Warning: Teeth

Of course we have a clear little box with four teeth in it on our kitchen counter. Who doesn't?

They're Isaac's wisdom teeth, extracted this week. Yes, the same week he had to have surgery. It's been a tough week for him.

That's the Way it Was, with the Old Man

Back in 1976, when we were celebrating the bicentennial of the United States, we got stuff like this. Good ol' Darren McGavin, the Old Man himself, delivering real news, not that politic slop.

We also got crap like this, so it wasn't all good:

We're in a much, shall we say, stranger era today. We're post-irony, post-cynicism, and in places where we'd have "woke" spokespeople on one side of the 250th arguing with the non-woke on the other.

I don't know that we're any more polarized than we were in the 1970s, but we're certainly a lot louder about it.

Tired Guy Duty

So Isaac went into wound care this morning for a follow-up, and they decided they needed to do a little surgery. So he was in for day surgery. Michelle was with him up until about 1:30, but she had to go to the dentist for a root canal and crown, so I stayed with him that afternoon.

Sorry for the graphic photo. These are the burns on his abdomen, which had them concerned. So they put him under briefly, removed the dead tissue, then put on some cadaver skin as a temporary bandage as he heals.

So he had dead guy duty.

He is a dynamo, though. He was done with surgery and discharged at 4:30, but before we could go home we had to stop to get him something to eat, back to the hospital so he could get his pineapple juice out of his truck (he's getting his wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, and was told the juice would help with the swelling), then out to the plant so he could get stuff from his locker, then to the company store for some ice cream, then to Walmart for a poncho, then finally home where I dropped him off but took his brother to the hospital again to pick up Isaac's truck.

He's the one who had surgery, but I'm the one who's tired. Though he has gone to bed and I'm still up like a moron.

I Did This. A Little.

I don't get to talk a lot about the specifics on the work I do, but since the company published this, I guess I can blab a little.

I did indeed help on the paperwork to make this happen. I'm part of a group that writes and edits reports that are used to track waste like this from cradle to grave. It's challenging work, but I certainly enjoy it. Well, parts of it. Some of it bears the ickiness of any job, but you put up with a lot for a paycheck.

Oh, I Got Dead Again.

 

This is what you get from your laid-back son when he's doused with 185-degree water mixed with a caustic solution and has to go to the ER for treatment.

If anyone asks, he's fine. And ready to go back to work tomorrow.

My Grandpa Car

I was visiting my father-in-law over the weekend, and happened to come as my brother-in-law and their family were leaving after a brief Spring Break visit.

We got to talking about my car, a 2005 Honda Pilot which we bought from my father-in-law for $10,000. I don't remember when it was, but we've had it ever since, which I think is about ten or so years after that.

Carl, my brother-in-law, asked what work we've had to have done on it to keep it running. It's got 260,000 miles on it now.

I had to think about it for a bit.

Aside from regular maintenance, from battery replacement (once), new tires, (once) and oil changes and such, the only repairs I've had to have done is to replace the starter and replace the gas cap.

So it's been a *really* reliable vehicle for us.

I don't have an accounting like the one in this video, but I believe it's comparable.

There are some repairs which should probably be done:

1. I've got an air bag sensor that's gone bad.

2. The power steering has developed a small leak.

We've tried finding a used sensor at the scrap yards, but apparently this is a common failure point on Pilots, so the one we need is always missing.

And as for the power steering, the leak is small enough to the point I'm not that worried about it yet. It's more an annoyance to have to top up the fluid every once in a while than anything else.

Knock on wood, it'll keep running for a lot longer.

The Pie-Industrial Complex

 

I am part of the Pie-Industrial Complex.

My full-time job as a technical writer supports cleanup of waste mostly left over from the Manhattan Project.

While I'm grateful for the work, this commercial from 1971 certainly packs a message. Where do we want our money going?

