All right. I admit it. I missed the July NWR deadline by an entire month. Did anyone miss me?
I think I hear Simon and Garfunkel playing “The Sounds of Silence.”
Talk about a frigid welcome – My readers weren’t the only entities giving me a cold shoulder recently. It was a record 80 degrees in Florida today. Any colder and I’ll be grabbing my coat.
Did you know I once lived in Houston, Texas? My daughter used to live in the area that Hurricane Harvey flooded. It’s notorious for that. She moved to Oklahoma, where it’s a lot safer. Now, she only has to worry about 2 mile wide tornadoes.
Harvey is going back into the gulf for another drink of water so he can pee on Houston some more. Who says mother nature isn’t vindictive?
What’s next? 80 degree weather in Yellow knife – in January? I wouldn’t put it past Earth to tilt on her axis so that Ecuador can take Antarctica’s place. There’s something just not right about having palm trees in Canada.
So now that I’m drinking soup…in August…in Florida…without air conditioning (because I hate it – no, the A/C, not the soup), I’ll tell you why I missed my deadline in July.
My work load doubled and August was on the calendar before I had a chance to enjoy July.
Before you ream me a new one just because I went from ½ time to ¾ time in the work force, I’ll remind you of a very important fact. I retired for 2 months and 8 of the longest days of my life waaaay back in December 2016. When I was asked to come back (my replacement didn’t work out) my boss asked, “How long do you want to work?”
I replied, “Until I die.”
So while you’re dreaming about gathering sand fleas on the seashore, my top priority is having enough money coming in to feed dogs and cats (they seem to expect that), eat, pay bills, and have something to do besides sit around waiting to die.
As a reminder that I have more than paid my dues in this club called life, when I was 15, this is how we sent text messages
You put the letter in an envelope and sent it out. In week or two, you received a reply. I guarantee it contained whole words written by people who were actually happy to hear from you.
This was my first computer — at the age of 34 during my 3rd year of college
If you went over 15 pages, the entire document disappeared, but it was better than the IBM selectric, where the “cut and paste” feature was an eraser and a bottle of liquid paper — if you were lucky. Otherwise, you had to type the entire page over again.
This was my first computer printer
Now I get to walk around seeing people talking into their Dick Tracy phones while they’re texting on their smart phone with a piece of plastic in their ear and another smart phone in their pocket in the rare event a call comes in from work.
It was envisioned by the author of Dick Tracy that one day the talking phone might be used for something that’s actually…useful, not chattering about how ridiculous Kardashians look in flip flops.
So…yes. I did miss my deadline. But if a deadline comes and goes – and nobody in the cyberforest is there to hear it fall — it obviously didn’t make an impact. Just to show you that I am capable of making a deadline when I’m supposed to, I’m publishing this 2 days early.
It just hit 77 degrees. Excuse me while I wander off to look for my coat.