It feels like a Monday for some reason. I kept expecting to see a new MMP–not that I haven’t enjoyed this one. My downstairs neighbor and last remaining friend in the complex is moving today. I’ll miss her. She accompanied me to the cancer surgeon appointment, and I was her go-to when her teen-age son was in crisis. She would check on me if she didn’t hear me up here (I try to be very quiet.) She’s generous and kind and I’ll miss having her down there.
It’s raining. I’m thinking of using the little gym in the complex today. I haven’t used it in well over a year because it’s not ventilated that well and COVID’s malevolent presence makes that a little risky, but if I mask up, I’d hopefully be OK. If someone else is in there (It’s small.), I’d abandon ship. I’ve been very careful since COVID hit because the stakes are so high. How do people shrug this off? I must be missing some Comfortable Denial gene. Then again, most people who bend the rules are A-OK. Maybe that’s what feeds the comfortable denial?
shoe, having lived in a windy place (no exaggeration: 30 mph was considered breezy, and hurricane-force winds were not infrequent), I can attest that wind can be unsettling. Ditto with isolation. There’s comfort in the routine of work and contact with people. I hope today is a good day for you.
wheelz, I’m so sorry. A suicide leaves a huge swath of shock and grief.
butters, are you still resting and icing that knee? Sure hope you can get diagnosis and treatment. Also, I’m glad you’re around.
Bumba. I have had it xrayed. Nothing there but arthritis. Also ot where the head of the Tibia is so doc said could be a stress fracture that is not showing on X-ray but it’s also where muscles and other stuff attaches to the bone. I have iced it for a week, keep it elevated, used all kinds of cream including CBD, ICY HOT, and one I took to work that has actual Mary Jane in it not just the CBD. I will not be taking that one back. There was tons of creams, oils etc here. And some gummies.
So it’s going to take an MRI to see what the hell I have done to it which is nothing lately. Mystery.
Also Bumba did you forget to charge me for some soap. I never saw the charge. Can resend info.
I had that happen a few years ago. CT scan showed a bone bruise. I had – and still have – no recollection of having banged that knee against something, let alone banged it hard enough to cause the bruise.
I needed an MRI, with contrast, to diagnose my knee pain a year ago. X-rays don’t do much with soft tissues. Begged for pain meds for a month, denied cause no fractures on x-ray. A month later, an MRI and the doctors jump back! Turns out The No Big Deal Fall had torn just about every ligament and cartilage in that knee. Suddenly I got pain meds and PT, which helped a lot, just a month late. Did end my NFL career though.
Well, we haven’t killed each other (yet), and most of the Christmas present mess has been un-confuzzled, with the majority of folks happy with their stuff. COTU#1 and COTU#2 have gifts that are floating somewhere in the Great Beyond. They have received so much STUFF from other sources, they don’t really notice the slight. I do hope the things arrive while they are still the correct size.
Mr VOW and I are comforted the most that Goddamn Christmas is OVER and 2020 will be gone soon. The whole debacle has left us rather numb.
@Wheelz, your friend’s loss literally left me breathless. I wish peace for that poor family, and perhaps one day they may enjoy Christmas again. That is a stain which will blot out anything good for a long, long time.
Happy boxing day, those who celebrate the Great Day of Leftovers {{everyone in a biiiig group hug}}
Nothing much has been achieved with the day, aside from working out places to store some of my stuff when I move. I’m gonna try rehome the axolotl, as well as the bees, I think, to simplify things if nothing else.
It was far too wet and wild to go outside today- and we’re expecting it to get even windier tonight- luckily I laid in a stock of booze and plenty of snacks anyway, so I don’t need to venture into it.
nuttie, your whole post sounds good and made my day. I haven’t even cranked it all the way up to leftovers yet. Scottish oatmeal and grilled cheese so far today. Got to find, organize and wrap Harriet’s gifts for our Christmas Boxing Day+1 get-together tomorrow. I’ve sucked down a 3rd cup of coffee to see if I can get moving…
Nope. Money appeared in my account, so it’s all good. Look for ‘The Soapy Bear’. That was my business name and I still keep that account for just these kinds of occasions.
