Multiple police chases near my neighborhood

So far I have heard at least 5 chases, or one chase that got too far away to hear and came back 20 minutes or so later 4 times, and I don’t know which is more likely.

Long story short all afternoon I have been hearing what sounds like police sirens fading in and out, like they were going closer to and further away from Casa De El Poeta, but none have pulled up to the house yet. And so far local news outlets are remaining silent about the situation, so that’s as much as I know. I live very close to where Bush Turnpike turns from East-West to North-South on the east side so a chase on Bush could get in and out of hearing range several times as it went from Richardson to Mesquite, or vice-versa. But nothing about a police chase in the local broadcast news as I compose this post. I don’t look at the local cable news except for how the local cable company has it as the default channel when we turn the TV on. Their weather is the best so we watch their 1700 news show, sometimes.

Since today is St. Paddy’s day we are wearing green and eating corned beef and cabbage, even though only one of us has an Irish ancestry. We do it just because it’s a good excuse to eat cabbage and why not combine that with corned beef while it’s cheap? I would have also bought Guinness, but the recent HVAC maintenance depleted the budget so that we couldn’t get beer last week. So, anyway, there will be potatoes and carrots in the corned beef with the cabbage, because that’s how we learned to make it, authenticity be damned.

Current writing jam is “Dazed and Confused” which seems oddly appropriate. The current situation is confusing to say the least. Not to mention the current political scene. And not to mention that thing in the Ukraine. There is much to be dazed and confused about/by.

I think I might have mentioned a few (hundred) times that the current (lack of) progress on the Sprint-T was frustrating. Well nothing has changed on that front, there’s still no budget or any hope of a budget, and my declining mobility is drastically reducing the hopes of getting in and out of it to drive. As was previously stated, I’m in a race I have little hope of winning. And now this reads like I’m just whining about it. So something good happened that I can’t post in this blog, so it will have to be a secret, but I can say I lost another source of frustration. Or most of it, I got something I needed but not in the way I needed to get it. I’m still working on getting it the way I need to get it. But right now it’s time for corned beef.

And after the corned beef I’m mourning my lost molars, dinner took over an hour to eat because bicuspids are not efficient chewing surfaces. Every bite of meat required several minutes to chew until I could swallow it. And now I’m mad because we spent my teeth money getting the HVAC up to snuff. I can live without Guinness, not so much without teeth.

And to wrap this up, which version of I Ran is best, Flock of Seagulls, or Bowling For Soup? Leave a comment.

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Or happy get drunk and pretend to be Irish day, here’s some green food coloring to put in your lager.

I picked up a six of Fat Tire to celebrate since I got my Guinness last week, we have corned beef and cabbage, and we also got a lot of random food items because they were on sale. Now that we actually have a bit of income we buy ahead when possible for non-perishable items. Speaking of Guinness, a good pairing is chocolate ice cream and Guinness, they go really well together.

And the cat is demanding attention, so I have to move the keyboard out of the way.

And while I was moving the keyboard out of the way there was a NASCAR race in California, where Rowdy Busch won his 200th NASCAR Touring Series race, and another in Florida by tape delay, but NHRA instead of NASCAR so quarter-mile sprints at a time instead of 400 miles in one bite, and multiple classes so I can’t tell you who won because it was a bunch of people and I still have a terrible memory for names. I can remember Robert Hight won Funny Car, but that’s the only name that stuck other than Conrad Kallita as the car owner for the Top Fuel car because Connie Kallita was driver of the Bounty Hunter car back in the late ’60s and I used to see the car in the magazines of the day so the name stuck for more than 50 years…

This is going to be a busy week as far as getting out of the house. I have another check to deposit Monday and bus tickets to buy, then I have the many-times rescheduled fasting blood draw Wednesday, then Thursday I have an appointment to see if I can qualify for free Lasik, if I can even get the procedure. I won a drawing I entered at North Texas Irish Festival, so if I can get the procedure done, I may have to only wear glasses when I need to do close work like reading or using a computer. That’s only if I can actually benefit from the procedure, because I use a really strong prescription and there may not be enough cornea to sculpt to correct my vision. But anyway, lots of trips away from Casa de El Poeta this week.

I got some parts for the Sprint-T in yesterday but I’m holding off on taking the pictures until I get the nuts and bolts together to show how they fit in the rest of the car, a little bit. These are the Heim joints that connect the front ends of the 4-links to the axle brackets, and allow the axle to articulate as the car leans in turns. When I get the bolts I’ll bolt the brackets to the rod ends and take the pictures.

I have to do some things early tomorrow, so this is time to put either this post or me to bed, and if you’re reading this then I decided to put the post to bed first.