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No Good Deed Goes Unpuunished

Why would one leave the best weather in Louisiana for, possibly the worst weather in Wisconsin? My weather site is stuck. Every morning when I click on NOAA, it tells me how pleasantly warm it is in Louisiana. I enter my request for Appleton, WI, and it reports cold temperatures, overcast skies, and possible rain or snow. Lake Maria, the giant puddle in the backyard, overflows and recedes depending on how much precipitation we get.

Truly, It's not that I didn't know that it would be cooler up here. The weather in Wisconsin, this time of year is why the Milwaukee Brewer's have a covered stadium. We've had a good deal of unseasonable snowfall for the last two weeks, and the temperatures below freezing are not the norm either.

My Landlord should be pulling his hair out.

You know that drain pipe that you insert the hose from your washing machine? It takes the grey water out of your washer and puts it in the sewer? Now most anything that isn't water isn't going to get into that pipe. During the normal operation, the paper candy wrapper you left in your pocket will be turned into a form of paper pulp. The change you forgot to throw into the dish on your dresser, will rattle in the drum until you retrieve it from the washer.

So, the question arose when the pipe began to back up and spew water all over our laundry room floor, what could block that pipe? It appears when you take an extended and acrimonious amount of time to evict someone, they often do nasty stuff, for instance, dump sand and other crap down the drains to cause problems. As a landlord, you don't want the plumbers bill.

Toads Rule, Dude!

I am happy to report that I was accepted back into the group of men that I hung out with before our migration to Milwaukee some twelve years ago. Maria and I attended the monthly dinner meeting of the Royal Order of Toads (ROT). As is the tradition, one of our members picks the restaurant and the rest of the group attend as they are able.

Eight of us responded to the call to get ourselves to The Cannery, in beautiful, downtown Green Bay. Okay, let me modify that. Green Bay has its shining spots, but this was a fantastic repurposing of an old canning company location. Beautiful is in the eyes and tastes of the beholder. As in the definition of the best meal you will ever have, the food was okay, but the company was fabulous.

My son and his two daughters are here for a few days. The trip from Seattle is to look at area colleges for the oldest, Devon. Devon is looking for an education that will help her design the first or a better artificial eye. This eye would entirely replace a damaged or non-functioning human eye. You wish these kids would think about something serious, don't you?

My grandpa moment came yesterday when Devon, her sister Abbott and my other grand-daughter Grace sat in our living room while their younger cousins (5, 3, 18 mo., and 13mo.) played on the floor with whatever they could find that amused them. To me, it seems like just a short time ago when the young ladies would have been the ones crawling around throwing balls of gift wrap and thinking it was so neat, so fun and so original.

We are looking forward to our first trip back to Milwaukee this coming weekend. Unfortunately, this trip is more business than social, but we should be able to catch up with everyone in the coming months

That's it. My weekly report from Camp Jeff on the shores of Lake Maria (as long as it lasts).



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