I mentioned a few weeks ago that my neighbor had to have cranial surgery to relieve bleeding from an injury that he suffered in a bicycle fall. Since then, we’ve been making them a pot of soup once a week to take some of the stress off of his wife. Mulligatawny was the first one, and then a vegetable-barley soup followed that. Today will be an African peanut/yam/chicken stew. Speaking of which, I’ve got to get going on that. Later, dudes.
Sending much support and affection to all of you with medical crap. Some communities have volunteer services for people with specific issues (e.g., rides to chemo) or more general services for people with disabilities, medical conditions, a/o poverty (e.g., food bank, rides to medical appointments, etc.). Also, if you’re part of an organized religious community, there may be a volunteer list. Wouldn’t hurt to ask if you haven’t already. Some medical offices have the resource list, or your local crisis line, or a hospital social worker.
I just hung a load of sheets out on the line. Thanks to the sun and a light breeze, I figure they’ll be dry in a couple of hours. And they’ll smell nice, too!
My daughter’s outside in a tent on the driveway reading Harry Potter. My son is working on his virtual classwork. My husband is hidden deep in the bowels of our basement, working as well. I’m goofing off because it’s so damn quiet, it’s flipping amazing. Now that I’ve typed that, everything will go to hell, but I’ll take this for now.
If I’m extra lucky, everyone stays outta my hair for another 30 or so minutes and I can enjoy the slacking without judgment.
Good morning, everyone. Feeling somewhat better today. I may even venture forth, as 'tis a lovely, cloudy day with a bit of a breeze. I love sunshine, but it doesn’t love me. I don’t burn easily, but something about the UVA light triggers lupus flares. I knew a woman who had to cover herself scalp-to-toes when going outdoors. Luckily, I’m not nearly that bad off.
flyboy, I got The Lottery allusion right away. I loved that story and taught it a few times–always fun to see the kids’ reaction to the end.
susan, I avail myself of the disability shuttle when I have to, but otherwise, I’m avoiding getting in a car with anyone, as I’m high risk for COVID. I think most of the volunteer ride services have been suspended for the time being. We’re in a two-week timeout because people were being stupid.
Moooom, I have the same issue with my queen-size bed, at least with the fitted sheet. They all seem square until I get them halfway on. I Love Lucy could be my autobiography, minus the Cuban husband and show biz.
cookie, what wonderful neighbors you and Mrs. C. must be! Today’s soup/stew sounds yum.
Forgot to include: Moooom, I’d be ticked, too. What a covidiot your BIL is. I hope your folks come through the visit OK. How long will he stay?
Evening all {{{Everyone, specially Dots}}} Dots- you’re not trash that’s been squished and smelly, you’re an awesome person that’s been jumped up-and-down on by life, but it’s not stopped you being awesome. It comes through clear, even if you don’t see it. So there.
Bees have Been Checked On and given more space, and the person having the mini hive is picking that up tonight. I have realised I’m short on kit, so I’m going to try to find a bee supplier that’s open tomorrow and hopefully have a little bit of a road trip. I’ve not been more than 6 miles away since March, so it feels a bit exciting…
The interview this morning was more of an informal chat, but hopefully I’ll be getting at least a 2-3 day a week job out of it; local minimum wage.I’d obviously prefer better wages, but as my course was so theory heavy, I think I need to get some practical experience anyway to get anywhere, they’re wholesale growers with a good reputation, and I think I’d be daft to be picky in the current climate, so long as I can live on my income, so many people are losing jobs right now… Apparently though, so many people have been doing gardening in their time off though that this place has had their busiest June ever, and July looks similar. Hopefully this whole mess will have the upside that more people are getting more into nature and the outdoors; I can but hope.
Why yes. . .yes, we are. Actually, my wife is the good neighbor. I’d prolly be a hermit if not for her.
No clue how long he plans to stay. I know FCD is majorly pissed about him. I have this niggling fear that they’ll all get the plague and there won’t be anything we can do about it. Especially since FCD is in no shape to go there anyway. I just want to scream.
