A trip to the mind numbing mundane thing I call a life

I am back. I guess my streak of 5 days in a row came to an abrupt end. Then again, it ended on Saturday, so what can I do as I stare reality in the face. I would say "fat face" but I can only go so far when anthromorphing reality. That is your long word for the day. "Anthromorphing". I do not even know if it is a real word as I try to say it to myself. Either way.

It means, or is intended, to mean giving human characteristics to non-human things, like dogs, cats and children.

As your intrepid observer of life amongst the humans, I just do not have much new to report. The weekend was pretty uneventful for me. Dinner on Friday was as usual, something that could cause me to stroke out if I let it. They, the Outlaws, were in fine form. It was not a good evening for my father in law, believe it or not more confused and less with it. I was glad to go shoot hoops with the Lad so I would not have to listen to the same questions.

There a lot of things they all miss. A Sherlock Holmes could not be found amongst the Outlaws, all of them. They all seem to push the responsibility or work of observation (seeing, hearing/listening, and tasting, my poor assaulted taste buds) to others, then argue when they do not like the observation or what you conclude from it. I say if that is how it is then you fucking look and listen and stop relying on me to do that for you.

Anyway, my mother in law did not cook this Friday. It was smoked salmon and a lasagne. It was a tasty meal. She cannot screw up lox. Though, my father in law did try to extol me on the virtues of Concord Grape kosher wine. Fuck, the man has the sense of taste of a goat.

I did have to hit the Home Depot on Saturday. I had a leak in my basement bathtub and like all leaks it was not getting better on its own. I had asked for a Moen replacement cartridge before and got a run around about bringing the old one first or how the leak was "normal". For the most part, the people at Home Depot have become fucking useless. Besides, Sherlock, I need the instructions and plastic thing with the new cartridge to remove the old one to bring it in.

Well, surprise, surprise, the dude actually gave me a cartridge to try. I was not sure of size and it was too big. I brought it back and he gave me the right one. It was pretty easy after that. Well, except for the fact that I forgot to shut off the water before I removed the leaking cartridge. I remove it and water sprays out of the hole and I get a soaker. I felt like a porn startlet with Peter North (how is that for a graphic adult rated reference) and his money shot, with out the facial omelette, of course.

I then ran to shut down the water in the house. I forgot that when I replaced the cartridge in our upstairs bathroom, I could and did, shut off the water at the valves under the sink. No such luck with a tub. It all got done and presto, leak no more.

Beyond that, that was as exciting as the weekend got. The weather was crappy, cool and damp. I have a backyard full of fallen branches that I have to clean, or set fire to. That will happen when things dry up a bit, I guess.

That is all for now. Ciao!