Catastrophic failure

Catastrophic failure

Before I get to that I will address on of my smaller failures.  I can only plead extreme fatigue, old age, and just plain old stupidness.   When I did the readings and then took the quiz, I was very confused.  I thought I had read the right reading, but nothing I read answered anything in the quiz.  BOOM, another F.  It wasn’t until I went to close the browser that I realized that I had not opened the correct reading for the quiz.  As the great philosopher and intellectual Homer Simpson would say, Duh-ohh.  Oh well that is not too unexpected after spending the day mixing, carrying, pouring, and finishing a yard of concrete down a hillside by hand today.   Everything hurts. Toes to finger tips. Wait, I don’t have finger tips anymore. The concrete has worn them off.  I can pick up nothing, no grippy marks left on my finger tips. 

Now to the second and more costly failure.  The $100 Challenge has had a setback.  Last night the aforementioned great huntress and predator (my daughter’s young German Shepard. the one that is being trained as search and rescue dog), opened three doors (the guest room, the shared bathroom, and the other shared bathroom door) with round door knobs, not the lever type handles, to get into a room to see the chickens.  She then nosed open the cage lid and allowed them to escape.  She apparently pounced on one in what is believed to be an attempt at catching them to return them to the cage (we would like to think).  This caused a fatality that my daughter had to witness as she ran into the room to investigate the loud and panicked sounding chirping.

Poor Fluffy.  My daughter has been depressed and crying for the last twenty four hours.  The Predator was upset when she realized that she had killed the young chick and that Mommy was deeply sad.  I, of course am a bit annoyed, but the Predator is a very soft and sweet girl, with an insatiable curiosity and also happens to be my Grand Puppy. We love each other very much.  The chick on the other hand is just KFC to me.  I lived in Iowa for five years of my life.  Farm animals are not family.  My daughter has not had that advantage and has been hand raising them inside her house. 

We will have to address a replacement in the near future as they only cost a few bucks and I have not spent the whole twenty dollars yet.   

Now to this week’s readings.  Rule 1, The customer is always right and rule 2, If The Customer Is Ever Wrong, Reread Rule 1.  I think that about sums it up, and it won’t hurt to keep that in mind trough out life as a businessman.