Deja vu, water pressure

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound.

As of this writing the next major snow storm is headed my way (southwest Indiana), and we are right on the edge of a snowy mix or 12 inches of snow. Now, if I was staying home, it would not be a big deal, however, this weekend, of course, I am traveling to watch my Buckeyes get bounced by the Boilermakers at Purdue University. Strange as it might sound, I have attended three games in the past five years, and in each case we got beat and it was cold and snow. So, it is shaping up to be deja vu all over again. (Purdue won, 86-51.)

Good news is that it does get me out of the house, which is a good thing because I am running on fumes trying to get this house organized, not counting the fact that I had no water pressure the other night. I am at the end of the water line, so water pressure does have a tendency to run from fire hose pressure to barely a trickle. But it was so bad this time that even the toilet tanks would not fill up, and the washing machine was making a gasping sound as it tried to bring water in for the next spin cycle. Luckily, I caught it before there was damage to the pump. I called the emergency number, and to their credit a few hours later they came out, but they offered no help other than they would turn in a repair request to replace the meter. I did get my water pressure back the next day, but I am not sure if it was something they did or it was just the luck of the draw because my neighbors were not all taking a bath at the same time.

Speaking of deja vu…I lost my wallet again. I know, I know. How many times has this happened? Not sure…but too many. We were on the way to get dinner one afternoon when I realized that I did not have my billfold with me. No sweat. Sure, it was at home, somewhere. However, upon returning it could not be found. I was 99 percent sure I had it when I was at the gym, but did I come straight home or did I run to Walmart? Searching the car and backyard by flashlight and going through the house three times left some doubt as to whether that 1 percent was actually larger than I thought. Anyway, I did finally find it. It was in the master bathroom closet. I had picked up some meds at Walmart and when I put them away, I put down my billfold at the same time to allow me to use both hands to open the package. I know, weird. LOL

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“I wish I could lose weight as easy as I lose my keys, temper, cell phone and billfold!”
– Dogpound Wisdom

SMILES
A young man was sitting in one of the two chairs provided for men outside the ladies fitting room in the local department store. After 30 minutes and six outfit changes, the fellow’s wife came out of the changing room one more time. He looked at her and immediately said, “That looks great on you! Get that one.” “Honey,” she replied, “this is what I was wearing when we came in.”
An exhausted hunter stumbled into a camp. “I am so glad to see you,” he said. “I’ve been lost for three days.” “Don’t get too excited,” the other hunter muttered. “I’ve been lost for two weeks.”

That is a wrap. Be good, do good, play safe, and remember: if you are going to lose something, make sure it is not your temper.
– JR

Walter Wilson Jr. is an Ohio native who lived in Chester from 1991-2000, where he worked for Allied-Signal (Honeywell). He now resides in
Sullivan, Ind.