On the plus side, I’ve dumped the veggies into the soup so they can simmer a while. I got a spring mix at WalMart so we can have soup and/or salad for supper. And I’ve decided to use the last of the french bread to make garlic bread to go with it all.
It’s always a relief to have dinner taken care of.
Alas, the french bread was starting to get fuzzy, so I’m going to make cheddar bay biscuits instead. The soup is smelling really good! I just need to slice up some 'maters and 'shrooms for the salad.
Happy ::Checks calender:: Hump Day!
It’s a beautiful day outside, I should be out there instead of in here, but I have much to do.
Left the park early today as Mr Asshole showed up. We saw him coming and left before he got there.
I saw somebody I knew going in behind him and warned her about him. Her dog won’t bother his dog though, her dog doesn’t like other dogs either.
The check oil message came up in my truck, so I have an oil change scheduled for tomorrow. My truck has 2827 miles on it, I don’t know why the check oil message should come up.
I cancelled my rocks, the other ones should be her tomorrow.
I made an appointment with the mva to get my license renewed. I didn’t know I could yet, the first available date was August 5.
Da Jungle is a mess I think. I have an order that, according to them, is supposed to be delivered between June 26 and July 6. I got it last week.
I have an order that was supposed to be here yesterday, it was bouncing all over California yesterday and got here today.
I have an order that was supposed to be delivered today, was marked as out for delivery yesterday. Is still marked as out for delivery. I’m still waiting for it.
Everyday I say I am not ordering another thing from da jungle for a while, and everyday I find something else I need. Like today I used the last of the sun block for my face.
{{{dot}}}
Got my hair cut and colored at a new place. Actually in a shop under a ladies home and it was only me and her there. I think I will use her from now on. She cuts hubs hair since forever. Her husband committed suicide about 12 years ago. She talked about that a little. But mostly just chit chat.
Then I finally went and got a cashiers check at my bank and put it into a different bank money market account. I don’t really know why I didn’t use my own bank except when I
suggested it they acted like it was a bother. The new bank was glad to get a big chunk of my money.
Then the grocery store. I had a list but I always forget something and this time it’s flour. Got home and took five trips up and down the stairs to get the groceries in. I did a big shop and I wouldn’t let hubs help cause he isn’t able. So all that exhausted me so I made burgers and had a nice long nap. It is too hot.
I have started to remember my dreams a little. The other day I dreamt I was at a Chinese Buffet with my son and it was $20 a plate. That’s really all I remember but the weird part is I do not like Chinese food.
Naps are wonderful things. I just had a great one. We are back to Miami on Firday for pre op stuff and hubby’s third Covid test. Better he than me. For some reason I am not at all worried anymore about the procedure just worried he can hang on until then. Stress is very fatiguing. Makes me want to sleep.
[[[[[Dots]]]]] Stop that Stinking Thinking. This is but a roadblock. It shall get better.
You can steal a concept from Sleep Number and mark the bottom right corner of the sheets - they put their logo on everything in a consistent spot so there’s no mystery of what’s up or sideways. Sew on a button, just do a bit of darning, even quick scribble with a laundry marker.
And for the latest unwanted potential medical drama - my primary doc feels the need to MRI my pituitary because of how wildly out of whack my thyroid and some other lab values are. Ugh!
you know dots if I may be a lil nosy? whose apartment is it? cause if it’s your place and if it wasn’t for the kid I think you should have relocated roommate ages ago…she’s exactly like my cousin and her son who couldn’t walk and had cerebral palsy …
she was only mom when she wanted to be (mainly because she thought her ass needed to be kissed ) or could get something out of it … me and aunt (who had custody after she gave him up to chase after some scuzzball) pretty much raised him and he only gave a damn when someone else was getting the attention she thought her son should of paid her
I say give her the door if/when you can
gotti - on some sheets, we just wrote TOP at the edge in sharpie. I need to do that with all of them. Heck, even an X on the hem to indicate top or bottom will work.
Supper was good, and while the biscuits may not be exactly like cheddar bay, they were good, and certainly easy enough. Dishwasher is washing, sheets are in and put away, and I’m about to assume the chill position for the balance of the evening.