And I did so love watching you play, too.
Corned beef sammich for lunch. Wifey has chickie thighs thawing for dinner. Don’t know what we’re gonna do with them, but we’ll think of something. Gibbs is poking at me to see if I have any sammich left. (He got some crust.)
Why is it that when some moron insists on sitting in a parking lot with ultra-bass rumbling away and giving the neighbors headaches (also freaking out pets, making sleep impossible, etc.), if an offended neighbor takes some form of weaponry outside and disables the noise (with no injury to any person), that offended neighbor would be the one in trouble?
We did an early supper because we could. Dishes are done and I have an apple-blueberry crisp in the oven for later. I just refilled the pellet stove - it ran out and I didn’t catch it earlier. Forty pound of pellets barely last 24 hours.
We’re going to do trash and recycling first thing in the morning. That’s the only plan for tomorrow so far - well, that and I’ll tread on the mill. FCD finally got his analysis to run and he got a good result. So he’ll throw together a report and that will be that. Maybe he can take some time off now? We shall see…
I got a duck for myself earlier this week, and then was too freaked out to fix it properly. So, tonight, I am roasting myself a belated celebratory meal.
There will be potatoes soaking up that golden richness, of course.
I present my empty head so my fellow Mumpers can whack me upside it. I used to be smart. I think. The gyms are closed. That means the gym in the complex is closed. Duh. I went for a walk instead. I got tired after only 2 miles, though, so I came home. I did, however, see a rainbow!
I took out the Christmas trash and boxes, but I still have to put away gifts, extra ribbons, tissue paper, etc. And I have two loads of laundry to do and must unload the dishwasher. I believe FCM would consider this less than a full day’s work, but it’s all I can manage today.
shoe, clearly you are what you eat. I love duck. Also ducks.
I think I know said moron. In fact, I think said moron lives in my building.
Sorry about not posting before this, I messed up my laptop and couldn’t log in, so while I read most of the posts I couldn’t respond.
I was a good, albeit short visit, Brother and family left today for I-o-way to visit nephew who couldn’t get time off. Good drive, not many trucks out so everyone drove about 75MPH and who am I to argue with the majority so I did too. Quick White Castle stop in Clarksville and then home.
Got what I asked for from brother (a Garmin GPS car direction set) and a nice surprise from my neighbors (a ‘Schlock Mercenary’ T-shirt, a webcomic I am a big fan of). Christmas dinner was steak and potatoes, not the most common fare for the holidays, but it’s what they like to eat and I have no problem with steak anytime. Sadly their oldest basset passed away about a week before I came up (goodbye Riley). Still, it was a good time.
Haven’t read or retained much, will re-read sometime tonight/Sunday and rejoin the conversation.
A paintball pistol, that’s the ticket! You can always claim you were cleaning it and didn’t know it was loaded.
Catharsis for you and no legal problem with destruction of property. You can always hand the offender a gift card for the local car wash, saying “oops”.
I have a hard time with this. I don’t know why. My parents were wonderful. They were both hard workers, though, so maybe that’s it. Sloth is necessary but leaves me feeling icky.
I had no idea there actually is a Clarksville. I thought Boyce and Hart made it up. (Did you know that’s a song about a guy heading to Canada instead of Vietnam?) Anyway, hope you stay healthy after your wonderful Christmas. Is your laptop OK now?
nettie, I fantasize about a megaphone I can use to yell out, “Turn off that damned music, a-hole, or face the consequences!” 'm pretty sure I’d get a round of applause from other apartments. What IS it with people who don’t give a frick about others?
Wifey has chickie thighs thawing for dinner. Don’t know what we’re gonna do with them, but we’ll think of something. Gibbs is poking at me to see if I have any sammich left. (He got some crust.)
