the rix mix

Got the  diminutive African-African lady for city inspection today (anyone 4" shorter than me is diminutive). She likes to go through as quickly as possible. Makes sure the toilet flushes,  radiators have heat, & smoke alarm indicators are green, scans the ceilings for leaks & floors for tangles of cheap extension cords, & asks for any complaints. If I have 'em, I say so; violations get stuff fixed. I'm just one of her mild eccentrics; Lord knows what she sees elsewhere. Her comments today on the lousy weather: Since nobody wants to do anything about it getting crazier & crazier, might as well just get on knees & pray. & griped about nobody being neighborly anymore, folks in too much of a rush even after a blizzard (Because everybody including me complains about this as they get older, we must conclude the world was perfectly neighborly a few generations ago). She recalled the Blizzard of '96 as worse. I also thought it was, but we handled it with better humor.   She doesn't seem to care that I shut off my gas stove. I have electric cooking appliances all safely plugged in. I don't like gas & am especially wary of older stoves.

I didn't mention that I just ordered a Victor Electronic Mousetrap.