FCD wanted to get some bins from Harbor Freight, so we rode up to Waldorf, had lunch at Famous Dave’s (I think there was only one other dine-in table) then got his bins and a tire pressure gauge for me. Now that we’re back, I’ve started the bean soup and my last load is in the washer. Not much else going on.
It’s crept in to the low 40s, which is a small improvement. And it’s sunny. But still too long till spring gets here, alas.
Butters - I like hamburger helper, too, but I have to jazz it up. That usually means adding chopped onions and maybe sliced 'shrooms. Meat and pasta and sauce is just too boring for my sophisticated palate. < snerk >
Ooh, well look who got a dictionary for Christmas.
…none now, I guess
I did have one hive, which, at this time of year, would maybe contain 20,000 bees, give or take. At the height of summer there could be 60,000, but this is when the colonies are normally at their smallest.
The walkies weren’t just splashies but full on wadies at some points; foot deep water over bits of the path, and, well, I knew it would be muddy, but at one point the mud even went over the top of my welly boots. I did get rained on, but got back to the car just before the hail started. All in all, a pleasant country walk; I don’t go there because I expect it to be all flat and tidy, and at least it means I get the place to myself.
Actually, it’s her paternal grandmother! She loves buying clothes for the kid.
Meanwhile, bean soup is in its simmer phase. In about an hour, I add the carrots and celery and we should be able to eat in about 90 minutes. Hope it works out better than the last bean soup I made - the beans were almost crunchy. Not sure if they were undercooked or just old. I’m thinking old…
Last load in the dryer. Soon the laundry will be done for another coupla weeks.
Sunday is deliberate sloth day. I’ll water plants, but that’s about it. I’ll probably take a stroll. Maybe I’ll have a hot bath later on and explore the books I got for Christmas.
shoe, since it’s already been a week, I wouldn’t say anything to her unless she asks again. She asked you out. That means she’s not interested in friendship alone. If she’d only asked you out, that’d be one thing, but she brought you a gift, which is a red flag to me. You’re not attracted, know nothing about her, and she’s weird. I know you’re in need of friends. Are there any Meet Up groups in your area? Once more people get to know you, you’ll be beloved by many, as you are here, but methinks you’ll need to create the opportunity.
Though bittersweet, that is is the best thing I’ve read in a long time.
If you say so. I don’t know where you find the time to sloth. I always imagine you in a whirlwind, like Tas in the Looney Tunes cartoons. I salute your efficiency. And the Rock Star is fab! I LOVE that helmet!
dice, I’m with your husband: ricotta all the way. My mom used to say every village has its own sauce recipe and no others will do, and I think that’s true of lasagna as well. To me, lasagna with bechamel just isn’t authentic. (I used to write lasagne, as Mom did, but that spelling seems to be dying out.)
Well, of course not. The Monkees said it was the last train.
An adorable biker babe and her almost imaginary invisible nursey grandma friend in Née-braskah is delighted to see the lovely,cute helmet. You go Roxstar!!!
I got phone service including data late last evening and just now got wifi back.
I hope that everyone had a good holiday. I’ve read all but retained little.
Right now, I’m so ready for 2020 to be over. Australia on fire in January, the Nashville tornado on 03 Mar, Covid, wildfires out west, Covid still and, now, a bomb in Nashville. I think I’ll stay up on NYE just to make sure that this year GTFO. I’ll likely burn a calendar, if I can find one, for symbolic reasons.
Red, glad you could join us. I knew you were ok, but a bomb is still concerning…is the site anywhere near where you work?
FCM, she is such a happy child (well, with 2 sets of grandparents to fuss over and spoil her…). Nice outfit–just wait until she’s a teenager, though… Never been to Harbor Freight (get the ads in the paper though), what’s good to find there?
Nettie, at least my Brother’s dog is 12 years old and not much for playing anymore and one does not want to play fetch indoors with a 210lb mastiff (niece’s dog). Have fun as the cat refines her control over you…
Nut, I wanted to use another word I thought dealt with bees and started with ‘a’, but aviary is birds, so I went to Wikipedia and found that one. Hope you’re all dried out.
Butters {{{ }}} and drinks in moderation…for however moderate you are feeling…
All y’all continue to have a good day, I’m mad because the Cleveland Browns lost due to the coronavirus (2 lineman and their top 4 receivers were out). Some old loyalties never die…
I was wondering if anyone would notice. Those, also, were from her other grandma. The woman loves to buy her clothes and accessories!
Bean soup was yum! Laundry is all done and stowed. Dishwasher needs to be emptied - I’ll deal with it in the morning. Daughter et al are coming tomorrow around 11 to help us with some heavy lifting. And so the weekend winds down.
Welcome back, red!! Scary times in Nashville! Glad you’re safe and back with us!
MetalMouse - Harbor Freight is good for cheap crap from China. If you want a set of screwdrivers to keep in a kitchen drawer, they’re fine. But if you’re going to do serious building, etc, better to buy real tools. Same with their line of power tools. But they do have stuff, like the storage bins, that are a good deal. As long as you bear in mind that it all comes from China, you’re set to shop there!
metal mouse, I actually live closer to the bomb site than the distance from there to irk. From home, it’s right at 20 miles. Some time around the time of detonation, there was something outside that disturbed Nelson enough to stand up on the bed and give a bark. Whether he felt a vibration (SIL about the same distance from it in another direction felt it) or just the neighbors across the fence celebrating I don’t know.
I’m sorry about your brother’s dog. Even when they are old and it’s expected, there’s always a sense of loss.
Supper’s et (leftover Xmas dinner) and KP about to begin. It’s nice to have internet back.
Please let me know next time you plan to hang out in my head, so I can tidy up a bit for you.
Seriously, I 1000% agree with you, and will very likely be taking my 2020 calendars out to the parking lot and torching them (I can easily do so well away from anything flammable, and will have the fire extinguisher at hand just in case). Also planning to bid a hate-filled farewell to the year on NYE. Cannot WAIT to see the back of this one! Honestly, I woke up this morning with my subconscious apparently trying to fast-forward about a week. I was sure it was January 2 (disappointing to realize I was wrong).
As for playful pets, Allie’s 10-ish now and I’ve known her for 9 years. She’s got me pretty well trained by now.
I’ve already taken down the 2020 calendar on my fridge and replaced it with 2021. I’m past ready for this year to be over. OTOH, I have no illusion that fate or kismet or karma or whatever drives people to decry a particular year is a respecter of calendars. I’m hopeful 2021 is better, but logic keeps me from counting on the terrible stuff disappearing on 1/1/21. I think 1/20/21 has possibilities, but we’ll be reaping what people have sown for quite awhile. We’ll have to work hard to get rid of the curse of 2020.
such a cutie pie she wears it well.
