Random stressfulness

An hour or so ago, the GG was looking for a box (or bag or whatever) of baseballs and associated gloves. Did I know where it was? I actually have a vague memory of what he was talking about but I was like, “WHY are you looking for that NOW?” Because I have no clue about where it is and there was no way I was gonna start jumping around looking for it NOW. Jeebus. Dooya think one of the kids took it? No I do not. I think the last time one of the kids played baseball (softball) was when they were in about 2nd grade and a (wonderful) neighborhood dad organized an informal team. Our kid liked it (I think) and she was pretty good at it but she (and we) quit when it migrated to a city-based organized league. Organized team sports for children is not our family style. Although if we’d had a kid who thrived on that, we’d have supported it with bells on.

Then. What version iPhone do we have? Is it the 15 Pro? I mean… As far as I know, yes. If there are different versions of the 15, I’m sure we bought whatever was the top dollar, which would be the Pro. Rummage rummage rummage… What are you looking for now? The iPhone boxes. I looked it up ON my phone. Yes, it is a 15 Pro. To be fair, he did not look it up himself because his phone was tied up in a backup, which I did not know. But why didn’t he *tell* me what was going on and ask me to look it up on *my* identical phone instead of rummaging for empty boxes? I do not know.

And. What ever happened about that police station that got shot up in Sault Ste. Siberia last year? (Or was it two years ago?) This question came out of nowhere and I have no clue. I don’t routinely follow local Siberian news (maybe I should?). The “droven ins” (my parents’ name for police blotter and that would be a blahg entry for another day) in the old paper version of the Sault newspaper used to be fun. People got arrested for P-ing in public and fighting and other stuff and were always “lodged” in the Chippewa County jail.

Other than that I replayed a work meeting from last week a couple times and, well, people were yammering away in accented English from different countries (including the American English of a couple of us!), plus technical jargon from various years throughout our product’s history. I get the overall arc of our project but the details remain elusive. I miss the Long Suffering Cat Herding Person and Amazon Woman in these moments as they could kinda “MAKE IT STOP!” (so we could slowly sort out the complexities) better than I can. But we’ll get there and now I think I can articulate some questions. Maybe.

I have a huge mishmash of other stuff in my brain but it’s mostly political crapola and I don’t trust myself to write about it tonight. Or maybe ever🤪

One Response to “Random stressfulness”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I don’t post much about politics but my rants would probably match yours from what you’ve written prior to this. I get a bee in my bonnet like the GG sometimes; I used to drive Patt crazy. Now I just drive myself crazy!! LOL