Heat Wave Strikes
Well, the heat wave hit about 6:00 in the morning and we had a downright pleasant day with crystal clear skies in the afternoon. The temperature reached 43°F and streaks of cerulean blue could actually be seen in the eastern sky. I'd forgotten how much I like that color in a sky. In fact, the word cerulean derives from the Latin word for sky.
So, I ventured into town today to have the brakes on the Jeep replaced and took the opportunity to have a hot dog "all the way" at the Old Time General Store.
Two of the waitresses at the counter were native Floridians but the third was from Alleghany County. As we were chatting, the third says "I've cleaned your house before." Seems she is the sister of the fellow who keeps an eye on the place when I'm not around and who's wife cleaned the house from time to time (apparently with her sister in law helping out) before I became a full-time househusband. You sure gotta be careful what you do and say in a small town!
Following lunch I went job shopping again, this time to Charleston Forge and Dr. Grabow, the smoking pipe manufacturer. Charleston Forge marketing and sales, I was told, was done in Boone, but the fellow took my resume and promised to send it along to headquarters anyhow. As for Dr. Grabow, well, I may as well have been a space alien. Apparently no one had ever been so brazen as to walked in the front door and asked for a job before. The nice receptionist, after recovering from the shock and regaining her composure, took my resume and calling card, and promised to get it to the right person ... whoever that might be as she was not naming names.
Zilch for four.
When I returned from town the temperature in the house was 73°F. I was wasting fuel! Considering that the K-1 kerosine I bought today was $3.49 a gallon and that Large may never come back to cut wood after I worked him like a government mule last time (or so he says), I wouldn't want to do that again.
So, I ventured into town today to have the brakes on the Jeep replaced and took the opportunity to have a hot dog "all the way" at the Old Time General Store.
Two of the waitresses at the counter were native Floridians but the third was from Alleghany County. As we were chatting, the third says "I've cleaned your house before." Seems she is the sister of the fellow who keeps an eye on the place when I'm not around and who's wife cleaned the house from time to time (apparently with her sister in law helping out) before I became a full-time househusband. You sure gotta be careful what you do and say in a small town!
Following lunch I went job shopping again, this time to Charleston Forge and Dr. Grabow, the smoking pipe manufacturer. Charleston Forge marketing and sales, I was told, was done in Boone, but the fellow took my resume and promised to send it along to headquarters anyhow. As for Dr. Grabow, well, I may as well have been a space alien. Apparently no one had ever been so brazen as to walked in the front door and asked for a job before. The nice receptionist, after recovering from the shock and regaining her composure, took my resume and calling card, and promised to get it to the right person ... whoever that might be as she was not naming names.
Zilch for four.
When I returned from town the temperature in the house was 73°F. I was wasting fuel! Considering that the K-1 kerosine I bought today was $3.49 a gallon and that Large may never come back to cut wood after I worked him like a government mule last time (or so he says), I wouldn't want to do that again.
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