Cool, 60-ish, and damp. Weather was crazy yesterday. The overcast turned to misty drizzle, then the sky opened late morning. Then it mostly stopped for a couple of hours. But in the early evening we had a lot of bump and flash, with actual hail for a brief time. Big hail. Ping pong ball sized mostly with a few bigger, and some smaller. Didn’t last long but it got my attention.
Haven’t looked at the truck yet, but I’m sure there are some dings. Today has light rain in the forecast.
I used the lull in the rain to do my pickups yesterday. Stuff for the house, and the BOL mostly. That late start got me home late too. Did some more sorting, stacking, and moving stuff around. Cleaned up and did laundry. The usual domestic bliss.
Broke down and vac sealed the Costco pork ribs. Three racks to a pack is more than I want to defrost for one meal, so I cut each rack in half, and bagged them two halves in each bag. That is more like dinner sized… The rest of the marinaded pork chops got bagged too.
Don’t know if I’ll head to the BOL today or not. It’s turning into a challenge to get up there to meet the cable/internet guy, and then mostly turn right around and come home. I have my non-prepping hobby meeting on Saturday morning, and I have good ‘show and tell’ items and don’t want to miss it. Plus I’ve been volunteered to be a committee chair for our annual meeting, so I should start getting up to speed on that. There are other family reasons to not be gone Friday as well. Maybe I can go up during next week. Change. Supposedly it does a body good.
Today is the anniversary of one of my wife’s relatives’ unexpected death. Having married into the family, he knew what I was facing, and was one of the first to make me feel welcome. I miss him. I’ve been thinking about old friends lately, and have started picking up the phone. Don’t wait if you get the feeling you should reach out. Twice it’s happened that I talked with a friend shortly before his unexpected death. I feel better for having had the contacts when I did.
I don’t know why the universe works the way it does. It might just be innate pattern recognition pulling signals from the noise, or inventing signals where there aren’t any. Or maybe it’s something quantum, or Taoist synchronicity, or God’s voice. Happens often enough that I’m convinced something real is going on though.
I don’t have a general sense of dread, nor any specific “feeling”, but I do sort of find myself oddly passive, in a sort of ‘learned helplessness’ sense. Like it’s all kinda pointless to keep working on the problems. That’s probably just fatigue, and the fact my calendar has far too many absent friends memorialized on the next couple of pages. There are good anniversaries coming up too, both daughters have birthdays, and I have a wedding anniversary… and of course I just had my birthday, which may be a contributing factor. Memento Mori. Probably worth considering, and then putting aside- like usual.
And like usual, I want you to stack stuff. I’m giving you permission. Do it.
nick