selecting certain items and we could have them delivered and he and I could work to assemble them if necessary. I think our best bet is to take one item at a time starting with what we think might be an appropriate anchor for his living space - a couch.
Maybe the good news is that the space we're talking about is limited and the question becomes not how much we need to buy but rather how exactly do we fit what we need to buy into the space allocated. That may mean at a minimum that he have an entertainment center with a depth no greater than 13 inches.
I have a little laugh to myself every now and then when I consider the fact that his living space ought to be measured in cubic feet rather than square feet. It's one step up from a dorm room. Under the circumstances, baby steps are probably a good thing.
There is probably something to be said for having a small space in which to place all of your earthly possessions. Ostensibly, there are just fewer decisions to make. Tell that to someone who works in the design field and they might tell you that a studio apartment is more difficult to map out than a one or two bedroom unit.
Would I love to hire someone to just go into Evan's place and furnish it with all the flair a dollars worth of interior design could get him? You bet I would. Is that something he would or could tolerate? Not in a million years.