Udda Thingza

That work – bureaucracy tirade I posted the other day was actually a leftover drabble which I worked up during a break between court appearances last week. That’s why there wasn’t much in it about the rest of life. So guess what, I’m on a break between court appearances, so I’ll try to get to some of the other stuff in our lives from the past week.

Last week was actually relatively quiet for court, with only one filing and one actual appearance early Wednesday. This week will make up for that, though- three straight days in court this week, plus a deposition at my office on Thursday. So far I am one-for-two today with the second coming to bat, so that’s a good start.

Sticking with the baseball metaphor, the Mets finally got out of their funk and won four of their last five games, a couple of them in dramatic late-inning fashion.  The other baseball news of the week is that the Buffalo Bisons have decided to face the inevitable and go with the junk-food branding scam that began with the Rochester Garbage Plates last summer. The Wings, dressed up in beans and hot sauce, will be playing the “Wings,” in red uniforms with celery- colored socks, for six games split between the cities. The first three will be here over Father’s Day weekend, and I’ve already invited friends of the rivalry to join us for one of them.

We've also had a fairly busy week of stuff around the house. On Wednesday, the plumber came back and fixed a loose handle on the new shower control, which makes it less of a hair-trigger proposition out of changing the  water temperature. We spent much of the weekend outside, me mostly mowing, Eleanor mostly digging, and we finished it off with me re-rigging the rack on the back of JARVIS yesterday so Eleanor could take her bike back to Berts to have her brakes adjusted. We finally figured out some of the deep dark secrets of how to attach bikes to that rack, and it will be a lot easier to get to and fro now that we know.

I also got my first ride of the year in myself:

 

My office is closer to home than Wegmans is to home for Eleanor, but it's still a good almost two miles, with something of a Heartbreak Hill at the end, but I made it there without having to stop, except for red lights at the expressway, and that Hill is equally downhill on the way home.

In the entertainment world, I've taken another shot (maybe the wrong term) at seeing Hamilton. I again scored a code into the first hour of the presale on Friday, and could've picked any show between mid-January and mid-May of next year.  I went with the most politically aware date I could, and even at the front of the queue, I barely got into the building with all the other fans and probably bots fighting me:



Hopefully we'll have a nice new Congress by then to welcome the Cheeto into the second half (max) of his term.

Then, we both got to see Deadpool 2 over the weekend, and it’s hilarious. There are multiple post – credit scenes, which are among the funniest ever done, and which also undo a lot of the damage that Fox previously did to the franchise.

Today is my sister’s 72nd birthday. I actually remembered to get a card out on time for once. So hope you enjoyed that. We have no major Memorial Day plans and I have to say that all in all, things are good.

(Except computer things, grrr. I wrote most of that on break between the court hearings, and came back to my office just now to discover that Windows had updated majorly, removing my fonts from most programs including this one, and killing the sync between Outlook and my phone for about the umpeenth time. It took a third reboot of the day to get the fonts back and the sync working. This, after spending hours on Sunday trying to reassemble a non-working printer to use only as a scanner, but the 329 steps to remove the printhead from it made it impossible to put Hewletty-Packardy back together again, so it's destined for the scrap heap.)