Oh God Taters I am so sorry to hear about this situation with Polar. I get tears thinking about it, as I imagine myself in your place. Hopefully we will see our pets again, Will Rogers said “If there are no dogs in Heaven I want to go where they went.” And Martin Luther is supposed to have said that if there are no dogs in Heaven it wouldn’t seem like Heaven.
Earlier this year we put in heavy curtains over the bedroom blinds to keep out the late/early sun. They effectively blocked the light show. The constant rumbling is what woke me up. I went to the window to look out and my jaw hit the floor.
And a good late afternoon all here in N. Ali-bama. Have ventured into the Northern wilds of Tennessee and returned with 10 chances to become a multi-millionaire, enough braunschweiger to make it to mid-December, counting the long November trip, and a few more 2-Liter Pepsi’s and frozen foods to fill in the gaps. Also have acquired my Halloween candy, now comes the ‘resisting the temptation to raid it’ part. So now home and think I have done all the running around for this day. Big Bowl of Salad will be my evening repast and will watch some college tackleball for a bit.
VanGo, hope you were able to finish your drink, and shoe, just 
Yeah, the one I’ll be on in November “only” holds about 2,500 passengers…
OK, need to get some food in me, so bring out the salad bag, the tomatoes and the croutons and commence building. Take care all.
The freezer’s full, peanuts / cashews are in the snack jar and I have enough coffee beans for a couple of months now. All in all, I got out for less than $100. Go me! I didn’t get the car washed though. It was thundering when I left, so it would have likely been a waste. Only a few drops fell.
Well today was an abject waste. I did nothing but read and Dope and eat a bit of simple food. Don’t feel ill, just disinterested. Probably ought to have taken a nap mid-day instead of soldiering through.
Just had the last of my 4-cheese baked spaghetti for dinner. Identified the next half-ish bottle of Scotch to finish and am now enjoying the first ounce thereof. There will be some sort of dessert-like taste later.
We just had a nice little t-storm with several nearby noisy bolts followed by ongoing rain. A good day not to have walked for dinner. Nothing like the wonder Cookie experienced though.
One of my egg sources has chickens for pets and considers eggs to be secondary to their adorableness. She sells the eggs for 3 bucks a dozen to help pay for the chickens’ electric bill (and to get rid of the eggs). The other source likes eggs and keeps chickens as farm animals. He’s the one with the hound dawg.
Chicken lady tells me that her girls don’t like carrots or apples unless she boils them because they are too hard to peck. Chicken man said that his birds didn’t know what carrots were at first but once they pecked at them, they eagerly ate them in no time at all.
Your accountant sounds like the chicken lady which means those are some lucky birds! Young birds lay smaller eggs than mature birds. The eggs will get larger.
You might want to get into the habit of floating your eggs, someone who doesn’t like eggs might not notice that he’s got a broody bird who hides eggs. Of course, I’ve been in the habit of floating my eggs for years and the only time I’ve every gotten a floater was from a dozen commercial eggs during the summer. Just one out of a dozen, I’ve always wondered how that could happen considering how automated even commercial cage free egg farming is.
I’m worried about Dolly as well. We don’t have a big rabies problem here, but you never know when it comes to racoons.
Our cats never go outside, but they do have their shots and chips because something could conceivably happen which involved our doors being left open against our wishes.
Today has been super windy so stitching on the porch didn’t happen. Playing games on my tablet did, though!
Nothing has happened on the other side of the fence. I know it’s Saturday, but I also know that the new owners are a local family operated business, I would have expected to see them at least looking around today. I kept a close eye out anyhow!
Hubs has been super tired and achy today. He’s spent much time sleeping in his recliner and VBC enjoyed having a nice warm hooman to sleep on all day. At one point hubs had both of them but GG had shit to do after about an hour.
I’ve been thinking about moving from metal to silicon baking pans because they are new and shiny and what I see on cooking shows. I ordered a couple of muffin pans that arrived yesterday and thought I should try them today. I made a batch of mini-frittatas and am pleased with the pan, so I will probably buy some silicon sheets I can put in cookie sheets instead or parchment paper. It won’t save enough trees to make a difference, but at least then I won’t have to fight with the very curly end of the roll anymore.
We’re going to Antarctica in January.
I’ve finished 7 punkin wigs. With luck, I can get the last 3 done tonight. While we’re watching Columbo. Love the fashions on that show!
