Yes, it is finally over. 2020 is dust. At this point in everybody’s life, you have either read way too many articles about the end of the year, or written way too much about the end of this year, or Heavens to Betsy done both. Some might even put a…

Old Guy ranting about stuff. As defined on Google: Technology..” is the application of scientific knowledge to practical purposes.” Simple enough sounds good, but this is 2020 and nothing is as it seems. Now, of course, the word peaceful which means the absence of violence means the complete destruction of…

Mr. Grumpy gets his house back, more or less. — Any kind of remodeling in your main abode is a pain in the asterisk. Having to move out for a month is a pain in the asterisk. Dealing with the contractors on site is a pain in the — well, you get the idea. My asterisk can take no more…

Mr. Grumpy has had enough. — Politics. That word can mean so much to so many and yet get so little accomplished. Ignoring local politicians, which is easy to do, let’s take a look at the only race that matters. Once every 4 years like the locust in Egypt, we have a Presidential Election. That in…

Mr. Grumpy rants about words. — The English language is descriptive and clear, succinct even, most of the time. But there are those instances where... well, let’s just say it can be a little confusing. I mean, do we really need three there’s? There, their, and of course they’re. Or how about “were”? You have were…

That one word instills fear in the hearts of all men. — The day started bright and early. The trucks rolled in at 0700 (that’s 7 am for you non-military types). Typically I am already up, but of course this day I wanted to sleep in. Nope, not going to happen, bubba. Coffee turned into a protracted fight with the damn ‘K’…

Mr. Grumpy apologizes.. — Apparently I have angered the Medium Support forces. I received a “you are a bad boy by not following our rules” email. I am a little taken aback by this. I don’t typically go so far overboard to require a nasty email to remind me of the rules. …

Tuesdays pretty much suck — I am aware that traditionally it is appropriate to rant about Mondays. Well I am not traditional and being as today is Tuesday, let’s rant about it. As one gets older one starts to figure out that all days pretty much suck, after all you are now one day older…

A new beginning — The weeks went by and nothing happened. No fun games of hide-n-seek with Pumpkin and Bud. No tall tales of daring-do on the high seas, adventures of the great pirate Gray Beard Mouse. The house was now dark and lonely and very quite. Sitting in the big round window Larry…