Yesterday, I said if you could subtract by 8 you might be a meteorologist. That was just another false weather prediction. When I went to bed around 1:30 AM this morning, it was 72°F. Right now at around 8:00 AM, it’s 34° F. That’s not a difference of 8, but you can still be a meteorologist since accuracy isn’t a requirement.
Go home, Jim! 😏
Yesterday, on-air personality of The Weather Channel, (weather.com), Jim Cantore and his crew were in Charlestown, Indiana. They were there to provide up-to-the-minute coverage of the devastation caused by the predicted storms.
He should’ve went to Chicago instead. While a bit windy here about 25 miles NE of Charlestown, (my outdoor rugs had their corners turned up) we had no significant weather challenges.
My lightweight, wicker furniture on the deck upstairs didn’t even budge.
Now you know: In 2017, a lawsuit was filed in Austin, Texas by a man seeking $17.31 in damages from his date who had been texting during a movie. He argued that his date’s behavior was a threat to civilized society and the money sought was to reimburse him for the cost of the movie ticket. (He dropped the suit after she paid him back the money.)
Yesterday was a near perfect spring day even though it’s not yet spring. It was sunny and nearly 75° F.
Today, they’re calling for rain and temps to be 8° cooler than yesterday… and tomorrow 8° cooler than that… and the next day, 8° cooler than that. See? If you can subtract by 8, you too could forecast weather in rural southern Indiana.
Will today be the day I bring out the Dap?
With my birthday rapidly approaching, I find I’m getting more and more ads for burial insurance. My inbox gets them and Facebook serves them up to me too. I’m not putting a lot of thought into the Facebook choice since they’re also showing me ads in Spanish, but sheesh!
With Scott talking about his move back to Indiana and Katie being all creative and painting furniture, I have a bit more motivation to patch the bajillion flaws in the upstairs walls and touch-up paint. But still, I can’t seem to get motivated enough to begin.
Here’s to TODAY being the day I get started!
Now you know: Pronouncing Arkansas as “Arkansaw” is required by Arkansas state law.
It makes me happy to see snow falling — I love how it blankets the earth. If it’s winter, then gimme some of that clean, white and crisp stuff.
I love it even more now!
I’m probably more of a snow fan because I no longer have to get out and drive in it. I do worry when my family and friends have to get to work — like Ben and Perry.
Speaking of poor Perry, he worked 10 hours starting at 6:00 AM yesterday morning. His 3rd shift person called in because the roads were too bad (she lives 10 miles away) so he had to cover that. AND, he’s today’s opener. I can’t imagine working 30 hours in 2 days. 🙁
The girls love the snow, but they don’t want to stay out there.
You’d never know by their pitiful faces that they were only outside like 10 minutes tops.
It’s supposed to be sunny later today, the snow having ended with about 3 inches on the ground here.
Now you know: On the set of Jaws, Spielberg invited George Lucas to see the mechanical shark still in development. Lucas playfully stuck his head in its mouth and Spielberg clamped it shut, leaving Lucas stuck. They snuck out of the workshop thinking they broke the contraption after eventually freeing him.
We had a client cancel a virtual event last February because of something out of their control — and as always, we allowed a reschedule without additional fees so long as it was scheduled before the end of the year. That deadline came and went. When the client asked if it was possible to reschedule now, we could’ve declined.
Being nice in business sometimes transforms into a painful experience.
They had already paid for the service and although outside of the contract, helping them was the right thing to do. I agreed to allow it specifically stating that prep would be minimal as not to incur additional costs and time on our end. Now, their Sr. Director of Human Resources is making me regret the decision.
I understand she’s trying to coordinate details, but her peppering of emails is making me crazy. I’m telling her the same things over and over and over again. For the love of all things holy, take a deep breath. No, we’ve not had time to review the email your CEO sent on Sunday night by 8:00 AM ET on Monday morning — especially not with 3 live events in 3 cities in 7 days. 😵💫
She probably missed a gorgeous sunset in her location so she could micromanage.
I didn’t miss the sunset here…
Pointers for organizers — don’t be annoying:
Before sending an email, make note of everything you want to know and form it into one concise message.
If someone tells you they will reach out if they need to connect, stop asking them constantly to schedule a call.
If you’re told you will receive something from someone on a specific day, don’t ask for it 50 times before the deadline.
Don’t pretend to know more about someone else’s job when they are an expert in their field.
Take a deep breath and relax — if you trust someone enough to pay for their services (or if your superiors did), you should expect them to be competent enough to deliver without your micromanagement.
“Here to help with whatever you need!” — Yes, yes I know. This is email #28 in just a few short days. 🙄
Now you know: While only 8.4% of Americans don’t wear seat belts, about 50% of those killed in car crashes were not buckled.
When living at the little house near the Ville, there was always a bird feeder in the front tree. We’d watch all sorts of feathery critters flock there to eat in the wintertime. I missed that when living in the city… but now we’re back in the restaurant business serving lunch to birds.
Since hummingbirds don’t stick around in the wintertime, we switch up the menu from sugary water to dry seeds.
The eatery’s grand winter opening!
We were slow to hang the feeder — I didn’t do it until Mr. Pesky started bragging about how many birds were eating at his place. When it finally quit raining long enough that I could hang the feeder, the first to try out the smorgasbord of seeds was a female cardinal, followed by her male counterpart.
It wasn’t long until another bird came along. I thought it was a blue jay… maybe a female one without vibrant colors. But it was smaller than the cardinal or the size I thought a blue jay should be, so I asked Google what kind of bird it was.
Google explained that we were serving a titmouse.
A titmouse is a small, cheery-voiced songbird from the tit and chickadee family — a nonmigratory woodland bird. Not very original, the name basically means “small bird.”
Google also let me know he prefers sunflower seeds. I figure the side eye I’m getting is because of his displeasure over what we’re serving out here.
We’ve not had a ton of birds so far, but we’ve only been open for business for a couple days. It doesn’t help that Merida jets out the front door scaring them off every couple hours.
It’s time to consider a relocation strategy. 😏
Now you know: The oldest known wild Tufted Titmouse was at least 13 years, 3 months old. It was banded in Virginia in 1962 and found in the same state in 1974.