Ok, back to work…
A neighbour came to get my R1 to see if he can get it running for me. He pressure-washed it, and it looks nice. The fuel tank has some bubbles in the paint on the outside, and the inside is very rusty.
Happy Saturday!
It was a nice morning at the park. Nobody was there except us, Barky/Humpy mom, and Petey dad.
We had to leave early though, and meet Richard at the house to do some irk. I felt bad, we were supposed to meet at 10. We were part of the way there and I realized I had forgotten the keys to the garage and had to turn back. This was at 930 and when I called to let him know we’d be late, he was already there.
He got the cabinets out and the dishwasher in place when he got a call to go to irk.
My son had the front yard mowed and half the back done by then.
It was smelly out there today.
Today was the first time I noticed a smell from the Holsteins down the road. Then I saw the farmer with his tractor out back and I guess he was fertilizing the field.
My doctor’s office sent out a survey about my experience yesterday. I’m in a very bitchy mood, so probably not a good day for that. I gave the doctor and his medical staff a nice rating, the office staff got a zero.
I don’t know if the doctor made a mistake or CVS did. I went to get my Tramadol script and as usual the drive thru is closed. I didn’t have my walker and the parking lot was packed so I went home. I checked the script online when I got home and it said 15 tablets for a 30-day supply. So… nobody there thought to question it? Of course not, that would require a brain.
I tried calling the doctor’s office to leave a message and it seems you can’t leave a message on the weekends.
And in other annoyances, my son said the cable line is on the ground. Then I remembered the cable guy said something about a trench. I don’t remember what he said though. The cable is on the property line, my son mowed the neighbor’s lawn so the cable is visible so they don’t run over it when they mow.
I am so very sorry about {{{Polar, Taters}}}
When I saw the pic of the trailer JtC, I could smell it through the internet.
I woke up last night with my left leg off the bed and my foot on the floor.
I’m surprised I haven’t fallen out of bed. My knee was stiff and my foot was swollen.
My son wants to have a day off tomorrow. He had most of today to sleep.
I wanted to take more stuff over tomorrow and bring home the trash and recycling.
He can whack the yard here then. It is so overgrown right now.
I can do some laundry and a bunch of packing.
Howdy Y’all! I am here to let y’all know I did not have a heart attack and keel over. My Dawgs managed to pull it off against the War Chikins, but it caused me much consternation. I also said many bad words. OYKW says I need extra special confession and absolution tomorrow. I was not supposed to serve tomorrow. Then I got a text from the other Verger. She is sick and asked me to fill in. Of course I said OK. I think that is my penance. I am fanatic about no other sport, but I go crazy about the Dawgs. The Dawgs have a tendency to make me crazy. I guess it all evens out in the end?
You raised a very kind and thoughtful man.
I wonder if some sort of under the mattress bed rail might stop you from hanging your leg off the bed. You wouldn’t need something big, maybe something like this would work?
Up from naptime, having a a Vieux Carré I managed to put the laundry away without Spot’s “help”.
At least it’s not wood chucks
I read that as “puking wigs”.
Bishop: “swampy needs to go to Confession.”
Priest: “But he just had Confession.”
Bishop: “Then from this moment forth, he needs Double Secret Confession.”
I was thinking about you when I was hearing about your game while listening to my Nebraska Cornhuskers. The less said about our game the better. It could have been worse, could have been much more embarrassing, at least we scored a touchdown. @swampbear, you must have said much better magical bad words than me, your guys pulled it out in fine fashion. Very few Husker fans thought we were going to win, we were hoping to survive and not be shut out or have 70 points scored against us. That we did. Michigan is the #2 team in the country, standing in the shadow of your dawgs. Go 
Big Red !! Go Dawgs!!
I listen to the game on the radio (too poor for cable, don’t own a TV), which is quite fun-sounds old-timey just like the games broadcast for the past 5 decades, plus I’m only a mile from the stadium so I hear the fireworks when the team runs out of the tunnel onto the field and with our touchdowns. Good enough for me.
Went downtown where the stadium is to substitute teach a Citizenship literacy class this morning 4 1/2 hours before the kick-off. The sidewalks are full of red-shirted , happy fans shouting “go Huskers!” at every opportunity. The barista and I got to exchange “go Big Red!!”s when I got my big cuppa☕️ in the drive through before teach (and trust me, to teach at 10:30am, I needed a large brew)-the whole town is in on the tailgating spirit. After all, sold out Memorial Stadium is the 3rd biggest (by 30,000) city in Nebraska on game days.
