Heaved, clerked. It took a lot longer, because I was waiting for HazMat Ken to log in for me, but I get paid by the hour. Naptime.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MetalMouse!!!
Yay!
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My mom’s a retired nurse(and 20 year breast cancer survivor), so I tend to listen to those commercials.
You all are writing quite a bit.
VanGo Cool stool for the Sully.
So sorry about Nikki. {{{shoe}}}
Metal Mouse, I hope you’re going to enjoy some butter pecan ice cream for your birthday. If not, soon. Have a good one.
Washed sheets today, which have in the drying room all day, so now it’s time to make the bed before settling down in front of the television. New season of Russian Doll should be available.
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Happy Birfday Metal Mouse!! I thought I saw a notice for your big day on farcebook this morning, but got interrupted. "Sides, my Farcebook feed has been so full of garbage lately I tend to not go there much anymore.
Nothing much to report from here except that it’s raining, more than usual for here. Not as much as it does in the valley though.
I think we’re finally going to get around to having our ham tonight, which we were going to eat Sonday. We’ll have asparagus risotto with it, probably.
Carry on.
Happy Birthday Metal Mouse!!
Cancer isn’t ever a good word, but I’m glad the doc is optimistic Wizard.
Hugs and such to all the rest of you. 
Happy Birthday Jim Di Griz!
Happy birthday metal mouse! May you have many more.
I’m glad that the cancer is easily treatable magic. I’m with the parental unit - next year a trip to Naples instead of cancer.
Had to straighten out an issue with my HSA over the phone on the way home from irk today. When I was at the pharmacy last week, the card was declined. That’s unusual for this early in the year, given my contributions. Apparently they mailed a new card on 01 April…er…06 April…er 10 April (they couldn’t get their stories straight) but I haven’t gotten it yet. That sucks, given that I have a medical appointment Friday (the dermatologist was paid with a bank card Monday, given the status of the HSA card). They’re cancelling the one already sent and mailing another. We’ll see.
Happy 4/20!
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Howdy Y’all! We procured comestibles, slothed, made and et sup, and cleanded the kitchen. Oh, and we day drank out on the back porch this afternoon. Martinis were the choice of the day.
sari I am so sorry your mom is having so many problems and in pain.
taters it all pays the same is not much help I’m sure. One of the perks of bein’ retired is that I no longer have to deal with havin’ to fix stoopid. OK, sometimes I do have to do that, but not everyday.
Wizard yay for the cancer is fixable with surgery. Sounds like she has a good doc there. I can kinda understand where Squeaky is comin’ from with the cake. A lack of cake can be a serious thing.
MetalMouse did you get a big butter pee-kahn ice cream cone? You are supposed to do that.
Nuts glad the sneezies stopped.
{{{shades}}} just cause it looks like you could use a hug.
Cancer sucks, manageable or not. Wizard, I’m glad the cancer is manageable but it still sucks. I agree that Naples sounds like a much better idea for next year.
Happy Birthday metal mouse! “…another year older, another year closer to death.” 
How are you doing today, shoe? Grieving is a process, as you know all too well.
The fires are still growing and we are on the list to foster displaced pets. Most hotels are very accommodating when it comes evacuatees, but sometimes having a safe place to leave a pet for a few days is really helpful. Our backyard has a six foot privacy fence to keep dawgs in and we can set up a room for other critters.
We’ve been on the list for years and only once actually had someone leave a pet with us. Nobody really wants to leave their pets with strangers and especially not with strangers who live out in the middle of nowhere.
I picked up our surplus produce box today and oh gosh, I LOVE spring. They put a whole flat of vine ripened tomatoes in my trunk as well as 3 big bunches of baby asparagus and a box of yellow squash. Of course there was a bunch of other stuff, but I really go for the fresh produce. I love the stuff and I hate knowing that if we don’t pick it up on the day it is offered, it will all be thrown out the next day. We get what the food banks don’t want.
