I tend to doubt you have size 13 (men’s) feet…
I’ll try the glue idea. Having two pairs it’s not a critical thing.
Sure it does. Hell, in one place I lived, my fiberglass bathtub started separating from the wall. I covered that crack with a big long strip of duct tape and it stayed that way for years.
You’re right…I’m a women’s 10, a men’s 9. Darn!
The callers were pretty heinous today, including one who reportedly yelled profanity at a friend who sits near me for a couple of minutes without answering a single question (such as info that would have let her look him up and help him).
Heavy fog on both directions of the commute, which of course does not translate to “slow down” for a lot of the alleged drivers in this area.
“Tour the leftovers” was tonight’s dinner plan, with a couple of powdered-sugar donuts.
I’m back! What, you didn’t know I was gone?
What a time I’ve had. Sunday morning, I went to check my email, and my laptop was dead–plugged in, but dead. After calling my son, who is a computer wonk working for a major software company, and Apple Support, I made an appointment at the nearest Apple store (40 miles away) and took it in tonight. (A friend drove me.) They examined the laptop and said there was nothing they could do. I got a new laptop (so long, savings!) and here I am. I hate setting up a new computer, but I’m telling myself it’s cool. No disk drive, and I have to get USB to Thunderbolt converters (Thanks, Apple, for making my life more complicated.), but I’ll get used to it. I missed you people.
My sister came through eye surgery OK, so that’s a blessing.
It’s been one of those days, but I won’t go into my woes. I’m just grateful today is drawing to a close and that I’m still here. And so are you.
{{{ }}} to all, but especially to Thel and those who really, really need them.
My back isn’t sore but my legs are; I guess that means I was lifting correctly!
And thanks for your concern. Rest assured I am feeling just fine. In fact, I was feeling fine over the weekend too, just a little worried about the numbers on my Fitbit. I promise I’ll call the doc if it happens again.
The new rug is on the floor in VSW’s office (which required moving a desk and bookcase out and back in), and the treadmill is in place. The bed is downstairs, but not set up yet, as we need to empty that room to put in another rug. There’s also a living room chair to be relocated to the office when the new one arrives, which was ordered today. The new sofa hasn’t been ordered yet - that’ll be a custom deal and will take weeks if not months. I’m not in a hurry.
Glad to hear~good news in these times is so welcome.
Me too. Of course we missed you!
{{{{{{{{{ here’s some more, plenty for all }}}}}}}}
moooomm will have lots to share about custom ordered furniture. And she’ll be by your place tomorrow to steam out any wrinkles in those rugs…
Yeah, that’ll happen… 
We were wondering about our recliners yesterday, but I won’t bother making any calls till after the first of the year. It’s better for my sanity.
Much busy for today. First a run to Food Lion for frozen peaches and diet coke and maybe a few other things. Then to CVS to pick up my sweetie’s meds. Once home, I need to move a couple of shelving units from the basement to the shed, after which I’ll start taking aluminum from the basement to the shed. The shelves will have to be disassembled and reassembled, so I expect some cussing will occur.
I also need to move a few of daughter’s things out of the basement and into the garage so they can take them home next week. The question is - do I hook up the cart to the riding mower and tow all this crap around, or do I just pull the cart by hand? I’m thinking mower, because it’s all uphill from the basement. I’ll need my energy for taking stuff to and from the cart - why waste it on pulling the cart? Right? Of course right.
I get to wrangle Roxy on Christmas Eve while her parents assemble her kitchen playset. If yesterday was an indicator, Christmas day will be slightly insane. The kid didn’t understand the concept of presents. My sister gave her a box and Roxy gave it to me. Good for her for being generous, but it took a while for her to unwrap her several gifts there, and she’s got lots more at her house… not to mention at her other grandmother’s… I suggested they open some at home on Christmas Eve just so we don’t spend all day on Christmas waiting for her to shred paper!
Part of the problem, being a toddler - as soon as she’d open something, she wanted to play with it. She wasn’t interested in the next package at all. However it goes, Christmas will be interesting. And overwhelming for her.
In summary - today, much work. Later in the week - much crazy!
Happy Tuesday!
Morning, mumpers! It’s a bit grey and overcast here, no chance of seeing anything interesting in the sky last night as it was heaving down. Weather app says “It’s mild and cloudy with a slight chance of cussing. Dildo shit fuckface von nasal-twat tosspot”. Seems like the weather app has a new name for Bogbrush the Colossally Incompetent! It’s also only 6C/43F outside although it didn’t feel too bad when I went out earlier to haul the bin back in off the pavement.
{{{{{everyone who wants one}}}}} Seems like it’s another day when we all need a hug or three.
thel If I was closer, I’d pull up a chair, make us some tea, and sit reading in some peaceful quiet too.
