Hey, maybe it is Christmas! The delivery DID include my diet ginger ale! It also included whole milk, which I don’t drink, and whipping cream, which I also didn’t order. I didn’t pay for either item. I tried contacting the shopper but never heard back. I don’t think they take back items, do they? I may have to make creme brûlée or something.
Are you hosting then?
sunny, glad the doc offered some relief. No MRI?
That happened to me a couple of times. Turns out I was dead.
No, actually, turns out I had gotten lotion on the little green LED on the underside of the Fitbit the first time and just needed to clean it off. The second time my Fitbit got confused and UI had to do a reset, which varies from model to model, but in this case I had to hold down 2 of the buttons for 30 seconds or so, IIRC. Anyway, clean the back first and see if that fixes it.
Sorry for the ‘mansplaining’. [Tyrion Lannister] I drink I’m old and I know things [/Tyrion Lannister]
I’ve never understood many of the things women do to ‘purtify’ themselves, but the one that really makes no sense to me is high heels.
Taters, One of the neighbors had their fence put up by a pro, and the pro pounded metal posts, looked like 2" pipe, into the ground and attached the wooden fence to them somehow.
I’ll bet it lasts a long time.
Well, I need to get dressed and packed. We’re heading back to ‘the valley’ to visit with some doctors and our dentist, and I’m getting a hair cut tomorrow. We’ll prolly have to stay there all month. 
Maybe the state will even let us get vaccinated against the plague this month, though I’m not betting on it. Too many special interest groups have the guvner’s ear. (Or something).
Be careful out there.
You deserve a few treats and that is a very harmless one. I heartily recommend bubbly stuff. Brown Coke Zero is my daily drink indulgence, which is less good for you, so you’re ahead of me. If you can get the Schweppe’s made with real ginger, its a health food! Go for it girl!
I certainly hope so!!
I think so too. Of course that’s because my big brother is a volunteer weather observer for them and he ‘splains all the technical stuff to me every morning in a text he sends at 0-6 dark o’ clock AM. It’s harmless and gives him something to do and in this pandemic helps me feel connected to human beings (mumpers, you all people the world for me the rest of the day and a fine job you do of it too).
I need refreshing on why you have a hematoma. Porous pandemic brain here. A fall? Post surgery?
I’d love to do that. I even know how to do Zoom~not set up a meeting, but I learned how to be on a Zoom get together. My Brain Injury Survivor Support Group started meeting that way and it has been good to do it Zoom since now instead of 4 or 5 people just from my town meeting in person, we have 8-10 people from all over the state. Even welcome people from bordering states because we’re nice like that, dammit! Couldn’t have somebody (a cute ski bum/bartender) from South Dakota show up at an in-person meeting in southeast Née-braskah if it wasn’t Zoom.
In past 2 years, since my accident, I have gained a whole new respect for PTs. They made an incredible difference for me in several different areas. I have a standing invite to come back whenever I need from my last one (my therapy got cut short by the few fell swoop of Covid when everything slammed shut). Glad you got a referral to see one.
At first glance, my nursey self thought you were barfing all morning and I felt bad for you. Then I read farther and was relieved that you weren’t sick, but I still felt bad that ‘irk was a problem child today.
Love this ‘bumpersticker’ and use it frequently with my much (~39 years) younger housemate who often asks me “how do you know XYZ?”. Life, I tell her. I learned the hard way what to always do or never do and now she doesn’t have to learn those same things the hard way. It works sometimes.
Doesn’t make any sense to me and I am a girl. I wore sensible 2’’ ones for my 1973 wedding and that was the last time I put myself through that torture. If guys want to look at high heels, they can wear them to their tailgates and bowling tourneys-count me out.
It wouldn’t bother me if I was a kid, but schlepping bags full of wet clothing isn’t high on my entertainment list at 73+.
I’m sorry, but that’s not a good excuse. Everyone should have a basic understanding of cars, especially if they own and operate one. I learned a lot listening to Car Talk, and being married to a Car Guy, I’ve learned more than I want to know about some things. But I learned the basic operation of an internal combustion engine in junior high, and I’ve picked up other things along the way.