President Trump is telling us we need money to fight wars, and that money for health care or daycare or whatever it is at home that we need is secondary to that fight. Nevermind it's wars that idiot started himself because War is Cool or something, according to the Beavi and Butt-Heads he's got surrounding him in Washington and elsewhere (I'm looking at you, Israel).

Traffic Blockage

I don't usually go home on Pancheri Drive, but today's activity made it necessary.

I won't do that again.

At the intersection of Pancheri and Utah avenues, this:

Note the green light.

No one was moving. You can see cars trying to turn left off of Utah Avenue went into the intersection on the yellow and got caught on the red. They were effectively blocking the intersection for those trying to turn left off Pancheri to Utah, as I was, because I already know the series of lights ahead (Pancheri and Capital, Pancheri and Yellowstone) are an absolute cluster most of the time and particularly at this time of day, say about 5:45 p,m.

The red circle shows the intersection I was stuck at. Yellow shows the lights further down the line, where reds were causing traffic to back up and idiot drivers were blocking the road.

A complication I suspect: Neither the intersection at Utah or Capital, operated by the city of Idaho Falls, have cameras. The intersection at Yellowstone does have cameras, but it's operated by the state, as Yellowstone is technically US 26/I-15 Business route. I don't think the city and state coordinate these lights well at all, because if they were coordinated, we wouldn't see traffic backing up from Capital or Yellowstone all the way across the Pancheri Bridge to Utah and beyond.

There are four river crossings locally. Two are clusters. This one, and the one on Grandview which turns into US-20 and intersects with an interchange with I-15. I usually take that route and get off and go home via downtown and First Street, which is a slow way across town - a good portion of it is 25 miles per hour - but thus sees a lot less traffic than the other routes.

This city needs some serious traffic planning, as does the county. Bless them, they try. But we have a good contingent of intersection-blocking locals who don't want things to change, even though things are changing. They're idiots.

Where Were You When World War Three Started, Grandpa?

So yeah, these, our modern times, suck.

And so do a lot of people living in our modern times. But I try not to pay attention to that.

A few things I do pay attention to:

-- Those looking at Revelation in the New Testament as a clear play-by-play of how the "end times" are going to come about should really, really be careful in separating those who ask us to humble ourselves and repent and try as hard as we can to get along from those who look at Armageddon and think, "How can I actively make that come to pass?"

What was it he said that got everyone so upset?

Be kind to each other.

Oh yeah. That'll do it.

We seemed to have stepped back from the brink this week. But only just, and our Dear Leaders are still dancing on the edge of the precipice. Kinda like this:

Grab a fence post, hold it tight,

Whomp your partner will all your might.

Hit him in the chin, hit him in the head,

Hit him again that critter ain't dead.

Whomp him low and whomp him high,

Stick your finger in his eye.

Pretty little rhythm, pretty little sound,

Bang your heads against the ground.

So where was I? I was at home, washing my tights.

Because talking to our representatives does nothing. They're so deep inside the machine now they don't really listen to us unless we're echoing what they're already thinking. I wish that was cynicism talking, but it's reality.

Bookshelves? A Zero Sum Game

Between things today, I added another six feet of shelves for books in the study, hoping that extra room would let me squeeze in all of the books sitting near the shelves, plus all the other books we have hidden around the house.

Those of you with books know how this ended. While some of the shelves have more wiggle room, I still don't have enough shelves for the books we have.

And I had to take five pictures off the wall to make room for the new shelf. This is a zero-sum game.

UPDATE: With a bit more shuffling, I was able to get the stray books stuck randomly on top of other books on the shelves put away properly, but there's still not enough room for all the books we have. I have a good four linear feet I took out to work, and between the "to read" piles Michelle and I have, that's another four linear feet, so I don't know what to do. Except to go out and buy more books.

And yes, we are getting rid of books. Well, two books. One is a falling-apart copy of Richard Adams' "Watership Down," and another is a surplus paperback copy of Laura Hillenbrand's "Unbroken."