I took the excess to the ex-office and showed my BFF her piece. It’s really fun to be working on something for someone who asks interested (not critical) questions about every step. We are both enjoying the process.
Van Go probably has some idea of the sort of satisfaction I’m getting out of this. BTW, that helper stool looks amazing!
Evening all and thanks to all for the Birthday wishes.
This made me happy, that someone knew where my name came from. Cupcakes, you can just call me Slippery Jim anytime.
For those that mentioned it, I was tempted to get a butter pecan cone tonight after my walk, but it’s still sort of cool out and it’s supposed to be in the 80’s Saturday when I’m due to referee, so I am postponing that pleasure for post-officiating. I did mark the day by swimming 69 lengths of the pool, that’s 1,725 yards or nearly a mile. So I should sleep well tonight.
red, hope the card makes its way to you soonest.
boo fae, London-Dublin-Birmingham seems a roundabout trip, so probably well you’re taking the train. Hope you can get some sleep on the way home.
OK, need to see if I can make an app work on my phone. I apparently locked it in some way, every time I let it sit for more than 30 seconds the screen goes dark and then it makes me show my PIN to get back in. I’ll figure it out eventually.
OK, all y’all have a good night tonight.
Hello, dear Mumpers. I’ve been busy. My daughter’s BFF is getting married this summer. I can’t get to the wedding, which is across the continent, so I’m making a surprise appearance at the bridal shower. I’m going to–attention, MetalMouse–take a train from here to Seattle and another from there to Spokane. I LOVE trains.
I canceled the optometrist appointment today. I’m considering sending her a letter telling her how much I appreciate her expertise and explaining why $750 was out of reach.
These boots are made for walkin’…OK, they’re sneakers. But I walked 8 miles today, plus I worked out at the gym. And almost NO back pain! I am SO grateful.
shoe, sounds like your former MIL is stuck in the grief stage. I had a student who was at the wheel when a tire blew. The accident killed his BFF. BFF’s dad was stuck in the rage phase and could not move beyond it. He called my student every day to tell him what a worthless POS he was. I think your former MIL is stuck in the anger phase. You can’t help her and are right to avoid her. Her punishment is that she has to seep in her own vitriol for the rest of her life.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, METALMOUSE! I’m so glad you got yourself born!
Wizard, Your wife has had more than her share of meical crud to deal with. I’m glad her prognosis is so good. Within her tremendous bad fortune in getting breast cancer there’s good fortune in that it was caught fairly early and that the prognosis is excellent.
Red, hope you get the card soon. It sounds like a giant hassle.
Sari, no one should have to endure that kind of main. I hope the docs fill you in pronto.
That should have been “medical crud.” I didn’t proofread before posting. D’oh!
I ordered a dress to wear to the bridal shower, as about 98% of my wardrobe is casual. I was happy to see an Amazon parcel on my door step today. Then I opened it. Imagine Cinderella’s dress, but so poofed up and huge, it looks like it ate her. Then I looked at the sales slip: wrong apartment. Oh. Never mind .
I am so happy for you. I remember how much fun just walking used to be and I miss it so much.
What are you going to wear at the shower? I haven’t been to a shower for a billion years, are you going to play silly games and eat fattening cake? I’d suggest sheets for the shower, nice new sheets for their new wedding bed.
I forgot to respond to this and I have to say that every day with legal weed is a good day! My behavior hasn’t changed much since weed became totally legal here. I spend my frequent smoker points on rolled joints (which come in a handy dandy cigar tube) which I hand out as tips, but I’ve handed weed out as appreciation gifts all of my life.
We bought the pomegranate tree fully intending to both take turns digging the hole to plant it. We both went out, messed around with the shovel and said “That’s not going to happen”, so yesterday hubs put up an ad on Nextdoor offering to exchange money for work. Today a young person contacted hubs, came over and busted butt for an hour and dug an amazing hole.
Hubs does NOT present as someone who would even know what 4/20 means, he certainly doesn’t appear to the the sort of person who has weed in the house and seems to be the sort of person who would walk away when weed is being smoked at a party. All of these things are true.
