It doesn’t matter if there’s a time change or not - I was still up stupid early. Dammit.
It’s been raining and it’s supposed to continue all day - that will make picking up the dresser an interesting exercise. I hope we have a tarp. It also changes some of our plans for today. FCD and SIL can still work on the electrical stuff, but daughter and I won’t be working in the yard, and we won’t be building a foundation for Roxy’s bed - we may have to scrap that plan entirely this weekend.
Before we go, I need to empty the dishwasher and clean the critter fountain - two of yesterday’s chores that didn’t get done. And we’ll need to put the cover back on the truck bed, which will be fun because of the rain. SIL didn’t put it back when he borrowed the truck last week. Oh well, I’ll deal…
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 68 Amurrkin out and foggy with a predicted high of 82 and maybe mostly cloudy for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization. I get to be a sloth and just sit in a pew. After that I shall participate in the makin’ of a video for the annual pledge campaign which has actually already kicked off. I’m told what I have to do will not take five minutes followin’ the service. We shall see. Sammiches shall comprise N.O.L. Sup shall be baked chikin boobs, baby lima beans, hominy casserole, and rolls. As per usual, some sloth shall also be a part of the plan.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Morning all. Still not completely awake but did retrieve the Sunday paper from outside. Dining out at Longhorn later, but that should be my sole trip outside. Still cloudy but not much chance of rain today.
Dice, my time change is next Saturday, my wall clocks and 'puter/TV update automatically but I’ll have to change the alarm and microwave/range clocks. Oh joy.
FCM, good luck on the dresser and the car shopping.
And now get about things. All y’all have a good Sunday.
It’s friggin cold outside, but I still was at the park for over 2 hours.
Ripple was bugging me to go home. I said Echo never wants to go home, and one of my friends said, that for Echo, the park is home.
Probably so.
Everybody, but me, worries if her belly is cold, as she had to get shaved for the ultrasound.
I don’t give a damn if her belly is cold, if she gets cold enough then maybe she’ll want to go home instead of embarrassing me by making me chase her around the park.
I didn’t dress warmly enough, I should have worn my hat and gloves. By the time we were leaving, I was wanting some toe warmers too. Not so much the temp, 46, but that it is breezy and damp.
Supposed to rain later, and 46 is about as high as it gets.
Tub guy should be here soon.
I won’t get much done today as I mostly just try to stay out of the way of everything.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. It’s St. Crispin’s day, so go out and put a French host to the sword.* Dice, 50% of my clocks auto update, 50% don’t. And then there’s my alarm clock, which gets time updates from WWVB, but is inexplicable always 43 minutes fast.
“For a pledge of $100 I will do the Dance of The Seven Veils in my gold lamé thong. For a pledge of $10,000, I will refrain.”
*it’s also the date of the Battle of Balaclava, so if you’re Russian, chug some vodka, and put some grapeshot into the Light Brigade.
Up for the second time this morning, caffeinating, a nice breakfast of some sharp cheddar and crackers (that’s the only thing that sounded good) and a pot of pintos with smoked turkey in the crock.
I woke up about four and couldn’t go back to sleep. I finally accomplished that about seven and slept until ten. One thing about getting back to irk, it should get the sleeping back on track.
Fixing to get showered and sheveled for a day of the usual Sunday chores.
I made bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, and sauteed asparagus for brunch. Dusting and watching the handegg pregame show. “Princess Pretty Paws” is refusing to go out.
My alarm clocks this morning were “Hairball” Pixel and “Turbo” Tango, both of which conspired to get me out of bed before I was ready. Cool enough to warrant the first mug of hot chocolate of the season. Then the pissing off of Caelan by giving him his meds. By the time this sequence is done he’s never going to speak to me again. Havoc is the only one who has been a peach this morning, because she just got out of bed to go lie in the sun. Not much to do today, so I may just try to read. I haven’t really been able to do that for the last couple of months. Just feels…wrong. But I know that’s all in my head and I need to get past it sooner or later.
Nothing on the schedule for today. Wifey wants to paint something (a picture). I may or may not muck about in the basement. We went down and scrubbed the soot-stained floor yesterday. It looks a lot better, but not pristine. Such is life.
