Weekends in the office & thumping PsOS

Well, it's Saturday & I'm here at work. Just finished transcribing BoD meeting minutes. Somehow it seems to go by MUCH faster when you're THERE as opposed to hearing it all over again.

But it's done & now I'm rocking out to an Oldies station on the 'puter. Most people would probably say that my "age is showing." But not true, I've ALWAYS listened to this kind of music. I grew up with it and have never lost my love of it.

The crapola coming out nowadays is NOTHING close to what I'd consider music. Oooops, there's my Mom coming outta my mouth again ! Remember when your Mom would yell, "TURN THAT CRAP DOWN !! HOW CAN YOU CALL THAT MUSIC ?!" Shamelessly i find myself uttering a facsimile of those same words as I sit waiting for a traffic light to change and Mr. I-drive-a-POS-but-my-stereo-can-be-heard-for-10-blocks pulls along side thinking he's doing ME a favor by exposing me to HIS music.

As a return favor, I crank up my Oldies station AND add the personal serenade to drown him out. Most times, he'll either peel out laying down precious rubber in an effort to get away from my musical assault, or roll up his windows & just treat me to the echo vibrations of the bass threatening to shake his POS into a pile of metal and plastic. Either way HE'S the loser. I guarantee MY stereo will best his & he just might learn what REAL music is supposed to sound like. I WILL be victorious !

take care .... stay kool .... be content MK

Death makes a visit .... twice.

I had an interesting convo last night. Seems my aunt died (my father's brother's wife). Now, I didn't particularly like this aunt, but your relatives you're kinda stuck with. Anyhoo, come to find out this aunt died LAST MONTH & we're just now hearing about it. Not really unusual considering THIS particular side of the family -- saying they were/are kinda weird is being nice.

Then this very morning right after rising I had yet another encounter of sorts with Death. Went into the bathroom, turned on the light, proceeded across the hall into the office to turn on the 'puter & out of the corner of my eye I see a woman wearing a white-ish dress walk by. I walked out & down the hall, turned on the hall light to witness my Maine Coon Bennie, fully arched with fur at attention. No other pets were around & my SO was still peacefully snoring in the bedroom..

I wasn't freaked at the "sighting," as much as Bennie's reaction. THAT made the hairs on my neck & arms raise. Previous owner checking things out ? I doubt it. I know for a fact that the original owner of the house was alive when the people WE bought it from, purchased it. And that couple were both younger than us when WE bought it. Was it my unfavorite aunt visiting ? A fig newton of Bennie's & mine imaginations ? Who's to say for sure.

This is all slightly disconcertingly interesting. I can either chalk it up to trickery of lighting or the freaking out of the cat who in turn freaked ME out. Or wait to see if I'm the recipient of another visit. Either way, I'm not the type to turn ALL the lights on in the house & have TVs & stereos on to "ward off spirits." My philosophy is, if you leave them alone, they'll reciprocate in kind......... I hope.

take care .... stay kool .... be content MK