Well, that was a long, dark week. A week of ignoring practically everything else in order to be at the disposal of contractors (themselves all overworked and behind schedule) so I could get repair estimates to submit to my insurance company. That includes my search for a job, to which I could only devote a minimum of time.
Well, I now have all the estimates I need, I have an interview this Friday (pray for me to your heathen gods, if you would), and I borrowed the money to get the destroyed tree out of my backyard and off my neighbor’s house.
I need to get a picture of the pile of organic debris currently in my front yard – it’s pretty impressive. The best news associated with this is that, once the damaged parts were removed, the rest of the tree was pretty healthy. I was worried that I was going to totally lose the tree, and dammit, I love trees.
Speaking of tree hugging – and that is my clumsy segue for the day – I am entering radio silence for the next month. By which I mean I won’t be listening to the radio or watching TV until after the election. I made my decision quite some time ago, and it sure as hell is not about to be swayed by the sewer water spray that has become The Campaign.
On the other hand, via my ol’ homie, Roy Bragg (who was known as “B-Pad” back in our dayz on da street), and his blog At Large, comes this sublime piece of Comedy Central:
(Present me must weigh in here and admit, with eyes averted, that Viacom took the clip off YouTube, or something equally shabby. Too bad. It was funny. Even if I don’t remember exactly what it was)
Peace out, D.
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