Grump Central Archive: Week of 14 July 2019

Saturday, 20 July 2019

Yesterday's heat index high of 105 is supposed to be bested by another five degrees today. Yikes! I'm awfully glad my kitties now have air conditioning. I'd still prefer they were in the house with me, but I have a ways yet to go before that can happen. I'm being vexed by the County Health Department—when I called the second time, they had no record of the appointment made on my first call, and now I've yet to receive a return call from any of the voice mail messages I've left subsequently, so I imagine it'll be yet another week or more before I can get their butts out here for my final well and septic...

Friday, 19 July 2019

Welcome to hell. Yes, I know there are hotter places—I've spent far more time in Florida and Phoenix than I'd have preferred, and I've even been to Needles, CA. This is still bad enough, especially considering the horrid humidity drives the heat index well over 100. Three minutes outside and I'm exhausted to the point of nausea.

Thursday, 18 July 2019

With temperatures threatening to break 100 by the weekend, my helper helped me move the AC from the cabin to my kids' camper, as their lives were literally at risk; today they got to enjoy 76° while it was 95° outside (with a heat index of 101°). Since I'd originally purchased the AC unit for the camper, the installation was relatively simple. I'm also focusing on house construction needed to get my kitties moved in ASAP.

Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Staying cool by sheetrocking the house (with temps in the 90s, I've been running the AC a few hours each day). Two more rooms are done, and my office is the next victim. Also, I've condensed the home page to remove some redundant links—they're all located in David's Modeling Journey.

Tuesday, 16 July 2019

Received another shipment of sheetrock yesterday, enough to totally finish the living space and a good bit of the rest of the house. Even better, as soon as I can get certain doors installed, my kitties can finally move in! That would help brighten my mood, as I'm quite down for having worked on a "tribute" web page for an old friend long gone—unfortunately for me, remembering good times is almost always more sad than sweet.

Monday, 15 July 2019

A year ago today, things looked mighty different. While the end of the commercial property nightmare was a few weeks away, I was mere inches away from a complete nervous breakdown. Whenever I think things are rough now, I just need to remind myself of this time to regain perspective.

Sunday, 14 July 2019

My trees are dying. Every time I gaze out of my living room windows, I see signs that more of the hardwoods are giving up. I've been noticing this ever since I moved here in 2014, and it's taken me years to learn why. Now I know. And now I also believe that it's high time to lump climate deniers in with flat earthers and other conspiracy loonies. The evidence of global warming is overwhelming and irrefutable, and deniers are going to increasingly absurd lengths to twist facts (or totally fabricate them) to support their idiot agenda. And now that the topic has entered mainstream politics in full force, the rhetoric—on both sides, unfortunately—is becoming more toxic than the waste we continue to dump in our oceans.

Sorry, but the bottom line is that Earth has already been destroyed by humans, and there simply isn't enough time left to fix it before Mother Nature invokes Her ultimate revenge. I hate to be Debbie Downer, but I'm altogether too aware of human nature, and our nature isn't at all encouraging: we're reactive instead of proactive, and time has already run out for any realistically effective "pro-action." Anyway, deniers and Big Industry aren't Earth's greatest enemies; it's apathy and ignorance. The vast majority of our burgeoning population could not care less about the problem—assuming they're even aware of it in the first place. Just look at how much of our information bandwidth is devoted to utterly worthless nonsense such as celebrities, pop culture and social noise. It's nauseating.

Oh well, I had to get that off my chest—for all the good it would do since, knowing my small circle of friends, I'm preaching to the choir. I'm just thankful I won't be around to see the worst of it, and even more thankful I never had any offspring, who would be destined to face the onset of our collective doom.

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