Yesterday, I changed the blades on the riding mower. The last mowing required two passes, so it was time. There was little left to parts of the blades, and the reason the cut was so incomplete was obvious. I'm usually more prompt in changing blades, but I was trying to get one more mow out of the blades. I'm good for about two months, and will change them near the end of the season.
I have a relative, that out of the kindness of their heart, cosigned for their brother on a used pickup to help them get on their feet. It was a move not recommended by any of the family, and it bit them on the butt. The brother left town for work across the state, is not paying the note, the wreckers have roamed the neighborhood looking for the truck, and the sibling is still paying the insurance. The law doesn't offer much relief, and without the truck in possession, disabling it, and allowing it to be repossessed isn't an option. They're in touch, but it's the usual promises without results. I have no faith in the brother, and if I was so inclined, would stomp a mudhole in his ass.
It will be hot this week. The weather is influenced by the Gulf of America, and the high humidity makes the heat almost unbearable. Morning, and evenings, are the time to get things done. Both offer mosquitoes to annoy, and even without the sun, heavy sweating is sure to happen.
I can't offer much about the Middle East, except it resembles the constant strife recorded in the Bible. The more things change, the more they remain the same.
The constant increases in prices is sure stretching my retirement income. Maybe I should find a cushy consultant job, where I can irritate the younger, smarter folks that are determined to make their own mistakes in a glorious disaster.
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