The third batch of thunderstorms for the day just passed over. I like rainy days, unless we get too many of them in a row. The dog and I even sneaked our morning walk in between showers. Cliff was deterred from going; he was helping out a neighbor.
The grandson went job-hunting today. His employers tried to get him to go on salary, rather than hourly pay, several months back. He refused. He works for a business that supplies meat to restaurants, so right now, they aren't real busy. Come Thanksgiving, when Christmas shopping starts, the load picks up.
So they're working him four days a week, for six-hour days (making him drive that gas-guzzler of his all that way for six hours burns me up). Someone sneaked around and told him that their plan is to wait until busy season and then offer him a ridiculously low salary, which he'll be given no choice but to accept... or else leave. In other words, they intend to make him quit; they don't want to pay him overtime, and they don't intend for him to receive unemployment. Prayers would be appreciated for his job search.
This means the grandson won't be going away with us this weekend. He can't afford to miss work Friday after being off today. On the bright side, at least he'll be here to babysit the dog. She doesn't require much watching, but the daughter would have been stuck with the job; now she's off the hook.
I've heard through the neighborhood grapevine that our renters are going to be moving. Picture me doing a happy dance. Oh, they're great renters. It's just that we want that eyesore of a mobile home out of here! I suppose we'll miss the $275 a month, but really, that isn't much money these days.
My mom and dad bought the trailer house second-hand, when Daddy was dying of cancer. Mother lived there for several years, and when she moved... first to senior housing, then to a nursing home... we decided to try renting it out. The same people have been here for ten years or so; we've literally watched their kids grow up. Originally we said "no pets"; but as that trailer got more run-down, and junkier-looking, we realized that we wouldn't be renting it to anyone else once these folks moved. So they acquired a cat and two dogs along the way. A couple of years ago, Cliff told them that he wouldn't raise their rent, but they'd have to do their own maintenance on the place. Otherwise, any little repair we had to do would take all the monthly rent, or more. So that's how it's been.
I do think they're in for a rude awakening when they pay three times the rent, plus pay a water bill, which they've not had here. But I can't blame them for wanting something better. I certainly would.
I've heard several other things through the grapevine lately about neighbors, but nothing my readers would be interested in. And nothing I'm free to divulge.
Rainy days like this make me want to sit at the computer, and that's mostly what I've done. Over at Blogger I often participate in Wordless Wednesday. Today I visited at least a hundred of the participants, leaving comments with many of them. It's a nice way to find interesting journals and blogs to read.
So that's my day in a nutshell. In about fifty minutes I'll remove my carcass from this chair and head to the Lazy Boy in the living room, where I'll continue to veg out until bedtime.
I remember an expression of my parents "... ain't worth shootin'."
That's me, today.