The Rusty Nail

A couple of weeks ago, we won a $50 gift certificate to a fishmonger place not too far from us, from a radio station.  The show’s producer was away for a while preparing for his wedding, and honeymoon, but we finally got a call back from the station to get the name and address to send it to.  This is a fantastic fishmonger, and none of us are allergic to any sort of seafood, so, yeah, we will blow it on stuff like lobster bisque and crab cakes.

Other than that, I awarded a contract to a company to replace a sliding glass door.  I’ve hired them for for some jobs before, but this time their estimate seemed absurdly high, until the other two came in.  Anytime I’m looking at thousands for home repair, I’m going to get in several bids/estimates.  They know that.  Told them as much.  At least they can schedule the job within a few weeks, rather than months from now, and since I’ve been dealing with the owner for over a decade, I know that if there’s some problem, they’re good to their promise of a three year guarantee on workmanship.

No, not my complaints.  But every year, there are multiple people who do not like the noise of fireworks, and bitch about how they freak out not themselves, but neighbors’ dogs, people who have babies, people who go to bed early, or veterans with PTSD.  This is on Nextdoor.

Spare me the emotional drama.  These people simply don’t like the noise.  What pisses me off the most is that they just won’t come out and say it’s the noise that bothers them, even though it’s no louder than a cracking thunderstorm.  They use other people they don’t even know, except in theory, to advance their agenda.

State fireworks laws do exist, but they involve how far away from an occupied building they can be set off, but not the noise level, which never exceeds that of a good thunder crack from Mother Nature, anyway.

Instead of getting all whiny, and bitchy online about your neighbors, maybe report them to the police if they violate fireworks laws.  Don’t get all manipulative, yelling about what big bad meanie poopie-heads and Hard Hearted Hannah types we are, for not kowtowing to your desires for silence.  If the cops ignore your complaint, way out in the ‘burbs, and exurbs, whine harder, because that’s sure to bring them around to your side.  They probably have more important cases to deal with, than a noise ordinance violation.

I know all about manipulative people in real life.  Eventually, they know we’re onto their behavior.  Takes them a while, but they do finally stop with it.

Online peeps who start that crap, trying to get unsuspecting strangers to go along, have no sympathy from me.

We had a fantastic supper of ribs, smoked to perfection, coleslaw, and corn-on-the-cob.  We also shot off some some damn good fireworks, too.  We have enough acreage to do so, legally.

We won a $50 Capt’n Chucky’s gift certificate from a local radio station.  The way this giveaway works is that you phone in to answer the question of the day, and if your answer gets chosen as that day’s winner, your name goes into a hat for a Friday drawing, with the rest from that week to see who gets the prize.

The Shaving Cream song won it for us this week.

Capt’n Chucky’s isn’t a restaurant, but it’s a small chain of fishmongers that specialize in crab cakes, but have other stuff, too.  I won a $50 gift certificate from the radio station last September.  We blew a little more than twice that much there on various things, so we now know what we want, and what’s merely so-so for the price.  We’ve also spent more than $50 there a couple of times since then.  Now, we’ll  get to blow another $50 on lobster bisque and crab cakes.  Woo-Hoo!

Our local talk radio station’s noon-3pm guy asks a question of the day, takes callers, and then rates the answers, to pick a winner at the end of the show.  The question of the day was “Who is so famous that he/she goes by one name?”

I was on hold for over an hour but finally got on the air with my answer:  Shakespeare.  My reasoning was that theaters still put on his plays, and that if I somehow got marooned on a desert island with only one book from my library, it would be “The Complete Works of Shakespeare.”

The show host used to teach high school English before he got into talk radio.  The producer started arguing with him that “nobody likes to read Shakespeare, and besides, it’s many books, not one.”  The show host refuted that, and even asked me for a Shakespeare quote.  God knows how this got on the air, without getting bleeped, but I replied “Out, out, damned spot.”  The host said “That’s a good one.”  I’ve got at least a dozen more, but something short from Macbeth is better than reciting the Hamlet soliloquy.  What’s even funnier is that the show host said tomorrow’s question of the day might be “What’s a good Shakespeare quote?”

