Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Thursday, August 27
Very strong in the gym this morning…The new upped weight on the shoulder cable press was moved eight times and might have been able to force up another half a rep but a lesson learned over the years is not to force things, so eight was it.
Despite the fact it was a gorgeous, if somewhat warmer than usual, summer morning and the River Route was screaming to be utilized on the morning walk, yours truly took the Post Office Route…I have some zero clue why, but I’m finding the hassle of having to turn left and then right (there are even more turns on the Fairgrounds Route) and then reversing that on the way in is too mentally taxing right now…The Post Office Route is a straight shot: down Main Street to the post office, turn around and come back and in these complicated times, that is comforting.
The big news is the old, abandoned diner is being worked on…Recall there’s a sign out front proclaiming it will soon be a skate park and hangout joint, presumably for kids, but that’s been up for a couple-three months now and inside progress has been slow…Stuff’s been done, tho, recently: the inside has been cleaned up and there is a pool table in one room now, to join the small, I guess, skateboard ramp that is in what used to be the old diner’s main seating area…There’s a rack of pool cues on the wall and a cue ball on the table, so it looks ready to go.
The big news is ol’ Sparrow didn’t go to the Mexican joint on his trip to the next county…I am not making that up…Usually, the new ride pulls into the parking lot out of habit, before forging ahead to the retailer, but I’ve been craving a decent burger for a few days and all I’ve had recently were those microwave convenience store burgers, which I’m not really complaining about…Yours truly has eaten a lot of convenience store burgers over the years and wouldn’t have if they didn’t have some merit.
But sometimes you want the real thing, and there’s a chain restaurant in the next county that puts out a really good one, with good fries, too…It’s as good as the burger at the old diner and really hit the spot.
There was some interesting stuff in the mail today: five months and four days after filing, the divorce is final…Officially, it lasted 3,355 days and I immediately transferred the first alimony payment into The Ex’s bank account.
There was a ballot for the board of directors election for the local electric cooperative and I voted in accordance with standard Sparrow Priority Factors (SPF):
– Vote for yourself
– Vote for someone you know
– Vote for the babe
– Vote for the challenger
As it was, neither myself nor anyone I knew was running, so moderately attractive Kris and challenger Norm got my votes, as did an incumbent running unopposed.
Then there was a curious letter from a company I’d long dealt with as a sports official, both in Sin City and here…They started out with desktop software for assigning officials and then upgraded to an online system and then they branched out into paying officials…The association would wire them their payroll, they’d sit on it for a few days to earn some interest, and then either deposit in a bank account or credit to a debit card they provided…Regular readers of this crap know I’ve been out of officiating for a couple of years, so it was a surprise to hear from them.
They’d been hacked and then they were extorted to prevent the hacked information from being encrypted…They “reached an agreement” – paid them off – and they were offering a year’s free subscription to some service that provides ID protection services which I signed up for, just for funsies.
My recently refinanced mortgage has been sold, again…Kathryn, the lady who did both the refinance and the original mortgage in 2014, sold it to Bank A almost before the ink was dry on the refinance agreement, and today there was a letter from Bank B welcoming me to the Bank B family…It’s effective Sept 2…This is OK with me…Bank A’s online payment system was impossible to figure out and I’ve been paying the mortgage by phone, tho maybe I’ll send checks into Bank B…I’ve got a lot of them, a lifetime’s worth, really, and I might as well use them.
I’ve been whining, off and on, about needing a second day off for a couple of weeks now and one plopped into my lap this week: state VSO training is next week…Now, it’s online and not in the big city, but it will still be more than the usual 20 hours I’m allotted each week, so I will take tomorrow off and apply the hours to next week…Offhand, the plan is to wash the car and now the lawn and clean off my desk, but we’ll see.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1800 Wednesday until 0130 Thursday…7.5 hours for the day and a mere 24.5 hours for the week, easily the lowest total of the month.
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