Oatmeal with brown sugar and pecans for brekkies, and then onward.
I tried to pill Adam once, several years ago.
He still hasn’t gotten over it.
Fortunately, the pill he gets is small, and by the time it is cut into quarters it is minuscule. I pull out a pill pocket and break off a small piece and use it to stick the pill to one of Adam’s favorite treats. Then I break off a few more pieces of the pill pocket and stick it to other treats. If I only put a piece of pill pocket on one treat he won’t eat it, so I have to mix it up. Some have a piece of pill pocket stuck to them and some don’t.
When Ripple gets a pill, I stick it in a cat pill pocket and stick the pill pocket to a dog treat.
Neither he, nor Adam, will eat a plain pill pocket.
Nope, they aren’t falling for that again.
Echo hasn’t had much experience with pills, she still eats everything.
Old bathtub is out. New bathtub goes in tomorrow. The lawn/fence/bathroom guy’s helper will be back from vacation, so they will get the tub in. He also thinks there is a way he can use the surround, some kind of waterproof something or another. I don’t know, he explains it to me and it makes sense when he talks about it, but damned if I can remember the details later.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated, I go the video made, we got back to da cave and had sammiches. I decided to cut the boneless chikin boobs into strips for fryin’ instead of bakin’ 'em. This shall be accomplished in a while. Oh, and nappage has been achieved.
The video, when completed, will be good I think. The idea is to respond to two statements: “At the start of the pandemic, I was concerned about _______” and, “now by faith I find hope in __________”. The first response is written in large letters on one side of a piece of cardboard or poster board. Then the second is written in large letters on the other side. Stand in front of the camera with the first side showin’, and then flip it over for the second side. The theme for the campaign is “A Future With Hope.” I’ll attempt to post a link to it when it’s available. Remember, I am techno-duh so that may or may not happen.
Bumba here is the recipe for Hominy Casserole I use. This is in the Mumper Recipe Blog.
Now I have no electricity in my bedroom and the middle bedroom.
We flipped all the breakers, several times.
I don’t think it has anything to do with the tub installation, as the bathroom and the bedroom next to the bathroom still have power. There aren’t even any wires near where he was cutting, and his power tools were plugged in in the bathroom. Even the attic has power.
I guess I will be calling an electrician tomorrow.
I don’t feel like dealing with this right now, I have enough going on.
Or maybe get the bathtub guy to look at it first.
Certainly what I would do first, to save yourself lots of $$$ and aggravation. Maybe a very good reason, unknown to us mere mortals, why he might have switched something or or just bumped a wire. Can you text him and ask?
I hear your pain. I have had a handyman in and out of my basement for 2 weeks trying to do a simple drippy water junction fix where the inlet pipes come in to the laundry room and split off to both the shower stall and washing machine. My house is really old, c. 1880, plumbed and wired decades after it was built, so many things about it are amusing, including the door in the dining room that led out to the privy. Pretty carved door woodwork, 2 over door inside. Opening sided over and not visible on the outside. Anyway, he has been in at least 6 times, switching in and various plumbing pieces, putty and teflon tape.
I doubt he will read my text. I already texted to ask if I could put everything back into the hall closet, which is why I was in my room. I wanted to take everything off the bed and put it away.
He said he was done for the day and going home to rest.
Probably turned his phone off.
All kinds of weird stuff in this house too.
Like I control the neighbor’s porch light, it’s wired with mine.
In the upstairs addition, I have two windows on the outside, but only one on the inside. I suspect there is a third window not visible at all.
Since I don’t smell anything burning, I’m assuming it’s not an emergency.
From what I am reading it could be.
Well, I got the last shelf in the main pantry cleared out. Really not too much sillily out-dated on this shelf. Although I am wondering what ever possessed us to have 3 mayo, 3 roasted red peppers, 3 pickle relish and duplicates of at least a dozen other “not every day” items.
The only way Caelan will take any of his meds is by oral syringe, so I grind up the pill and mix it in with the other medicine. Then it’s hold him down and try to get him to swallow at least some of it without killing both of us.
Such is life.