The upshot is that my answer made it into the top three for consideration, but didn’t win.  *sad trombone*

We could use a slider replaced.  Got a hold of a contractor I’ve used for nearly 15 years.  He will come by later this week to take measurements, etc.  The guy is the son of the guy who started the business.  They’re good people.  I’ve been dealing with them for almost 15 years.  It’s probably going to cost a lot, but these guys are fair on the labor charges.  That’s the good.

The bad is that I had to plunk eight 3″ round chlorine tablets into the “turret” of my pool circulator/pump.  Not as bad as chipping/digging out a quart of cal-hypo crystals from what’s almost a 50 pound cement pail, thankfully.  I still reek of chlorine, though, even after washing my hands and arms twice.

After all this, it’s still too cold to go swimming, or floating around the pool.  The water looks great, but it’s still cold.  I’m not going in there yet.

On another note, we look after our neighbor’s chickens when they’re away.  Those girls are nice chickies.

The best states in which to buy gas between the northern East Coast and MN are Ohio and Iowa.  Hands down, at least 20-30 cents/gal. cheaper than the other intervening states.  Weather on the way out sucked; on the way back, it was glorious.

The family reunion went off without a hitch.  My M-I-L was happy to see all of us.  With her poor health, it might be the last time we get to see her.  We got home after being away for nearly six days, and the cats were fine.  Fetched the dog from our neighbor who agreed to take in in while we were gone, and all is well.  Our neighbor’s dog and our get along fine, plus we look after their chickens when they’re gone.  We just need to bring them a bottle of wine and a batch of freshly baked cookies with a Thank You note.  I’m not baking those cookies until tomorrow, though.  Forty hours round trip on the road, even w/o delays, takes more out of you than you’d think.  I need to decompress.

My B-I-L and I had a good discussion about rifles, and things that look like them, but aren’t.  He saw a raccoon out in broad daylight, acting really funny, so it probably was rabid.  He went into the house and came back out with is .22 LR.  I asked to see it, since it looked exactly like the ones I had used when I was a kid.  Looked like it was from the ’50s, and the ones I used as a kid were probably that old, too.  Bolt action, single load only.  Mine’s a LOT newer than that, but the main difference is that mine has a standard 10 round magazine, which I don’t have to use, if I don’t want to.  Then, when I handed it back to him, he went and picked off that problematic raccoon.I wasn’t trying to impress him

Then, we moved onto BB guns and CO2 pistols at a later discussion.  We both have some.  He got a nifty find at some yard sale that was a Crossman BB gun made to look like an M-1 carbine.  He got it for $2 because it had a broken stock, and the guy who tried to sell it for $5 didn’t know how to load it, either.  B-I-L snagged it for the $2, looked it up online for the owner’s manual, figured out how to load it, and knew he could make a new stock for it himself.  SCORE!  I asked him to send me a picture of it when he’s done repairing it.

I wasn’t trying to impress him, but I think he had no clue we have firearms, plus other things that look like them in our household, and that I know how to use them.  Nobody else there among their guests would have even been interested.

A few cribbage games broke out.  My M-I-L is the queen of those, but the rest of the family is pretty good, too.  I’ve never learned how to play, and have no desire to, but it’s still interesting to watch.

For a side trip on a free Saturday morning/afternoon, we went to Four Daughters Winery for brunch, and a couple of sampler flights.  One was mixed reds, whites, and rosés.  The other was of their various flavors of “Loon Juice” hard cider, which they only make using Honeycrisp apples.  Bought a 6-pack of our favorite Loon Juice, brought it over for the Sunday party, and it was a hit with people who knew what it was.  oh, and the food at Four Daughters was really good.  I was impressed.  The place is out in the middle of nowhere at the northern end of Spring Valley, as 63 does its zig-zag along 16.

