Hobnobs, Never Gyp the Wait Staff, and Veggie Garden

We visited mom today, and took her grocery shopping after the thunderstorms broke.  She had her list.  I also wanted to get a few items while I was there that we can find around here, but not at Aldi, so in order to get them, we would have had to make a separate trip.  Might as well get them while we were there.  I found a sleeve of McVitie’s Hobnobs.  Although I almost never buy cookies, because most that I like, with the exception of Florentines, are so easy to make from scratch.  I’ll make an exception for Florentines, and Hobnobs, as a rare treat; I could not bake either one at home.

 

Although we haven’t done this in a while, we used to go out to our favorite pub for dinner after visiting mom.  We did so tonight.  Didn’t get our favorite waitress, who has been there since the beginning, but we got a really good one who had waited our table before.  Here’s my viewpoint on tipping, in the NE United States, anyway.  If the total cost of the meal isn’t that much ($24, for a huge plate of nachos and four draft beers is fairly typical for us), tip at least $3/person; if it’s an expensive meal at a really chi-chi place, stick closer to the 15% norm.  That way, if you want to become “regulars,” nobody is going to groan that you got seated at their table, or give you crappy service.

Tonight, we ordered an inexpensive meal, and I really wanted the two pint glasses in which we were served our brewskis, so I asked our waitress if I could buy them.  They were from River Horse Brewery in Ewing, NJ, and had an angry looking hippo for a logo.  This particular pub will sell the pint glasses, if a customer asks.  Some will; some won’t.  The cost may vary.  This time, we were charged $1 apiece, which she added to our bill.  If you order pint glasses directly from whatever brewery, the going rate is $5 apiece, plus shipping.  Our waitress even offered to go fetch us two clean ones, but I told her there’s no need; we’ll rinse them out when we get home, and run them through the dishwasher.  We would have left her the same good tip if the answer had been “No, I’m sorry we can’t sell them.”  Ask, and you might get; don’t ask, and you won’t get.  Right?

Pubs get cases of logo pint glasses for free from breweries, as promotions.  As long as more promotional glasses come in, they have nothing to lose by selling a few to customers, even if it’s for a paltry amount.  We’ve built up quite a large collection of pint glasses this way, plus added some Stella Artois gold rimmed glasses, and a few pilsener glasses via either free promos, or buy a 12-pack, and get one promos.

On to the veggie garden!  We’re getting jalapeños, cayennes, yellow straightneck squash, zucchinis, Kentucky Wonder pole beans, and Blue Lake bush beans, all ready for the picking.  What’s coming in big and strong, but are not yet ready for the picking are tomatoes, hard squash, and Tuscan-type hybrid melons.  The heirloom varieties look really good this year — so far.  Fingers crossed.

Sonichu Woz ‘Ere

This picture made me chuckle.  Look at the shape of what’s left of the glass storefront door.

Sonichu did it, I tell ya!  Busted right through that glass.  Anyone know what Chris-Chan’s been up to lately, other than pretending to be trans to make friends with females?

The Weekend’s Off to a Good Start

Ben barked up a storm this morning, which made me look to see if it was the mailman.  Sure enough, it was.  He was dropping off some packages by the front door that wouldn’t fit in the mailbox.  When we were away in MN a few weeks ago, I had the USPS hold the mail.  When it got delivered on our anticipated return date, there was so much of it that it was left by the front door in one of those milky white plastic crates they use.  I’d been meaning to drop it off at the P.O., but my other half had been driving around with it in the back of his truck when he went off to work all week, so I couldn’t deliver it.

Fortunately, I caught the mailman, and asked if he’d mind hanging around while I fetched it.  It took me a whopping 20 seconds to run across the driveway, open the back window of the topper, then the tailgate, scamper into the truck bed, and fish it out.  It had slid all the way up to the cab end.

Although I could have made good use of it for storage, had I kept it, it’s not my property.  The mailman grabbed it, and told me that I could have just hung it off my mailbox out  by the street.  Okay, so now I know.  At least the USPS got its property back, and I’m not going to get arrested (not that I would have been, anyway).

Other than that, my pellet ammo arrived for my air gun, as did my new omnidirectional ham radio antenna, (which beats the crap out of trying to build a tower for a Yagi, or running a long copper line), and a pair of Merrell hiking boots to replace my old pair that finally gave up the ghost after 20 years.

Also, a guy from the pool company showed up, unannounced, late afternoon, yesterday.  I called the service department to pay the bill, and explained about how the leak at the heater was getting so bad that I can’t run the circulator anymore, because the water level had dropped by 4″ pretty quickly.  Sure, I topped off the water using a garden hose, but it was very slow going to replace what leaks faster than that.  I was told they were a little shorthanded during the week, were behind schedule, and might not be able to send someone out until Monday or Tuesday.  Mostly, that meant I couldn’t run the circulator, which meant I couldn’t vacuum the debris on the bottom.  The water clarity was great, but probably wouldn’t have been by Monday or Tuesday.

Yes, this weekend is off to a good start. 🙂

Toads

Honest to god, I thought these things getting into the swimming pool that are about thumbnail sized were frogs.  Nope; they’re baby toads.  It actually makes sense.  Oh, they look like frogs at that size, but if you think about it, tadpoles, or polliwogs (whatever you prefer to call them), are already larger than these things, before they grow limbs.  Today, I fished a dozen dead ones out of the pool, along with a real, rather large frog.  The frog wasn’t quite bullfrog sized, but it was up there.

