Well, dear readers, I am certainly glad that yesterday is done and now I can see the pretty countryside and merrily roll along. I must say it here and now as well as now and here that yesterday really took the cake for irritants. Let me just do a laundry list of them for you. They began at nine when the doorbell rang. It was the company that the DWP has hired to switch out a power pole. He reminded me that they’d be working in the yard, and I reminded him that someone had told me that on Saturday and that they’d let me know before they were going to shut off the power for thirty minutes so I could properly shut down the computer. I went back to bed and slept until noon o’clock for eight hours of sleep. Once up, I answered e-mails and was happy to see that they’d already entered the final fixes on the final designed book. That was the best thing that happened. I checked each fix, and they were all fine and we locked the book. At one-thirty guess what happened? Yep. The shut the power off as they said they’d be doing. What they DIDN’T do is tell me they were about to do it, so everything just shut down improperly. Well, I went berserk. I went to the yard and screamed at the guy who did it. He said he’d gotten the go-ahead. So, I walked next door and demanded the boss. He wasn’t on site, but they called him and told him how angry I was, and he got back there in five minutes and apologized profusely, telling me that someone was supposed to let me know. I told him that didn’t help the fact that my computer could be screwed up. Anyway, he told me power would be back up in twenty minutes and that’s exactly when it came back on. However, it took about ten more minutes for all the power to kick in – it did one breaker at a time, and the last of them was the breaker that has the computer. I reset the clocks and finally got the computer booted up, but the computer was NOT happy and was slow loading everything and it took almost ninety minutes before things were working normally. Then I went to Gelson’s for some Jew food. I got a little chopped liver – want to know what a half a small thing of chopped liver cost? Eight bucks. Instant irritant. I got some macaroons. Want to know what they cost? Ten bucks for not many macaroons. I got one matzoh ball (four bucks) and some Progresso chicken noodle soup, one tiny piece of kugel (six bucks), and then some fresh-sliced roast beef from their carving station. Normally, I don’t go anywhere near that because it’s so rare that it’s probably still breathing. But yesterday they had a few slices that were medium so I got those (ten bucks).
I came home, even more irritated to have spent so much on what would be a single meal. Over the course of a few hours, I had the beef, the soup and matzoh ball (that was the best of the food), the little bit of chopped liver, the small thing of kugel and a couple of macaroons. None of it, save for the soup, was great – not bad – but not great. I got a license renewal thing. It used to be that if you didn’t have tickets or accidents, they’d auto renew for three years. Well, not if you’re over seventy. Nope, ageism is alive and well at the DMV and boy is there a class action lawsuit waiting to happen because they basically say that on their site. Well, what age group do you think causes the most accidents in these United States of America? Hint: Not old people. Most accidents are caused by sixteen and seventeen-year-olds. The fewest accidents are caused by seventy to eighty-year-olds. So, now I have to study up for the damn written test again, which is a big ol’ pain in the ASS since I just took it three years ago, plus the eye test, plus having to make an appointment in November, which is, of course, irritating. That was my day. Also, the flying bug thing is out of control at the front door. I literally cannot open the door or 200 of those things would immediately fly into the house. It’s day AND night. So, I told Grant he had to get an exterminator here pronto to deal with it. DoorDash wouldn’t even be able to deliver without getting through all those flying things. This has never happened before in all the time I’ve been here and it needs to be stopped now.
I did finish the documentary on the Cheshire murders – very interesting and the two responsible people were given the death penalty, which was then repealed a year later, which means the state could have saved years and millions of dollars because both murderers were willing to plead guilty and accept life in prison with no parole ever. The families should have accepted that, but no, they wanted to put themselves through the ringer and boy did they.
Then I watched another HBO documentary entitled There’s Something Wrong With Aunt Diane, about a woman with her three kids in the car and several others that belonged to other people, driving home from a camping trip, getting on the wrong side of the freeway and causing a head-on collision, killing herself, all but one of her kids, all the other kids, and all the people in the other car she hit. There had been warning phone calls from the kids saying she was behaving and driving erratically and of course many 911 calls about her being on the wrong side of the freeway. An autopsy is performed on the woman and the results showed her blood alcohol level was the equivalent of ten drinks plus marijuana. The husband and the woman’s sister don’t believe it. She rarely drank, rarely smoked marijuana. But then why was there a bottle of vodka in the driver’s side door pocket? Video footage from a gas station showed the woman trying to buy something but apparently they didn’t have what she wanted. The husband and sister want justice and the truth. A documentary filmmaker goes on that quest. They hire a private investigator and pay him a lot of money. He requests a new test to see if the autopsy results were accurate, but he won’t release it to the documentary filmmakers without payment. Later, he finally tells the sister that he did give the results to the husband and that they were the same – she was drunk and high as a skunk. He thinks it was because of a dental problem, an abscessed tooth that might have caused a stroke. It may well have been an abscessed tooth as she’d had a lot of dental work, and that’s why she may had had the vodka and marijuana. But I don’t care how strong the pain was, you pull off the road and call someone to come get you. What you don’t do is drink, get high, and kill people because you can’t function behind the wheel. The filmmaker doesn’t seem to have a point of view about any of it, and if you cut all the nonsensical filler shots, the 105-minute film would probably run 85-minutes and would be better for it.
Anyway, I’m glad yesterday is done so we can see the pretty countryside and merrily roll along.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll eat, and then we have our first music rehearsal at seven, which I’m very much looking forward to.
Tomorrow, we have two rehearsals – one to put in our actor into the playlet and then another music rehearsal. Thursday is a music rehearsal as is Saturday, Saturday night I’m seeing a show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, eat, have a music rehearsal, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are the best documentaries you’ve seen? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that yesterday is done and that we’ll see the pretty countryside.