Tomorrow morning, I’ll walk again.
Well they don’t have Ruble to make it work, do they. Also I think the top rack lawnmower was his work, as revenge for all the time I threatened to order 144 anvils from Da Jungle. 
And I just learned there is a smiley translator.
{{{{Dots }}}} heath conditions do not make you trash.
{{{{gotti}}}} hope the MRI helps fix the problem.
The yard is full of men for the second day, making J-cat very sad because he loves men and wants to go out to supervise their work. They’re staining the garden fence and new (new in September, but it began to rain, so this is the first week anyone could count on enough clear days for power washing, drying, staining, and drying) catio. This is a small deck to which we added kennel fencing and to which my lovely wife’s ex-husband added framing and chicken wire on top many years ago; in winter we covered it with a tarp and hung clear vinyl tarps on the sides. The deck, which was probably ~45 years old and not well-maintained when we bought the house, began to cave in, so last summer we had it replaced with Trex-type boards, and we extended the area further so we’d have a flat place for a table, chairs, and a barbeque. In the slightly-expanded cat area, we then replaced the kennel fencing with a nicely over-built structure roofed with Suntuf. The sides are still fenced to contain the cats, but it now adjoins a non-cat human area, and has a much higher roof. It’s looking great as the guys stain it. Kitties will get a new cat tree for their porch to sweeten the deal.
My PCP called with my A1c: Down to 5.8 again, so 5.6 is my next goal. Tamoxifen is hard on metabolism (which you’d expect since it acts on estrogen receptors), and it’s been a most-losing battle to keep my weight down (for example, I walked the Camino de Santiago last summer and did not eat much dessert or drink much alcohol or soda, and after 500 miles my weight and fasting blood sugar hadn’t budged). Fortunately, my PCP listens to me and was willing to kick my Metformin up by 500 mg, after a month of which I began losing weight rather than continuing to gain and my FBS started to drop. Sheltering in place is terrible for my aerobic exercise since I only like Zumba in a group, but even with just garden work and short walks on the treadmill, I’m holding at about 16# down since early March.
I am gratified at how many Mumpers also put the sheet on the bed facing the wrong way so often. You’d think we’d be batting something approaching 50% but no! Anyway, glad it’s not just me.
My new little home is quite hobbit sized, and my bed fits with only a couple of inches on each side to spare. Replacing the fitted sheet is now an even bigger pain in the ass.
Mused to a friend the other day that I may try putting down 3 or 4 sheets one on top of the next, and then simply whip the top one off periodically.
I have the grumps. Competition-level dry pool divers for callers, too damn hot today, idiots in traffic, got home to find a squatter in MY parking space (I do pay each month to reserve said space) and towing company closed for the evening. Delegated email to our complex manager about this to DH, since he’ll probably be calmer about it. Complex manager isn’t really at fault here, doesn’t deserve the mood I’m in.
Plus side: while my squirrel urges did lead to purchase of two 16oz pump bottles of hand sanitizer (one for each bathroom), I did manage to resist the 1gal jug. 
I put the sheets on wrong and my bed is a twin bed, so I have no excuses.
Up til now, unemployment has waived the requirement to look for work in order to get benefits. Starting next week, though, I have to apply for three jobs a week. The idea was, at the start, that I would have my own job to go back to, but that may not be the case now (as in, I almost certainly can’t go back, but they’re still “trying to figure something out”) because of the continued loss of function. I see vocational rehab July 7 and am going to call a lawyer tomorrow to see about what my options are in terms of getting disability, but in the meantime… I don’t actually have any good plans for how to continue having food and shelter and medical care.
I googled the next doctor and the reviews are very mixed. Apparently, she’s rude and dismissive. I guess I’ll find out. I don’t need my doctor to be cuddly, but “dismissive” worries me a bit. Guess I’ll just have to be prepared to stand (er… so to speak) my ground.
I did successfully consume food and feel a bit calmer now. Not quite sunshiny, but not quite so… entirely consumed by panic and despair. Well, as long as I avoid thinking about certain things… lalalalala… so the trick is just to find a distraction til I can sleep.