Is it just Monday?

Is it just Monday?  I feel like it is - oh, let's say, Thursday.  Using my Irrational Irritated Mood Meter, I calculate it to be a Thursday afternoon.   Maybe I just haven't relaxed from the weekend.  Then there was that losing an hour. That will be another stone.
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(Please note the use of the word "just" twice in the paragraph.  This is just one of my pet peeves.  Just this; Just that; Just dese and dose.  At high school football games, they would try to squeeze in a prayer or thoughtful moment prior to the Manslaughter. I use to try and guess the religion of preachers who gave the sermon ... uh, prayer ...   If the prayer used the word "just" over and over, I would proclaim the praying person to be a Baptist.  I was usually right.  Methodist don't seem to use the word as often in prayers.  Of course, Catholics have a whole different language thing going.
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This has absolutely nothing to do with what I am about to say unless you happen to notice the mood I seem to be in ..... ended that sentence with a preposition.  Just stay tuned and you will fall into the flow.
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I would make a great band director / teacher today.  I am ready to raise my voice at the slightest provocation.  "Hey, kid, sit down in your chair and shut up!"  "Do you want to be hung up by your thumbs, Moron?"  "Somebody get my #8 club from my office."   "So, how are you enjoying your last day in band class?"  Some children should not be seen  or heard - ever.  And today, in this mood I could take care of that effectively.
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Rain / Cold / Weather / I am sooooo tired of this weather.  My wife hints it to be cabin fever.  Nope, wouldn't argue, wouldn't argue at all.  Sure, I get to drive into Corsicana once in a while.  But, is this a fun city?  Some people love to go camping on a lake to get away.  I live on the lake; and, it is down 9 1/2 feet.  Something else to fuss about.  It rains.  That should raise the level of the lake.  I'm sure it does.   But Fort Worth is drinking from our lake.  Are they cutting down on their drinking?  I think not.  They just sit up there on the Cow-Like Thrones, guzzling my water.  "Get me another pitcher of water, Cowgirl Ethyl."  No relenting.
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I have this little motorhome in which we travel and see the world.  It is winterized.  The rascal needs to be pulled out and checked over before we can go anywhere.  I know or think it was winterized properly; but, you "JUST" never know fer sure until you hook up that ole water hose and turn on the spigot.  
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Two weeks ago - yes, 2 long weeks ago, I planned to pull it out on a Wednesday and do my water checks.  Has it quit raining or snowing or icing or just JUST J-U-S-T plain winter in the past 2 weeks?  Good guess, bat breath.  No, it has not.  Today it is raining- solid rain for 2 full days.  Not a good hard rain & it is over.  Nah.  Instead we get this nice slow drizzle that is so wonderful for crops, lawns, lakes - you name it. Cows even seem to like it best.
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Tomorrow.  Nice weather maybe.  Yard will still be a muddy slip & slide.  Oscar & I can't play ball in the mud, and he knows it.
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So on a past Wednesday - church choir and church bell choir rehearsed.  On this particular date (not all weeks are the same), the spouse drove the FLEX to her rehearsal.  I had a rehearsal soon after and drove the Marauder.  Well the Flex was about out of gas.  I volunteered to fill it up - and, the wife drove the Marauder home.  I am so benevolent. 
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Now, I blame her, naturally.  She had parked by a light pole in the lot.  It has a concrete base about 3 foot high, just low enough to be hidden behind the car.  It is night and the light pole is painted black.  I got into the Flex - nobody is parked near me - I drove straight forward out of the lot - (didja know in England, these are called Car Parks? - not parking lots?)  I drove straight out.  I turned the wheel ever so slightly to the left which slightly swung the back of the car out.
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A very small portion of the Flex caressed the concrete - ever so softly.  It was as soft as a baby's bottom.   I barely felt any contact.  Scratches on the right rear area.   Small. Bad enough I worry about rust developing.   TWO WEEKS LATER of bad weather I get the Flex to the insurance people.   $850 to repair.  $850.  Can you imagine?  These auto repair shop owners must be driving BMWs or better.  $850.  I have a $200, maybe $300 deductible - who knows?  It's only money.   This morn we got up early and delivered the FLEX to the shop. Thursday is the retrieval date.  It breaks my heart.
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This is the 2nd time for the Flex to visit the body shop - see a previous bluggy about meeting the buzzard on the highway.
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In my process of preparing to go to town, I noticed the Marauders tires were low - aired them up.  Every tire was below 23 psi from just setting in the driveway.  My back tires are lacking tread in the center.  That'll be another stack of dough.  The Marauder used at least 2 new tires every year.  Having retired it somewhat, I had hoped to stretch this destruction out some.
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Have I fussed about the weather yet?
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It is Monday - 11:15 a.m. - we are home.  Oscar climbed into my lap and loved on me. Bruno followed suit when he saw an opening.  We cuddled - if indeed you can cuddle with Bruno.  He thinks I can.  That put me in a much better humor.  JUST think how much I might rant if the dogs had not done their thing first.
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Heads up announcement.   I have a list of 4 blogs (bluggys) to write.   
If I can just - YES - "J U S T" settle down & in, we'll get right on 'em.  
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Green Chile Stew for lunch.  That'll help.
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Y'all take care - go motivate a teenager or something useful -----
mtz