We finally were able to sign up with a new cell phone service, on our new unlocked phones.  The new company made it easy peasy, but Verizon gave us the run-around, and made it as difficult as they could, making us drive to a corporate owned Verizon store 45 minutes away to get a transfer PIN.  Sheesh.

Anyway, when we receive our SIM cards from the new carrier, all we have to do is swap out the ones that came with the phones for the new ones.  We should be good then.  It should happen later this week (3-4 days?).

The fun part is going to happen when we have to learn how to use the new phones.  Our previous ones were 15 year old Motorola Razr models.  The new ones are also Moto flip Razr models, but they run on 5G, and will take some getting used to, since we’re not used to smartphones.

Anyway, we signed up for the base unlimited talk/text plan.  We’re not connected to our cell phones with an umbilical cord, so we don’t need or want more than that.  For half the price of Verizon with the same coverage nationwide, into Canada, it’s worth the switch.

We like our 15+ year old flip phones, but 3G is going the way of the Titanic, so we had to upgrade phones at long last, to be compatible with 5G.  Okay, fine, but switching over is proving to be a lot more complicated than it should be.

We have nifty new unlocked phones, and just need to get the SIM cards to pop in, then activate service.  No problem, right?  But, even though I plugged in all the info for our current cell numbers, and the IMEI ones for our respective new phones, I could not get the payment page to load.

Shot off an email about it since it was after hours to call.  Should get a call back tomorrow to fix it all, inasmuch as when I initially inquired about switching to them, someone called me back the next morning to discuss my plan options if I did decide to go with them.

Hopefully, this will work out well.  We seldom use our cell phones, and usually don’t even bring them with us unless we’re going away on vacation, so all we want is a talk and text plan.  I’ve already got both phones hooked into our house wi-fi, so we don’t need data plans, although we’d be on our computers here, rather than our phones for internet stuff.

It’s bad enough that gasoline and groceries cost a lot more than they used to, but office supply type stuff from Staples is through the roof, too.  I needed one ream of printer/copier paper, and I wasn’t even looking for high quality, ultra bleached stuff.  Couldn’t find anything less than a 3-pack of reams.  Also needed some manila envelopes, mailing envelopes, and binder clips.  I used to be able to buy envelopes in quantities of 20 or 40.  Nope.  Nothing less than packages of 100 was for sale.  The binder clips were reasonable, though for 25 of them.

The bill came to nearly $55 for those four items.  The good news, I guess is that I now have a two year supply of printer paper, and a 10 year supply of envelopes.  Fortunately, I didn’t need any printer cartridges.  Those would have been much cheaper to buy online, anyway, from some wholesaler on eBay.

Depending upon in which state you live, state taxes may be due either this Friday, or next Monday when Federal is due.  Oh, man.  I got stuck with a fortune for federal, and a smaller one for state, this year.  Some years, I overpay estimated, and end up owing nothing.  Some years I end up owing nothing for estimated quarterly, but then get stuck owing a fortune when I end up making more than I thought I would.

This year is one of those in which I owed both a large fortune for last year, plus a mini-fortune for 1Q estimated, to both my state, and Uncle Sam.  My accountant and I agreed that this year was highly unusual for my capital gains, so we decided to half last year’s to estimate this year’s.  It’s not really a bad guess.  If I end up overpaying for 2022, I won’t be giving the government too huge of an interest free loan, and if I underpay, it won’t be by enough to trigger a penalty.

This is what happens when your income is highly variable year to year.  Hope the rest of you don’t have the kind of roller coaster ride I’m having, but I guess if you owe a fortune, it’s better to pay it now before taxes get raised again.  That won’t happen during an election year, but you can bet it will come up for discussion in congress in 2023.

Buckle up, people.  We’re all in for a ride over the next 2-3 years.