Vow thanks for the advice, Ophelia is by no means skeletal, she’s still quite a good size so the vet wasn’t worried from that point of view. I am a little bit dubious about their weight records, last time they weighed her it was on the big doggy scales (weighed her in her carrier and deducted the weight of the carrier). This time they used a much smaller scale that they tried to stand her in, she just walked straight off it so I am not sure they have an accurate reading. I’ll be keeping an eye on her too, and will most likely book her in for a blood test in January, just to be sure there’s nothing going on.
metalmouse you’re right, she is a very nice cat, and I also have a very nice car (his name’s Keith). Mum gave me a chunk of money towards Keith’s purchase as the reason I wanted to change cars was down to her having more trouble getting in and out of my old car. She approved of him, although she didn’t get to ride in him too often before she died, but she knew he was the right decision.
Wheelie perhaps when you’ve finished rearranging your furniture, you could come over and sort out my spare room? We call it the junk room because that’s what it’s full of. I have to shift things around a bit just to get the vacuum cleaner and ironing board out, 'im indoors shoves stuff in there without any thought to what’s already in there or actually being able to reach the storage shelves etc. I know he’s a packrat but some days I would cheerfully hire a skip and throw 90% of the junk in it!
Plans for today…grocery shopping before the panic-buyers do their worst. Closure of the channel ports to accompanied freight traffic has spurred the tabloids into predicting wartime-style rationing if those pesky Frenchies don’t learn to behave…and of course their readers (and I use that term loosely) take that to mean they have to bulk buy all sorts of stuff despite the truth of the matter being that there may be a scarcity of fresh fruit and veg as that’s the majority of what’s coming in that we can’t store for very long. Other than that, I might just have to open a bottle of plum porter and slurp that this evening.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 36 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 67 and N.O.S. for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is laundry. Afternoon sloth is also scheduled. Sup shall be taco’s 'n fixin’s. OLÈ!
{{{Thel}}} I wish I were near you as well to sit in silence with you. Heh. All us Mumpers wantin’ to pull up a chair and sit in silence with you makes us sound like a Quaker Sunday meetin’. I admire the fact that you are keepin’ that little food pantry stocked. I am sure the people who make use of it are extremely grateful.
nellie sorry for the ‘puter woes. I went through that three years ago. Got up one mornin’ and mine was daid. Thus, my priority that day was to replace it and set up the new one. Fortunately that was not a huge ordeal to set up, but still aggravatin’.
Wheelie as others have said, if that happens again hie thee to urgent care and get it checked out. Good look on the furniture re-arrangin’. Better thee than me.
BooFae glad to know Ophelia is chuggin’ along. Ophelia and Shadow are my adopted cats, just as doggio’s Gordie is my adopted dog.
Quietly probably the best idea to do Christmas solo even though it sucks. OYKW and I are spendin’ Christmas with each other and plan upon a day of sloth, which is no different from what we do at least a couple days a week now. We shall feast upon Cornish game hens and other stuff, which I suppose we should decide upon.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
A couple of photos have been exchanged with random Tinder guy and we are both quite satisfied with what we saw, so I suppose we are at the “your place or mine?” stage.
I don’t know, I’m not exactly much good at this. Every guy I’ve been with till now, I met through friends and so I knew them socially before knowing them Biblically. I need him to gently take the reins, without coming on too strong … which is a lot to ask of a 26-year old. (Yes, I’m robbing the cradle. Or planning to, at least.)
Meanwhile, I have an enormous amount of long-neglected grooming to un-neglect. I quit washing my hair, ferchrissakes (it’s always under a warm hat these days) although I have at least taken a shower before every work shift.
At least my nails are painted. Guys totally care about that, right? 
So, back to more mundane issues than surgical recovery. Yesterday we had a list of errands to run. We were in Sunflower’s car for the day. We knew we were going to need gas at the end of the day, but we accomplished everything. As we were leaving Target her “Service Power Steering” indicator light came on. About two seconds later the power steering quit working. It is good that we were in the middle of a pretty empty section of the parking lot.
We traded places and I was able to drive but with a lot of effort. I headed out for the dealership. A few blocks later, the “Change Oil Soon” light came on. A few blocks later, the fuel indicator came on. She was very worried. The car is under full warranty and when I bought the car I arranged for free oil changes.
The Service department took the car in and arranged for a ride to pick up our daughter’s car. She works at a bank near the dealer. We took her car home, picked up my Jeep and returned her car.
It will all work out. Sunflower was very flustered. When the steering went out, she was sure we were going to need to have it towed at out expense and was worried about how we would get home from Target and the possibility of the repair not being covered by our warranty. The service manager called last night and said they would have the part this morning and we could get her car back by the end of today.
Life is an adventure
Back from erranding. I had to go to a second store to get the peaches - Food Lion had none. (Frozen. I didn’t want canned.) I also stopped at the credit union, then picked up FCD’s meds. Now I need to change into grubbies so I can start moving shelving. At least it’s sunny and not terribly frosty out there.
So, on to my labors!!!
