I hope your shoulder heals up quickly! I hope there’s no reason to be concerned aboutwhy you fell, either?
I found a bandage solution that has survived two days of music festival - I wrapped self-adhesive wrap around my leg to hold gauze in place. The scrape is healing nicely, the bruise is technicolor vomit, but it seems I’ve done something to my knee as I get a sharp pain on the inside of my kneecap when I bend it (or hop/jump, which really takes a lot of the fun out of a punk show).
I’ll monitor for a few days, but maybe get it looked at if it gets worse. It’s more painful this morning than it was yesterday, but that could be the 10 hours of standing/walking. Today will be busy too, but we will be able to sit down more.
Nope. I’d put it much more in the category of excess partying than doddering dude developing balance issues.
Take care of that kneecap; maybe buy an elastic knee brace? However bad a chronic shoulder problem would be for anyone, a chronic knee problem would be orders of magnitude worse.
Sounds like we both get a little too enthusiastic than what’s good for us.
Back when I was a kid and I traveled with mom and dad, they had this little thing that was a heating coil on an electrical cord. Plug it in, immerse the coil in a cup of water, and the water would boil in a minute or two. AFAIK, they don’t make these anymore, or at least the ones they do make don’t get the water hot enough to boil. Liability for burns, y’know.
But I see these adorable little travel electric kettles on Amazon, some of which collapse down to be flatter and easy to pack. I don’t need one, as we stay in vacation rentals nowadays, but if I still stayed in hotel rooms, I think I’d venture on one of these. At least to find out if they really work or not. If they did work, I’d then bring a lightweight French press and my own ground coffee or my own teabags for tea.
My Pixel Watch 3 just stopped working, after mere months of using it. Bizarrely enough, it still takes calls, and chimes for my reminders, but the screen is completely black. The problem is: that thing is my brain. It’s my ADHD tool for not forgetting things. I use it for everything from laundry to appointments. Sucks not having it.
I’m running the battery down and hoping a fresh charge/reboot does the trick. If not I guess I have to go through the trouble of replacing it.
While I’m complaining, I can’t find a comforter for my bed that works for me. I replaced the old one for being too small. The replacement billed itself as “great for sensitive skin” but the fine print said it was synthetic. It was beautiful and huge and soft - and made me itch like crazy. So I tried a bamboo comforter with a duvet cover. Very soft and allergy free but slips all over the place inside the cover, meaning I now hate duvet covers. So I stripped off the cover and now I’m just using the bright white comforter which is not very interesting-looking and probably Ill-advised but I just can’t deal with another failure right now. Sr. Weasel wants to go back to the original, marginally too-small cover, but I’m too far in to look back. I need something large and warm in a pleasing color that doesn’t make me break out. Is it too much to ask?
What you’re missing is clips/primpins for the duvet. It’ll hold it all together.
We’re empty nesters with a 4 bedroom house, and not too long ago we switched it up and now we have our own bedrooms and it’s wonderful!
No more fussing about TV, lights, covers, pillows, snores, tossing turning, farting, getting up again and again, sleep talking, alarms, eating drinking in bed.
What’s my gripe today:thinking: I still have to share a bathroom.
This one came with built-in clips and they don’t help. When I took off the cover today it was still clipped in, unless there are better ones I’m not aware of. These were like snaps that went into loops.
Part of the issue is the comforter doesn’t really fit into the cover, even though they were marketed together, by the same company.
I never use my phone as a phone. My friends all text (which I prefer, as I have a written record of what we planned, and when).
Oops, forgot, I do have to call good ol’ Mom.
" OL’ " is right, she’s pushing 100, and would be a disaster with a smart phone.
But I’m trying to be flexible and learn new stuff that the phone can do. I now have a credit card and tickets (plane, train, concert) in my Wallet app.
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Okay, there’s your first billion: I’d get in line with everyone else to buy an iPhone with a working phaser.
(Hmm, maybe just enough of a cattle prod to surprise someone… get them to settle down, or hop out of your way, without knowing who did what to them.)
Due to the combination of retirement and decreasing awareness of the world around me, I didn’t realize until a few hours ago that tomorrow is Victoria Day in Canada, and most stores are closed.
