Roundabout

I have looked at and evaluated the new roundabout they built as part of the approach to the approach to the I55 bridge. I figured it will last round about 5 years, or likely less.

The problem is threefold. It will be a traffic snarl. It will cause an increase in insurance premiums, as there will be an increase in fender-benders. Certainly, it will be the target of complaints, especially by truckers.

And, oh yes, it will be yet another thing to draw nationwide attention. Essentially, it will become known as the Mid-South, well… I suspect they will have many terms for it that I don’t use.

Now, the question is: Do they replace it with something better or worse? Of course, the cost will also be a consideration.

I wonder if the financial implications played a significant role in the decision-making process this time, potentially influencing the overall strategy and outcome of the situation at hand.

Typically Democrat

I know. I said I was done posting. And I mean it. And I am horrible for making exceptions. Still, every now and then someone will say something so typically Democratic, synonymous with dumb, and it would seem I am the only one in the world who notices just how stupid it is.

I am not sure who said it on one of those liberally controlled Sunday morning shows, but it makes little difference. It is a thought shared by most, if not all, the leadership of the Democrats.

The critique centered on Trump’s leadership style, highlighting his tendency to make unilateral decisions without prior consultation. The source suggested that such unpredictability undermines diplomatic relationships, potentially creating tension with foreign leaders who expect more measured and collaborative approaches to international relations.

First, sometimes the best thing a president can do is be strategic with opponents. Secondly, he is not being particularly deceptive. For the most part, he is doing what he said he would do during his campaign.

I guess they slept through those parts, or at least some of them did. Certainly, I have not seen anything that could be called deception. Then again, I do not keep my fingers in my ears during the campaign.

Please, if there is one person out there who believes that one national leader should be surprised, please send me your comment. However, I would hope you will not use any profanity.

Sorry, Just one more time … Beware Of Thrive Market.

By one of those cute misdirection things, I set up an account with Thrive Market instead of Wal-Mart.

I’m struggling to close this account, and I may need to request a new debit card to resolve the issue.

Stay vigilant against potential manipulation. Spread awareness to everyone in your network—friends, family, and even those who may not share your perspective. Though our numbers may be small, collective communication can rapidly amplify our message and create meaningful impact.

I suggest adding one more thing: as with me, you might want to cut up your card and have another issued if Thrive Market gets your number.

My Last Post

I’ve already sent instructions not to renew my subscription. They tell me it will remain active until May. I have enjoyed writing, I hope you have and will continue to enjoy them until they take them down.

In the meantime, you can still order my books from Amazon.Com from my author’s page http://www.amazon.com/author/story_teller Note, there is an underline between story and teller that is not easily seen. One of the reasons I am retreating from blogging is to allow me to finish the two books I almost have finished and to continue to polish the more than 35 already done.

As with my posts, they are varied in subject matter and type. You won’t find any profanity. Most of the books are limited violence. With the exception of the Kip Series, 12 and 13-year-olds should not have any problems with them. However, these three books are good thoughtful books that have their share of twists. In them, poor Kip wants to remain an optimist, but the killers just won’t let him. He’s in the wrong kind of work. He can’t stand murders, especially kids. The murderers over time turn him into an outright pessimist.

Just a Little EV Thing

Just a small matter really, but I figure I should alert anyone that has or is thinking of buying an electric vehicle. One thing that helps the milage for EVs is that they, most of them, pump electricity back into the batteries when slowing or going downhill. Even on my short trips, my car will generally put 1 or 2 miles back in the battery while slowing. So if I drive 10 miles, I might only pay for 8 or 9 of them.

However, that can’t happen if your battery is already fully charged. The is another good reason to refrain from fully charging your battery. Naturally, if you are on a cross-country trip, this very well may not apply.

Personally, I try to keep my battery between 35 and 90%. Because a full charge on my car is approximately 200 miles, I just double the percent to determine my range. Nissan has told me that I should let it go down to 20%. However, I don’t like being limited to 40 miles should there be an emergency. Worse, it would take me at least two full days to recharge my car from 20 up to 80% on 110 volts. If I need to drive every day, that means interruptions in charging with discharges, which is also not recommended.

Sometimes reality does get in the way of those ideals.

On the speculation front… I wonder how long it will take before people start selling auxiliary battery packs to give cars, maybe those extra few 40 miles. Now doubt in my mind, it will happen. It is just a matter of what form it will take.

Speaking of Microwaves

Microwaves have a way of creating memorable mishaps in kitchens everywhere. Almost everyone has a cautionary tale about an accidental metal-related incident. The surprising truth is that aluminum foil can actually spark and ignite when placed inside these seemingly harmless appliances, a discovery that can instantly elevate one’s heart rate and create a moment of pure kitchen panic.

In the realm of workplace mishaps, some stories stand out for their peculiar nature. This secondhand tale involves a night shift worker with an unconventional approach to microwave popcorn preparation. Rather than using the timer, he would set the cooking time generously long and rely on auditory cues to know when the kernels finished popping.

One fateful evening, a momentary distraction disrupted his routine, resulting in a burning disaster. The microwave was swiftly replaced, but the pungent aroma of scorched popcorn lingered throughout the lobby and adjacent offices for nearly a week, serving as a reminder of the importance of attentiveness during even the most mundane tasks.

