Anhydrous Wit

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Thursday, October 06, 2016

Dawn Patrol

Every morning, my commute takes me downhill through the Sandia Indian reservation, with the entire city of Albuquerque spread below me.  In the summer, I can see dawn breaking over the city.  This time of year, the lights glitter below, like something from the movies.

For a minute, I was surprised to see multiple, sudden bursts of flame in the sky.  "What the he** is...  Oh, yeah.  It's Balloon Fiesta week," I soon realized.  Living in ABQ, one gets used to seeing hot air balloons in the sky, but it's always a bit of a surprise when the Dawn Patrol is up in the dark, checking out weather conditions before Mass Ascension.

(I won't include any pictures here, because you need only do a simple, web search to find about a bazillion of them.)

Monday, September 26, 2016

The Ankle Bone's Connected to the Shin Bone

After a few weeks of my car dashboard telling me to "Check Stabilitrak" (whatever that is) and "Check Traction Control" (that doesn't sound good), I had a repair appointment at the dealership.  After taking an hour to let a computer diagnose the problem, the service technician told me that the EGR Valve was faulty.  According to Wikipedia, "EGR works by recirculating a portion of an engine's exhaust gas back to the engine cylinders."  This tallies with what the technician told me.

Now, I know next to nothing about cars, especially since I learned to drive back when cars were easier to fix and mechanics were smart enough to diagnose faults without using a computer, but how does a traction warning (which sounds like something to do with the wheels, axles, or steering) end up as a wonky part of the exhaust system?

The technician said that the car's computer (something else new since I learned to drive) registered the fault with the valve and then tried to compensate for it, which resulted in the traction warning.  I can vaguely understand that (trying to compensate), although it still sounds like a "black box" is somewhere between the exhaust and the tires.  This is another reason I prefer working with plants:  no moving parts.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Please Don't Eat the Daisies

A coworker specified the Double Scoop Cranberry or Pow Wow Wild Berry Coneflower for her latest landscape design.  As I was searching our nurseries for pricing, I came across several other Coneflower cultivars named after foods:  Tomato Soup, Cranberry Cupcake, Hot Papaya, Now Cheesier, Purple Merlot, Raspberry Tart, Supreme Cantaloupe, and Vanilla Cupcake.  (I'm guessing the same breeder developed all of them.)  I've stopped thinking about work and started thinking about dinner (and dessert).

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Failure to Suspend Disbelief

As if I'm going to believe a telemarketer with an East Indian accent when he tells me his name is "Mark Smith".

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Don't call us. We'll call you.

Aside from me not blogging in practically forever, you'll not hear from me by phone.  I went to purchase new minutes for my mobile phone last night, and the store didn't have any phone cards in my desired denomination (nor any lesser denominations that could add up to what I need).  Therefore, my phone is a nice paperweight until I can buy more minutes.  If you really want to call me, you'll have to use my mom's landline.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Snap, Crackle, Ouch!

Let me assure you that the above noises have nothing to do with my dental appointment this weekend.  I let the hygienist know about my tooth pain, and despite looking and poking, and after all the scraping and cleaning and polishing, I didn't feel any pain, nor could she see anything wrong with the tooth.  She let me know that, if I felt the pain again, I could make an appointment or stop by for an emergency visit between other patients.  In the meantime, I now keep hoping that the pain doesn't recur, and I am enjoying chewing with both sides of my mouth.

On a completely different topic, here at work I issue estimates.  If the customers accept the estimates, they sign them and send us a copy.  I send nearly all estimates as pdf attachments to e-mails, and we accept the signatures via e-mail, fax, or postal mail.  It works, and no one complains.  Until Friday, that is.  One customer called me and asked if she could send an electronic signature because printing the estimate, signing it, then scanning and sending it back to us would be "too much of a hassle".  Lady, in the olden days, we used to do everything by mail.  (That sound you hear is Progress running over my dinosaur toes.)

Wednesday, June 08, 2016

Another Day Older and Deeper in Debt

Yes, I definitely have passed the age of celebrating my birthday.  I now see it as another milepost of decline.

First off, I went to my optometrist earlier this year and told him that I think I need bifocals.  He said it happens to everyone about the age of 40.  It's nice to know I made it nearly five years beyond that.  Plus, it was a lot easier for me to tell him than it would've been for him to tell me.  He altered my contact lens prescription slightly and recommended a low power of reading glasses.

Second, just three days ago, I suffered from a toothache.  All sorts of things are running through my mind.  Thankfully, the pain went away, and I have a previously scheduled dental appointment (for a cleaning) this weekend.  I'll ask them to look at the tooth while I'm there and determine what sort of problem I have and what solutions there may be.

Do you see now why I don't feel happy about turning another year older?

What really doesn't bode well on one's birthday is waking up from a dream about one's impending demise and funeral plans.  Yeah, that was a great kickstart to my day.