What's That Smell?

 Up .. down .. up .. down ... we are back in the heat of things once again.  If only Mother Nature would make up her mind and be cool abut it.  Overnight low ... 70 degrees.  Are my tomatoes loving it?  I've no idea.  I haven't checked on the Early Girls in three days.  Obviously I was never meant to be a gardener.  The infatuation burned off quickly!

It's another night of magic at the Magic Kingdom of Bingo, where peasants try to kill you with their looks and get you high the second you walk out the door.  More on that later.

The morning clouds look quite majestic and beautiful, but were harbingers of heat.  They may have banned cloud seeding in the entire U.S., but California does whatever they want.  Those planes kept me up most of the night because our illustrious governor thinks making rain will get him off the hook for not enforcing fire regulations, causing entire cities to burn down.  But that's another story.  

The first thing I did was attack my new watch.  The good news is I finally got it set up.  Not like I want however, since there are a million new settings, and not one of them is the same watch face I used and loved for the past 8 years.  Just give me ONE setting that shows the month, date and time.  They've got nothing.  Zero!

This is the closest I could come.  When you move your wrist, it opens it eyes, blinks, makes a scary face, and laughs at you before going back to sleep.  No kidding ... it's just weird!!  I probably spent four hours trying to figure out my phone updates.  Nothing works like it did previously, and nothing LOOKS like it did previously.  It's going to take a long while to get used to the new setup and how to access what I want to see, but at least I can now tell what time it is.

It's BACON TIME!  Yessiree, I still have three tomatoes in the fridge to eat up.  Unlike the artificially ripened tomatoes you buy in the store, home grown does not last long in the fridge.  They last even  LESS time if you leave them on the counter.  So BLT sandwiches it is!!  

My masterpiece ... on garlic sourdough bread.  Yes, you are right ... it wasn't all that great.  Sourdough was not meant for BLT's.

Since we're going tripping in a couple of months, I'm getting an early start.  Jonathan has been sleeping closer to the floor ... and supported top to bottom .... I decided to cut up two dowels for the bottom of this travel cage.  I'm not all that great with saws, especially when it comes to the notches on the ends that hold it in place.  Hopefully they stay put.

And then it was time to head off to the Castle ... like at 1:00 because now I have to set up the entire room.  I think I have the bingo machine down, and am able to get the sound system working.  Those TV's that display everything are a completely different animal.  Mostly because every single TV is a different brand, with a different remote and none of them program the same way.  

I get to watch baseball for at least 30 minutes every time I turn one television on.  Who does that?  Who is sitting in this big room watching baseball?  Isn't that for the bar where we have TEN showing everything from horse racing to golf to football?

All that time I was dealing with someone who wants to do too much.  Do you know that person?  They follow you so closely that when you stop they run into you?  "I can do that ... give me that" as they grab it from your hands.  I do love having help, but on this night it was cray cray.  Literally every time I turned around, I almost knocked her over.  

I finally sent her off on a wild goose chase while I went upstairs to find the AC not working in the office.  Here's the thing ... old unit died, new unit installed, nothing done to the duct work.  Should work the same, yes?  It doesn't even keep the office down to 80 degrees ... it's HOT.  

Supposedly the repair guys said we need to redo the duct work.  Why?  It worked fine before, why not now?  So today I'm meeting with the repair guy and our Right Hand Man to get that answer.  It's always something.

And it was yet again as one TV just would not work.  RHM (right hand man) checked it, replaced the splitter and VOILA ... Bingo was in business.  Too bad for me, my cashier was not available to work on this night.  My Lady in Waiting was thrilled.  There's something to be said about that, but I'll leave it alone.

We had the usual "you didn't give me that card", which was closely followed by three more, meaning if SHE got an extra card, maybe "I" can too.  Sadly for them, it didn't work.  

And so I sat at the Infernal Machine all night and luckily balanced to a tee.  No animals were hurt in the making of this Magic Castle bingo night.  Well maybe one whose feelings got hurt when she didn't have the correct last number to win the additional $599.   

I headed out the door in record time.  WHAT'S THAT SMELL?  Oh how I know that smell!!  It's Eau de Skunk!!  SO ... in case you didn't know, there is a new brand of MaryJane out there that ... no kidding ... is called Skunk Weed and smells JUST LIKE ONE.  They stand outside the back door and smoke it, stinking up the entire neighborhood.  Rule #9 ... don't ever inhale as you walk out the door ... it's nasty!!

And so I finally made it home to the squeals of a sweet puppy and the purrs of an even sweeter kitty.  That works better than ANY skunk weed EVER could!!