Bermuda Grass is pretty much unkillable

Bermuda grass growing up through the cracks and taking over the patio.
bermuda grass in patio

When I started the grass was a foot high in places, so I used a weed whacker to bring it down to a manageable height. I wouldn’t say there was a lot of grass, but I had to use a garden rake to pile it up because the broom just couldn’t cut it.

As you can see, I didn’t finish the cleanup because it started raining.

This was a typical desert thunderstorm, lots of wind, noise, lightning and pouring rain. A series of storms were blowing through so it gave me an excuse not to continue. –Like I need an excuse to stop working.

When I went inside the grass was scraped down to the level of the cement. So I was not a happy camper when I looked out this morning and saw this bright green grass showing me who was the boss.

I give up. Cutting Bermuda is just pissing into the wind. So I trotted down to the nursery looking for something to kill it.

At least they had the good manners not to laugh out loud, but the bottom line is that I’m going to have to give it multiple treatments, and then the best I can hope for is to control it.

I’ll give glyphosate a try, but plan B is swimming pool acid.

Unemployed and Trying to Adjust

Okay, so I’m not adjusting well to being unemployed. I really need the money, but I haven’t been looking. I guess I really did need a break.

The first week I did nothing except watch TV and re-read Anton Chekhov’s short stories. Which is odd, because I still maintain a handful of websites and I’m supposed to be writing for five blogs. Three blogs are mine, so I couldn’t care less, but I’m a guest blogger on the other two and that should matter. It doesn’t, but it should.

As I said, I haven’t done squat. Hell, I’ve been so lazy that I haven’t even gone online and applied for unemployment. (I guess I’ll do that in a few minutes.)

In spite of having some money in the bank –weird for me–, I need some more income. But the one job offer that’s still good is from a guy who doesn’t always pay on time. Everyone else who said they could get me a job were just wasting oxygen. All talk-talk, no go-go.

I have been cleaning house, but I’m still at the stage where the mess I’ve created is bigger than the one I was trying to clean up. I know it will work out in the long run, but the biggest pile is, “where the hell do I put this?”

I spent this morning researching blogging and writing, trying to find inspiration, or at least something I didn’t already know. It’s funny that everyone of the blogging sites I’ve visited says you need a “call to action.” How about “SEND MONEY NOW!!!” That’s what they all say. No? You say it’s overused. It’s been done to death? –Oh well, Fuck It.

As far as writing goes, I spend an awful lot of time on Pinterest saving things to my various writing boards. You know, it’s amazing how much “good advice” there is out there and how much it helps me avoid actually writing.

Am I the only one that finds strange that most of these pins lead to sites that offer to teach you all about writing, being written by authors who have nothing published except the occasional howto book on writing?

At any rate, they say my blog needs a theme. How about, “retirement, how not to do it.”

They also say I need pictures. Okay, here’s your picture. –Sorry. No naked women this time.

(The moon taken in daytime and processed with Adobe Photoshop.)

Moving Shit, Finding Gemological Stuff

I’ve been moving shit around, trying to get organized, but mostly making a huge mess, while I try to sort and organize everything.

I found this foam box buried under a bunch of canvas bags full of stuff I was saving. (I hadn’t looked in any of them in several years, but it was all “good stuff.” –Really it was.)
Hard foam box

 

At any rate, I pulled it out and put together the device inside.
desktop spectroscope

It’s a desktop gemological spectroscope, by the International School of Gemology that I bought but never used.

 

I found it on eBay, so I guess someone else started learning, got all excited about the toys, and never finished the course. Or, like me, bought a bunch of tools, and then found out that they didn’t need all this fancy equipment for day to day dealings.

Ah, well. Back to it. I’ve got a bunch more “good shit” to sort through, including more gemological tools that haven’t seen the light of day in years.

My last day at Pioneer Loan after 17 odd years.

I thought tomorrow was my last day, but we’re closing for a company going away party. Free beer, free food, and a paid day off. Not a bad way to go out.

Although the idea of not having to be at work is hard to wrap my head around. The last time I took a long time off, I wound up running a used book store for minimum wage.

As weird as it sounds to people like me who look forward , my problem is going to be too much free time. I don’t have any hobbies that will keep me occupied for more than a few hours a week. So I’ve been looking around the house to see what needs fixing and what I need to throw out. That last bit is going to be hard for a pack rat like me, but when I’m done the place may actually be livable.

I’m the exact opposite of my mother who always wanted a house that looked like the houses in Architectural Digest -not possible. My goal on the other hand, is to be able to walk through the house at night without stubbing my toe.

This said, I brought home the small refrigerator from my office. It’s currently sitting in my kitchen, which is kind of small, so tonight I have to relocate the little beast. I have no idea where but it’s already proving to be a hazard, so it’ll go…. some place.

In the mean time, I have two other blogs that need attention, one on writing and one for recipes. Neither of these is for anything more than a place for personal stuff. Of course that’s all this is for. I guess I keep them up because I own the domains and can’t bring myself to dump them…. at the moment.

Another problem is that I tend to eat when I get bored and I need to lose weight not pack it on.

Bottom line. I’m about to be unemployed and have no clue how to do it. –A few weeks fixing shit and then back to work… someplace.

Last Time Sheet

I thought I’d post my last time sheet, after 15+ years, for Pioneer Loan.
last timesheet at pioneer

They’ve always been hand written, and this last one is a blank, left over from 2015, we found in the office.

So, now I’m going to work on my house in earnest. But after a month or so I should be done with the kitchen, bathroom and roof. Then what?

I can tell you why guys retire and die within the first couple of years. –It’s boring!!

Even on my three days off, I find myself staring at the boob-tube, eating because I’m bored, or sitting in front of my computer doing nothing. I just can’t wait until I have no place to be.

I once took four years off and got so bored I wound up running a used bookstore for minimum wage.

Having said all that, I guess it’s time to consider a new career.

    I’m tired of building websites and fighting with Google.
    I have no overwhelming urge to become a security guard.
    –And so far I’ve only been offered two jobs:
    One as a tour guide, dealing with tourists who don’t speak English, and their noisy brats.
    The other is working for one of my oldest friends, who has no clue how to bid a job or how to pay people on time.

With no 401, damn little money in the bank, and SSA paying a pittance compared to what I’ve paid in, I really will need a job.

But first I’m going to fix a few things around the house, and then I’m going fishing.