My phone will Bluetooth a radio broadcast directly into my hearing aids, which make listening easier (that’s the least those dang hearing aids should do, considering they cost $5,000-they should also kick field goals and execute pristine quarteback sneaks). I can putter around doing stuff while listening. Today it was trying to make inroads on the laundry. Whole lotta sorting and pre-spotting but it really needed doing, I had no clean shirts. 3 loads done, 5 to go. The stairs down to the basement are scary to this creaky old lady and I really have to talk myself into doing it (which is how I get to having no clean shirts and 8 loads of laundry staring at me reproachfully). The dryer is beeping at me as we speak, nagging that a load is ready to be brought up and folded and put away. At least I’ll have a clean Chiefs shirt to wear tomorrow.
In between death-defying trips down the basement stairs I pulled out my new spiffy computerized sewing machine and did some Harriet clothes mending and made a holster for her light saber to wear with her Princess Leia Halloween costume. I even recycled the straps from a worn out purse to make the belt for the holster. The younguns like it when us geezers recycle and reuse-I try to do my part. I need to make another holster-they are a two light sabers for Halloween family, but I ran out of momentum. I find once I’m gritting my teeth and swearing at the machine that’s a sign it’s no longer fun and I should put it away for the day before I sew over some fingers. Been there, done that, the home ec teacher got real pale real fast and had to sit down. If you ever wondered, a 1968 era Singer can go through a thumbnail and a-l-l the way through to the other side. I didn’t need stitches however.
Tomorrow is my sacred day of Grandma play with the grandkidlets. I’ll deliver the light saber holster and hope it meets with approval.
Sorry. I feel your pain, especially about the coach.
Wow, WHAT a chatty bunch!
Yesterday I spent way too much time on the phone canceling cable and switching to TV since the Jan. 6th insurrection, but I kep thinking I might start again. Then one of my nephews called and wanted to have a nice, long chat.
Today I walked to the cable store to turn in my box. It was a longer walk than I remembered, but I made the 4-mile round trip. I got home, sat down, and 
holy mother! I don’t know what I did. Seriously, I walk 4 miles, and sitting DOWN causes that much pain? So stupid. I’m OK. Icing it and sipping liquid painkiller.
Taters, I am so, so sorry about Polar. Please tell him a whole bunch of internet strangers think he’s a Very Good Dog and are wishibg him a smooth passage. {{{{Taters}}}}
Way ahead of you. I’ve loathed it since 1988, when my patch of northern Montana went without a drop of rain for almost 4 months, and I realized climate change was already happening. Unrelated: braunschweiger lasts that long in the fridge? TIL.
VanGo, invent the Black Walnuy cockyail and secure your place in history !
You shred chicken for chicken salad? I never thought of doing that. Must save chopping time. Aren’t YOU a smartypants ?
cookie, i bet the folks on the top floor didn’t sleep!
Love the Leia quote. 
Harriet’s costume includes a wig with the iconic side buns. I can’t wait to see it.
To cool down from my day of laundry industry I sat and filled my pill planner for the next month-been putting that off for a week. I was 6 pills short of one script so I even figured out how to go online to my pharmacy and request a refill without calling on the phone and wrestling with their interminable, halting, impersonal phone tree. I don’t need the pills for three weeks-good thing because the doctor has to be called and that tap dance can take more patience than I have if I’m on the phone.
Way too much adulting for a Saturday. I deserve ice cream but I don’t have any. Some Scottish shortbread will have to do. On second thought, a lot of shortbread. Authentic shortbread is really just a butter delivery system.
I’ll bet he uses some of these!
GG just told me that a javalina was in the yard and the damn thing was digging at one of my baby trees, probably for the water. I ran out and yelled from the front porch which scattered the herd but I’m thinking I will need to get some chicken wire to protect the baby tree. I’d put water out, but javalina are so destructive and messy that I’d rather not have them hanging around. They need to stay out in the desert where they belong, no cars there.
I might need to order some silicone loaf pans and make some Scottish shortbread for myself, thanks for the suggestion Boo!
How about a .30-30?
We have one, but we have eaten Javalina once and it’s not good meat, it is super lean and tastes kinda rank tbh. Besides, they don’t walk alone and if you piss one off the rest of the pack will get involved.
Chicken wire just seems easier and less messy.
Also less likely to upset the neighbors than gunfire and guts and gore.