I am the one who has the weed, and I gave hubs a rolled joint to offer the hole digger as a tip (while reminding hubs that it was 4/20 and the hole digger didn’t have to take it if he was offended).
I was very happy I was inside looking out when hubs offered the hole digger the joint, I thought the poor guy was going to die of shock/laughter/amazement. It was really funny, and the funniest part is that hubs didn’t get the hole digger’s reaction because hubs has watched me hand joints out as tips for so long that he just thought it was something everyone did.
Typing from the emergency room. Might have been a mild stroke, remains TBD.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
Fixin’ stoopid isn’t so bad. Being responsible for the stoopid is what really harshes your mellow.
{{{{Nettie}}}}
I was lying in bed when I realized I hadn’t told shoe that I hope she’s doing OK today, so I hopped on here and saw nettie’s post. Yikes. Sounds like a scary ordeal. Please let us know how you’re doing when you can. I’ll be thinking of you.
I’m awaiting MRI. Doctor thought it was a TIA, which is apparently not quite a stroke, but the Wikipedia article was a little scary as far as likelihood of a significant stroke in the next few days.
Doctor said all tests, including MRI, looked good, so he’s not TOO worried about ongoing issues, but does want me taking an aspirin a day. Blood pressure was reading awfully high, we’ll be monitoring that at home (we do own appropriate device). Doctor thought part of that high reading was the stressful situation.
We’re home now and I’m wearing bandages on both hands from people deciding havjng IV connectors in place was a good idea. Probably was, even if they didn’t end up getting used.
I really need to not do this again. About the only household member who isn’t totally exhausted, stressed out, or both, is Misty. Even Allie’s plainly bothered by her human falling, unable to get up or speak intelligibly, followed by strangers stealing her human. She also evidently is not fond of the unfamiliar smells that came home with me. At least she didn’t pick tonight to do a dive out the front door.
I’m okay, y’all. Work is an excellent distraction, and - I hope this doesn’t sound too callous - it’s not like losing am elderly, waning critter was exactly unexpected.
Hell, I’m more worried about 'Nette than I am about myself.
(I’m so exhausted I slept the entire night thru without waking up. Was so confused upon awakening - is that the sun? WTF? - and holy gods did I hafta pee.)
Good morning, everyone.
Wow, nettie! I’m glad it appears to NOT be a stroke, but still scary sitting there wondering. I hope you can get some rest today.
Swampy, the problem with “it all pays the same” is that pay just doesn’t feel like enough. More stupid, more problems, more calls, more fixing, more doing others’ work for them because they seem to be paralyzed. At least today is my Friday.
I am not sure if I have plans or not. I think we’re supposed to meet the kids and my mother at a restaurant, but I haven’t heard if that plan is firmed up.
Wizard, I am so glad the cancer is treatable, and like many here, think Naples is a MUCH better thing for next year.
Weed is legal in my state, but as a fed employee it’s not legal for me. I don’t imbibe, but my husband does. I really hate the smell of weed, but I can’t get him to change to something that will make the smell of the smoke ess intense; like a pen or edibles. In all honesty, I just plain hate the smell of all things that smell like cigarette or weed smoke. I smoked cigarettes for years and years, but am coming up on my three-year mark for quitting. My sense of smell was pretty damn good even when I smoked, but now, just wow, everything hits me. I guess that’s a good thing in many respects.
It’s going to be a wet, with more wet for the next several days. I am looking forward to some dry days so I can get my yard work done. The yardwork also lets me burn off some of the negativity. I am trying to turn that stuff around in myself. I hate when I sink into these dark areas and become negative. I can see it happening and I know it’s because I’m overworked and in dire need of a vacation. But, I need to pull myself out of that trap because I don’t like myself very much when I get that way. Fortunately, I do not talk negatively at work; I just carry on, but it’s taking a toll on me.
Anyway, I hope you all have a great day!
{{{Nettie}}