All the toads were dead.  Evidently, they can’t handle calcium hypochlorite and chlorine.  The frog was alive, and swimming faster than I could chase it with the leaf skimmer.  I finally herded it to the seating shelf at the deep end, where it took the initiative to hop out onto the surrounding patio.  It really wanted back into the pool, but I kept nudging it with the skimmer toward the fence.  When it hopped as far as the fence, it refused to jump through.  By then, I was ticked off, so I whacked it pretty hard with the skimmer.  That did the trick.  Not sure whether it made it back down to the pond, but it did jump through the fence as though it had been hit by lightning.  Perhaps one of the blue herons made a meal out of it.

Last year, frogs would get into the pool after a thunderstorm.  Some were only a few inches long; some were larger.  I had never seen toads outside the foundation plantings by the annex until a couple of days ago.  Toads like damp, shady places, and there is nothing remotely shady around our pool, during daylight, anyway.  This is new, to me, at least.  The good news is that they can’t handle the pool chemicals, so they just float around, dead, for me to scoop out.

It sounds a little disgusting, scooping out dead fauna, along with the flora, but it also means my chemical levels are okay, without reeking of chlorine.  If the pH gets too high, it’s easy to adjust with some HCl.  This revives my chemical engineering training, which makes me think “Hell, yeah, I can do this!”

Nikitarage

Hat Tip:  AliceWest

I’d call it road rage, but Nicky can’t legally be issued a driver’s license.  https://www.facebook.com/notes/kody-boye/who-is-nickolaus-pacione-and-why-does-he-harrass-me/10155906013507424/?comment_id=10155702386813233&notif_id=1529408009690899&notif_t=feed_comment_reply

JEEZUS … give it a break, Nikita, and let Kody live out the rest of his life without you.

 

Peaches Porcine and the Fake Accounts

Hat tips:  Lewis, Just Me

In addition to setting up fake accounts at Reddit and Writerscafe in the names of people with whom Nikita has a beef, he set up one at some place called Blurb, to go after some guy he thinks is one of those evil King James Bible only people.

Here’s the screenshot, in case it goes bye-bye:

Notice how it’s all about him and his legendary, in his own mind, books?  That’s so typical of Peaches.

Triumph TR6

Last Saturday, a New Jersey based band we like (April Mae & the June Bugs) was playing in Riegelsville.  We first saw them do the opening act for Wanda Jackson not quite two years ago, and went to see them a couple of months ago, doing a solo act.  So, we went to see them again.  They’re a mix of rockabilly and swing, with a little roots rock thrown in for kicks.  All three were there, crammed into a corner of the pub room.  When we pulled into the parking lot, we saw the Boogie Bus was there, and knew they had arrived.

That was ~ 6pm.  They weren’t due to play until 8:00.  Dave (aka “Catfish”) likes to work the crowd while he’s setting up, as does April.  During a break between sets, I asked April if she’d let me see her gloves up close.  It’s a really bizarre question to ask someone who doesn’t know you from Adam, but she was happy to let me see them, hold one for closer examination, check out how she had hand sewn on the metal finger nails, and even showed me where she’d worn a hole through the index finger of one of them.  We never did meet their bassist.  He’s not into working the crowd, and I wasn’t about to barge up to him to introduce myself.

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Starr Hill Brewery

A representative for our part of the country was at our local beer distributor handing out samples of his employer’s goods.  Starr Hill is a craft brewery that started out in Charlottesville, VA, but has since moved to a suburb, and opened a second location in Roanoke.  Evidently, the samples were good enough that it led my other half to buy a 12-pack sampler, in addition to what he went there to get.  It came with a free promotional pint glass.

I’d never heard of this brewery, but I did like the golden ale we split (it came in 16 oz. cans).  So, I looked up their webiste.  Probably the only things they brew that I wouldn’t like are the IPA and Imperial (aka double) IPA.  Ales are fine, but hold off on the strong hoppiness, as far as I’m concerned.

FWIW, this place sells those pint glasses for $3.50/each, which is less than the typical $5 most craft breweries want for them.  Then again, it wants just shy of $30 for a 2 liter growler.  Those normally go for $10 for a half gallon one, which is minimally smaller.

At least the beer is good, and is reasonably priced at ~$19 for a 12-pack of 16 ouncers.

We’ve stocked our bar with glasses primarily from promotional freebies like this, or buying them from our local pub, which will sell them for a couple of bucks to customers who ask, when they get served a pint in a really cool looking glass they want.  The wait staff double checks with the owner, if necessary, then just adds it to the bill.

There was one time that a local bar/restaurant’s adjacent deli had a promotion for Stella Artois, with the coolest looking gold rimmed glasses.  I asked the woman who works the checkout during the day what I had to do to get one of those.  “It’s free if you buy a 12-pack.”  I did, because I like Stella, and she really wanted to get rid of the rest of them, so she gave me all three Stella glasses they had left.  Those have to be washed by hand, rather than run through a dishwasher, but so what?  They’re lovely.