The good news: by sheer coincidence, I stopped by the local supermarket and picked up some yummy ready-to-eat comfort foods and a couple of subs (needless to say, also replenished vodka and rum supplies). The bad news: oh, Lord, here come the fireworks fanatics! They’ll probably even start tonight (Why not? Just because it’s illegal outside of designated holidays has never stopped the fireworks freaks before.) And will likely continue for days. I’m sure not a single one of these explosive-loving fuckers has the slightest idea who Queen Victoria was or why we celebrate her birthday.
And it will happen again in a cluster of days surrounding Canada Day on July 1.
I cannot imagine being married to someone who does any of those things in a bedroom. I can’t imagine doing any of them in a bedroom myself, and I live alone*.
You sleep and have sex in a bedroom, period. And maybe store some clothes in dresser(s) there. That’s what bedrooms are for. All those other activities take place elsewhere.
As to pillows, you have your kind / size / flavor / whatever and they have theirs.
You do you, but separate bedrooms seems like a halfway house on the way to separate houses, lives, and bank accounts.
Dunno about you, but snoring, tossing/turning, flatulence, sleep talking, getting up a time or three for bathroom trips or not yet being ready to fall asleep, or alarms are just human nature in a bedroom. OTOH, some couples do find that one partner has a bad enough snoring problem that separate bedrooms may well be necessary for the other to get any useful sleep.
Lights and covers can take some negotiation, granted (I’ve been known to use a blanket and top sheet one size larger than the bed, such as using king-size on a queen-size bed, to cut down on cover theft problems). Pillows are an individual choice of the would-be sleeper.
I do agree about TV and eating/drinking being better done elsewhere.
That’s two nightmares in a row about resuming a relationship with my mother. Both went poorly, so I guess I should thank my brain for the reinforcement.
On the contrary, I’ve seen relationships vastly improve with separate bedrooms. Some people just have different sleep needs.
My bedroom is actually three rooms, not ideal but that’s reality. It’s a bedroom, it’s a home office, and it’s a meditation shrine. Fortunately it is a large space. My husband and I don’t have too much trouble. We have a split king adjustable so no problems tossing and turning.
He’ll sleep through anything. The only thing he does that really bothers me is take his phone to bed. I don’t want to see his blue light while I’m trying to wind down. In a perfect world I would have zero light in my bedroom. No machines, no LED clocks (mine turns off the display at bed time.) Actually in my perfect world we’d turn all the lights down all over the house two hours before bed.
But if I had my ideal routine, I wouldn’t have him. Trade-offs.
And different schedules. And approaches to bedtime. My spouse likes to fall asleep with the TV on. If I turn it off she’ll turn it back on: “Hey, I was watching Seinfeld!”
“Uhh, hon? That ended an hour ago, it’s after midnight.”
“Leave it on!”
I tried and tried, but I couldn’t sleep with lights and television on, and the lack of sleep was getting to me. So I now sleep in the kid’s old bedroom, and I’m getting 8 hours instead of 5.
I bought a new 2023 Hyundai Ioniq 6 a couple of weeks ago. It had the misfortune of being delivered to the dealership in early 2024 with a load of 2024 cars. It had only 165 miles on it. The dealership was desperate to sell it, resulting in a good deal for me. I took it on a short road trip this past weekend
My first EV road trip was an unqualified success…
Except for the fact I was rear-ended 20 miles from my house. My car had 1051 miles on it. I hadn’t even driven it for 900 miles. Some little shit didn’t understand that just because the light is green, you still don’t go until the people in front of you start moving. I’m glad I had installed the dash cam.
I am beyond livid.
The kicker is that he told the cop that I had just stopped in the middle of the road. I showed her the dash cam video. She came back a few minutes later with her report number said, “Make sure your insurance company sees that. You can go. I need to have a talk with him.”
Pro-tip: Don’t lie to the police.
Every time I open the garage, I am greeted by a ruined back end, and I am pissed off all over again. Amica was updating their system this weekend, so my claim hasn’t even been processed yet. I made sure to send them the dash cam videos and photos of the damage.
I’m so mad, I could not even achieve savasana at yoga last night.
They’ll probably even start tonight (Why not? Just because it’s illegal outside of designated holidays has never stopped the fireworks freaks before.) And will likely continue for days. I’m sure not a single one of these explosive-loving fuckers has the slightest idea who Queen Victoria was or why we celebrate her birthday.