Good morning (or afternoon to our European correspondents). A brisk 39F this fine Ali-bama morning, heading for 58F later today. No rain, but a 50/50 chance tomorrow (which, of course, is my driving-to-brother’s day). Need to do some banking, gas up car, run the dishwasher, and pack up for an early departure tomorrow, so for me a pretty active day.
hippy, sounds like you guys did all the right things and your dealership sounds pretty nice (many of them are, the few rotten apples give them a bad rep, IMHO). And yeah, we are all spoiled by power steering…I am old enough to remember (dimly) driving an car without it, and wrestling that beast around corners…
shoe, good luck!
nellie, glad you were able to replace the puter’, never owned Apple so I don’t know how hard it is to set up. Lost a desktop some years ago, they did recover some of the hard drive, but no idea what had happened.
Nettie, sorry for your friend, I don’t think I would have the patience to deal with crap like that. Aren’t their managers to take the s*** like that off the workers hands??
OK, need to be about things. All y’all take care.
Wooohooo! You go, girl! Be careful – and don’t forget to report in with all of the salacious details. 
Yes, I have finally taken control of my account back from my feline overlords (or are they overladies, 'cause they’re both girls?) and I must say that I am positively mortified by what they posted. I apologize if they offended anyone’s delicate sensibilities. They have been properly chastised with extra treats.
The Real Miss_Owl
As long as you feel good, that’s what counts. Just be safe and have an incredible time. And let people know what’s up beforehand.
Today is mom’s biopsy and first radiation treatment. She was informed there was a “plan,” though what that plan is (other than radiation) has yet to be communicated. She’s going to get herself to and from that appointment; I’ll get herself to and from the biopsy. One thing about managing cancer vs. a transplant, therapy is way more on the fly from the patient perspective than I’m used to, and it’s all-consuming. With my mom’s transplant, we had years to prepare, then everything was really cut and dried with clear steps laid out both before and after. With cancer, I guess it can change so quickly, you need to change, too.
They don’t even call her anymore for appointments - something will just pop up on her patient portal and they’ll be like, “Oh, yeah, see you tomorrow at 1!” To which we’ll respond, “Um, but overly has work and overlymom wants a day to not be at a doctor.” “SEE YOU AT 1 TOMORROW.” “But were were going to…?” “SEE YOU AT 1 TOMORROW.” “Oh, okay then.”
They don’t even tell her why they’re seeing her. Unless she calls in, we have literally no idea why she’s there and can only guess based on the department. The care is wonderful. The communication blows. I’m trying to remind myself to be grateful, but at the same time, we’ve never done this before, dammit. It’d have been nice to have someone say up front, “So, hey, for the next 3 or 4 months, plan to not do anything but be at the doctor’s office whenever the heck we tell you to show up. Oh, and we won’t tell you why, we’ll just assume you know. So be prepared to be freaked out most of the time, mmmkay?”
Up early. Went to McD for a breakfast sammich (they’ve gotten expensive my god) and have resumed chillage mode. It’s my first day off in several days, and after a few rounds of Plants vs Zombies I fully intend to just go the hell on back to bed.
On December 22nd, 1978, I destroyed my right knee and suffered nerve damage (from which I haven’t fully recovered) in a skiing accident.
On December 22nd, 1979, I destroyed both knees in a car crash.
I’ve just noticed today’s date.
Stay HOME johnny don’t even move off the couch!
Or … not. We’ve moved into full-blown “munchies” mode, which is a nice change considering I don’t usually eat much while at home.
Join me for my newest adventure here:
I woke up at FCM time (4:30) and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I got up and filled out the online forms for today’s fun-filled endodontist appointment. I said I wouldn’t dump yesterday’s other woes on you, but two of them were that the ATM at my bank malfunctioned, so I had to go in and get a new debit card, and just as I was gathering up the trash to take to the huge compactor, I got a text saying the compactor was jammed, so don’t take out trash. There are security cameras and a hefty fine if you just leave trash in the enclosure. It’s still not fixed, and my trash smells…trashy.
When my daughter was a kid and had a bad day, I’d tell her, “It could turn around any minute.” I hope that’s true for this week. If it doesn’t get any pricier, that’d help. The endodontist bill is a doozy. (They charitably told me how much it’ll be in advance, probably so I don’t faint and clutter up their expensive flooring.) I’m going to politely inquire today, as the dentist did most of the work on the root canal. He just couldn’t get the last little bit. Part of the charge is for the endodontist to read the dentist’s notes and look at the x-rays. Hope they don’t charge me for the air I breathe.
Look at me kvetching all over the place. Doggio, are you regretting this week’s MMP topic yet?
thel, I’ve been thinking about you. It’d be nice to have a quiet cuppa tea together.
shoe, be careful out there. Are you meeting in a public place first? I confess I’ve never done Tinder, but when I did OLD, I ran into a few nut cases out there. Definitely set up a welfare check call from a friend, OK? Maybe I got scarred for life by Looking for Mr. Goodbar, but better to be safe than sorry.
wordy, that’s a crazy way for docs to run a practice. Maybe it has to do with how complex your mom’s case is??? I have no idea, but cancer causes enough anxiety; it’s a shame the scheduling adds to that.
FCM, you’ve got a sweet Little Rock Star there. Maybe you really will have twelve days of Christmas!
Argh. I keep getting a notice saying I have to restart my computer to install software updates. I just got this sucka, peeps!