Well that was one heck of a graduation party in which family and friends and friends of Oldest Daughter gathered. Yes, it was hot, with temps at about 90. But we were in the shade and the heat burned off as the afternoon went on. We ourselves manned one of them big charcoal grills. This being Chindia, we barbequed a couple dozen veggie burgers, about which we know nothing. We're not a communist. We asked and the Hindu guests said we did just fine.
By the end of the day, we were exhausted. So was Mrs. Stroock. You know, it's not every man who has a corporate suit wife who can prepare food for a party of 60. And who's pretty cute too. We are blessed.
So ends a big month of Real ID appointments, dance recitals, graduations, and grad parties.
Air Conditioning Report.
Temperatures are supposed to hit 97 today. Okay, we admit that a Yankee 97 is probably not as bad as a Confederate 97, as we recall from our years living in Northern Virginia. But still.
Wednesday. Wednesday they told us. The part had to be ordered, you see. We didn't get mad, not really. We were pissy, for sure. But not smoldering with rage. Management is calling us back; when they're in the mood. Pro-tip, when a customer has paid you tens of thousands of dollars over the course of two decades, you fix their problem within 24 hours.
And so the eye twitched.
The key to keeping the upstairs from being hot seems to be keeping the downstairs from being hot [Yes...hot air rises-Ed].
The leader of this blog's Confederate Contingent recommends we keep our window AC units running all the time. Go Ole Miss! We know, we grew up with window AC units. It's just we're in late middle age and we worry about things. We feel the units should shut off every once and a while for a break [which they're doing, BTW. Hey knobhead, you're refrigerator runs all the time and nothing happens -Ed]. We're really just trying to find the sweet spot where they run for 15 minutes and shut off for 5 minutes.
We might do a post on all this worry. You people want to see a return of the Thursday Downer?
The Israelis bombed a prison, IRGC headquarters, and the Doomsday Clock in Tehran. The Israelis are just messing with the Iranians now. According to Israel Radar, the Israelis are bombing all the things, everywhere all at once.
Iran's going to close the Straits of Hormuz, they say. This seems like a bad idea. We've got, like three aircraft carriers in the region. Don't piss off Trump. Also, Trump can get Netanyahu on the phone:
'Hey Bibi, this is Donald Trump. Listen, can you guys bomb those big naval bases on the Persian Gulf for me?'
'Sure thing, Don!'
'Great. Super. Why don't you rename the Persian Gulf the Israeli Gulf while you're at it.'
No, regime change is not a good idea. MIGA is a bad idea. Clever though. Trump's daughter is Jewish. You know what the imams say.
Iranian missile barrages have become weak and flaccid, like Dallas Cowboys Superbowl hopes. Reminder, if you want to watch Cowboys Super Bowl highlights, you gotta go down to the basement and find the old VCR.
Yes, we're getting optimistic. Jocular even. But we say again, avoid ebullience. In 1993 these people bombed a synagogue in Argentina for kicks. Iran's going do something [What?-Ed]. Something horrible.
Like maybe elect Muslim Socialist Zohran Mamdani mayor of New York City. In truth, New York City deserves this. Hey, liberal Jews, the Official Jews, as the great Ezra Levant calls them. You remember how, like 20 years ago, you were all worried about Mel Gibson and The Passion of the Christ? Yeah, back then we told you your priorities were badly misplaced. We were right.
With our mind on so much else over the weekend, we are completely unprepared to do any work today.
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