I had some dreams ... they were klowns in my koffee.

(With apologies to Carly Simon)

This is my journey through job transition from a toxic environment to a better life. Join me for a few thoughts and a few laughs along the way.
What are "klowns in my koffee"? They are the factors large and small that make you less than you are. A "klown" can be a grossly incompetent boss,
a short-sighted policy or a moronic coworker. They won't kill you, at least not immediately, but they abrade the soul
as you scrape past them to get through the day. Sometimes it's best to dump them out of the cup.


Day 91 - Kat Poop

Daily Kup (What I Did On My Reality Vacation)
Last night's torrent left the garage with 4 inches of standing water, soaking everything that had been stored there. It gets better. We had made the discovery a month or so ago that Attila the Son had found a shortcut for his chore of cleaning the cat boxes -- instead of taking the plastic bag of box contents to the trash bin, sometime during the winter he had started going to the door and flinging the bag into the depths of the garage. We thought that we had most of this cleaned up. Imagine a dark garage, temperatures in the 80's, wading in standing dirty water, and a hidden accumulation of cat poop. My own private Ganges.

So, we dragged everything out on the lawn and Mr. T moved the water out with a push broom and then dried the concrete with (clean) kitty litter. About a quarter of the items stored in the garage were damaged beyond saving, so they went in the trailer to go to the dump. The rest, we started to organize carefully. Gray clouds gathered and we started to organize less carefully. Raindrops fell and we triaged the most valuable or water-soluble items and hung them on any available hook or nail. When the thunder and lightening started, we took anything left on the lawn and dragged it to the garage floor -- which is where this whole thing started. It's raining now. We might be doing this again tomorrow.

This weekend is the town's summer festival. We took a few minutes out from garage cleaning for the kids to run in the "Tot Trot."

Every year during the Summer Festival, we go down to the lawn behind the City Hall and dance to whatever band is appearing and then settle down on the big blanket to swat mosquitoes and watch fireworks. The rain put an end to that plan. At least I can park in the garage now!

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