Jagger, per search results. I was surprised by your initial post, since I have a friend who can talk the ears off a field of corn re. Freddie/Queen’s discography and I couldn’t recall having heard the name of the song. I don’t have any friends who suffer from Rollingmania, so that explains it
Middlebro & wife (J) own:
a large, two-floor flat;
three separate storage rooms in the same building;
a house he’s rebuilding (he hires local day workers to help him), in her father’s tiny ancestral village, several miles to the left of the ass-end of nowhere.
Middlebro is currently unemployed.
The time is yesterday:
M: we just don’t have any more room, J wants to buy another storage room and I had to tell her no… if you say what you’re thinking I’ll have to file for a divorce-from-sister… anyway, I hope I’ll be able to get her to give some clothes away, but it’s real difficult for her for some reason, and with the two sets of bycicles and all the boxes and so forth, we just don’t have any more room.
What was going through my head was “wonder whether Rilchiam would be willing to help me cut in half their amount of clothing, plus throw away any sports stuff they haven’t used for the last two years, in exchange for the plane tickets plus the usual rates plus housing for as long as the job lasts plus a couple of weeks down in Málaga once it’s done, oh wait you’re not legally allowed to throw away your sister in law’s stuff, plus you’re kind of short on cashflow right now…”
I had two school uniforms. Each kidlet has five. They do laundry daily (well, their cleaning lady does it). Apparently the only reason their house doesn’t look like something out of Hoarders is that, so far, my brother has been able to go on buying storage rooms :smack: (which do look like something out of Hoarders, as do the closets).
It didn’t even smell bad. I used it to make mac & cheese, as I recall, and 4 bites into it and whoopsie!
I’ve never had that kind of reaction to food before, and to have it twice with very different foods is really, really odd. Makes me wonder if the milk really was bad, you know?
From what I have learned and I could be very wrong, sometimes it takes a while to develop allergies. It would really suck if you have to learn to not indulge in dairy products now.
It would, but what I was eating tonight was a variation of biryani. No dairy involved. There was beef, basmati rice, some canola oil used in cooking, and garlic, ginger, cumin, turmeric, garam masala, salt, curry powder, and pepper. And as I said, last night I ate it with no issues at all.
We went to a junior hockey game last Saturday, two days before I was due to get some serious dental work done (root canal and extraction). We sat down in our seats, and a toddler started coughing right behind us. I jumped up and hightailed it out of there like a scalded cat - the last thing I needed was to get infected right then.
Where the hell are these %&*^@! ants coming from? For the last week, I’ve been seeing about one ant a day. Sure enough, this morning there’s a shitload of them. It’s February! Don’t they hibernate or something?
And seriously, where ARE they coming from? They’re all out about as far from the walls as they can be. I watched a few of them for something like 5 minutes waiting for somebody to scuttle off towards a wall so I can get an idea of where to put bait, but they just wandered in vague circles. Great. Not only do we have ants, we have aimless moron ants.
Authors of fiction, I’m calling a cease-and-desist on the use of the word “mumble.” Stop having your characters “mumble.” I am well aware that in the real world, people do not always speak distinctly, often on purpose, often sotto voce, often murmuring, often so they can offer nasty commentary in the pretense of being unintelligible.
Come along with me for a full day and point out examples of people you say are “mumbling.”
Nine times out of ten, the word you want is “mutter.”
The thing is, you didn’t give the ants any reason to head for home. Next time, drop a bread crumb or some such in their path. As soon as they load up, they WILL reveal their entry path.
The cat has decided that I shall never sleep a full night again so long as he lives.
There are two cats, actually, but one is about as troublesome as a houseplant. The other is a real full-blooded pain in the ass Cat. They are shut in the laundry room at night, with food, water, litterbox (and sometimes toys, although they are rarely interested in toys). Sometime in the night, Bruno decides he’s slept enough and starts trying to tear the door down.
I have tried:
Letting the cats have the run of the house. Doesn’t work because then they want to come in the bedroom (my husband and my dog are against this). They also damage the furniture.
Putting them out on the screened porch. Doesn’t work because when they want in, they claw the glass door to the bedroom, and no one can sleep through that.
Squirting them with water. (I keep saying “them”, but actually it’s “him”). He thinks “run from the squirt bottle” is a keen game for the wee hours.
Toys. As I said, they don’t care for any toy, box, string, ball, or paper bag I have offered.
Yelling and being mean and scary. I don’t like it. This isn’t the relationship I want to have with my beloved kitties! Plus it doesn’t work.
Rigging various objects on the door to keep him from touching it, or keep it from being noisy. No dice.
Putting a pillow over my head and going back to sleep. Works like a charm. However, my husband objects to doing it. Instead he stomps in there and pulls a #5.
This has gone on for years. I am so fucking tired.
They’re scouting, seeing if there are any good sources of food/water/warmth. I’m sure your house already offers shelter from the elements … time to see if there are drippy faucets to cluster around!
ETA: dungbeetle, are earplugs an option?
They wanted food, they got tasty tasty Terro ant bait. Muahahahaha. I sat watching clusters of them around the little cardboard squares I put out, saying “Yes, all for you, drink it alllll…ahahahhahahaaa…”
And put it against the door jamb so that if PITA Cat tries to get to the door he’ll cross the sensor eye and get squirted. It’s just air, but it makes a helluva noise. And yes, they work in the dark, so long as there a tiny bit of light from somewhere.
I always knew that you were smart. I hope your mouth is feeling OK now. IMO, surgery sucks.
One of the main reasons that I love my ereader is because I can correct things. I’m one of those people who has to slap my hands to not use red ink to correct things in library books. Now, I can correct my copy and I’m happy.
Maybe tape foil to the door. Many cats don’t like the feeling of foil. You might also consider taping popwrap to the door. It might scare kitty enough to stay away from the door, or it might entertain kitty enough that you can sleep. Double sided tape would be a pain because you would have to do it every night…but it might work.
What used to help me, before I finally had to have my gall bladder removed, was to drink lots of really cold water, iced if possible. It helped with the pain and the burping, everything (until it finally went belly up, the gall bladder that is).
I have a cat like this, too (it basically started after our last move) - she thumps on the bedroom door and meowls for hours. And when I say “thumps,” I mean throws her body against the door. We had a Ssscat, and it worked beautifully. It ran out and we haven’t been able to get a refill yet, but I’d definitely recommend it too. What we’re using now is a piece of flat cardboard with tinfoil balls taped all over it so she can’t walk up to the door and thump on it. Damned cat.
So far, so good. There’s still some residual pain from all the trauma in the area, but it seems to be healing up very nicely.