The incident became a cautionary tale, swiftly transforming the individual’s reputation and serving as a lasting lesson for future team members. The story spread quickly, becoming a legendary warning passed down to each new recruit, ensuring the embarrassing moment would never be forgotten or repeated.

Embellished but True

Humor often fails, so I resort to raw honesty. The frozen food anecdote I shared earlier is entirely factual. In truth, I was fully prepared, anticipating someone would eventually probe deeper into the story, waiting for that precise moment of inquiry.

During my single years, frozen dinners were a culinary lifesaver. My freezer was stocked with an array of ready-to-heat meals, each offering a convenient solution to hunger. Back then, before microwaves became ubiquitous, I would patiently wait 35 minutes while my dinner transformed from a solid block of ingredients into a steaming, edible meal. These pre-prepared dishes were not just food, but a testament to the convenience of modern cuisine.

I continue to keep these items in my freezer, enjoying them after heating. Yet, the cooking time has significantly decreased from thirty minutes to merely seven minutes. This rapid transformation creates an unusual experience. Previously, I was unbothered by longer preparation times. Now, the brief seven-minute interval is too short to engage in other activities, a phenomenon I refer to as the “microwave effect.”

In the era of instant gratification, traditional cooking methods like slow roasting have given way to microwave convenience. We impatiently hover near the appliance, eyes wandering, fingers drumming, eagerly anticipating the shrill beep that signals our meal is ready in mere minutes.

Microwaves have become an indispensable kitchen appliance, with nearly every household boasting at least one. Their convenience and speed have transformed how we prepare meals, making them an essential part of modern culinary life.

Still, we continue to wait.

My Secret About Frozen Food

The truth I’ve long concealed will finally be revealed. By reading these words, you are about to uncover a hidden story that has remained silent until this moment.

The woman recoiled, her nose wrinkling with disdain as she uttered the cutting remark, “Don’t tell me you actually eat frozen dinners?”

“I leaned in closer, my voice a hushed whisper. ‘Swear you’ll keep this between us.'”

Her eyes darted nervously as she leaned in close, whispering with fierce determination, “Not a single person will ever know.”

I cleared my throat and clarified, “I prefer to heat them up first.” I hesitated, then added, “Their too hard for me to bite when they’re completely frozen.”

My aversion to frozen dinners stems from a hidden truth, yet I unabashedly indulge in the occasional frozen dessert.

Four Possibilities I Know of

There is much speculation about the leak. Naturally, there is no way we will likely ever know what really happened. How-some-ever, I figure there are at least four real possibilities. Then too, there might be one or three possibilities I haven’t considered.

First, it might be as it seems. Sometimes things do work that way. Still I do have some problems with that. The one method I am leaning on is that it was intentional, either by the president or the Sec. of Defense. It would be easy to do and it is a good way to mix things up and see what comes out. Moreover, it is a good way to feed bad information to the opponent. Or they might be feeding them accurate info and making them think it’s wrong.

Third, the meeting might have been a hoax. The real meeting could have been held earlier without the extra guest. It is possible and very plausible. A good general will always be trying to distribute bad info to the opponent. If nothing else, it will make the opposing generals suspicious of his sources.

Finally, there might not have ever been a meeting. It might have just been a test of the messaging system to see how reliable it is. If this be the case, I don’t think that method will be used in any real communications.

In any case, what Trump should have done is to say the man was just following orders to invite the other man on. He could have said, “My idea; my responsibility.” It would have ended right there.

Missed my Chance at a Million

I’ve developed an innovative personal hygiene product called the Sneeze Pad, a groundbreaking solution designed to enhance public health and personal safety. The concept features an elegantly simple design that can be easily manufactured, with potential for aesthetic refinement and customization. This practical invention addresses the growing need for immediate sneeze containment and could revolutionize personal protective equipment.

A compact, ergonomic protective shield designed for personal hygiene during respiratory events. Measuring approximately 3 by 4 inches, this innovative device features adjustable wrist straps for secure forearm attachment. The surface is covered with a specialized, adhesive-backed material treated with advanced antimicrobial agents. When a user experiences a sneeze or cough, they can direct respiratory droplets onto the pad, where the chemically treated fabric immediately captures and neutralizes potential pathogens, preventing their spread and maintaining a hygienic environment.

In the aftermath of the global health crisis, my innovative solution remains unrecognized. Despite its potential to save countless lives, the moment has passed. While pharmaceutical companies, healthcare providers, and medical facilities capitalized on the pandemic’s urgency, my breakthrough idea sits unrealized. The opportunity for recognition and potential financial success has slipped away, leaving me with a sense of missed potential and unfulfilled promise.

On the other hand, the pharmaceutical companies are still making their fortunes off me. Since I took the vaccine, I’ve had at least three blood clots. So now I take this medication that makes my nose bleed. I do put up with the nose bleeds so I don’t have any more blood clots. Oh, and by the way, I pay almost a hundred dollars a month, this after Medicare and auxiliary insurance.

It appeared that nearly everyone prospered during the pandemic, except for those like myself who continued to struggle with lingering health complications. While some found opportunity and resilience, I couldn’t ignore the profound loss experienced by those who succumbed to the virus and the families left behind to grieve.