Get yourself “Auto Repair for Dummies” and learn yourself a few things! Seriously!
We do have one more - Ziva prefers to hide in our bedroom - either under the bed or on the afghan in front of my night stand. She’s not very sociable.
I’ve gotten my first shot and I have an appointment for my second one in 3 weeks. Not sure when FCD can get his - he’s a few months shy of 65, so he’s in the next group, alas.
We waited in line for over an hour. The county canceled Monday’s shot appointments because of impending weather and all those people were told to show up today. And they did! But it was a pretty efficient operation, if busy. Afterwards (it was nearly 2) we went to Olive Garden for soup and salad. So we won’t need supper tonight. Maybe just an apple later.
Meanwhile, I need to run downstairs and empty the dryer. That will be my last chore today. I hope.
Insufficient psychic ability – you couldn’t remember what I hadn’t said. 
Slipped on the stairs Tuesday morning and sat down hard, then bumped down another couple of steps. (Fortunately I was almost to the bottom when I slipped.) That evening Lady SCAdian said the bruise was getting bigger – it being in a spot I couldn’t see well – and since a) bruises and blood thinners are said to be a bad combination, and b), by then whenever I put my weight on that foot it felt like someone was shoving a knife into my backside, we decided a trip to the ER was in order. A PA looked me over and ordered x-rays, and then another PA poked and prodded and ordered a CT scan, but the point where I started worrying was when the surgical team showed up to have a look and ordered a covid test just in case they should need to do “a procedure”… Around Wednesday noon they finally decided to just admit me for a day or two so they could keep an eye on things.
Worst part of it was that it hadn’t even occurred to me that I might be there for more than just a few hours, so I only took one book with me – and I finished it before I went to sleep Wednesday night. Spent most of Thursday snoozing and staring at the ceiling, for lack of anything better to do, until Lady SCAdian was able to drop off a couple more books for me that evening.
Don’t feel too bad – I’m not female, and if you can add oil and petrol, and change a flat tyre, you know as much about cars as I do.
I know the theory of tire-changing, but lack the lifting ability thanks to arthritic hips. I’m familiar with the concept of adding oil, but would have to consult the owner’s manual to verify where to put it on this car (cramped and complicated under the hood compared to other cars we’ve had). Feeding the car, not a problem. I’ve tried to learn more, but my brain stubbornly refuses to retain the info.
Accessories for the Instant Pot arrived from the Jungle today, and I promptly placed another order with them, this time to replace the Princess’s food dispenser. We’ve had the current one for 15 years, at least, and it’s starting to crack enough that duct tape does not help a lot (and makes washing it harder).
Dishwasher is swishing away, future taco meat is thawing.
Howdy Y’all! Outside of the makin’ and eatin’ of sup and the clean up thereafter we have been major sloths today. Seriously. I moved from the recliner to the sofa just for a change of scenery. 
Oh, and I got some exercise. I walked all the way down to the mailbox and back! I needed a nap after that.
Boo and Nellie for y’all, I would make a martini on the rocks and even a martini with Vodka. OYKW already knows that I consider the idea of him askin’ for a martini on the rocks or one with vodka as grounds for divorce. FTR, I like vodka, just not in a martini.
What I say about martinis is:
One martini, two martins, three martinis… FLOOR!
MOOOOOOM them’s some swanky recliners!
Still haven’t gotten out for the walk. Forgot to say that I also got a dozen eggs I hadn’t ordered and didn’t need. Creme brûlée is looking more and more like something foreordained by a higher power.
Harald, ouch! That sounds painful. Not to be indelicate, but can you sit comfortably? Hope it heals fast.
Boo, for some reason, I don’t like Scwepp’s ginger ale. I like ginger. I sometimes infuse water with ginger and apples. Yum. But I don’t like Schwepp’s. Go figure.
swampy, I wouldn’t do this for just anyone, but I just now went to my home bar and poured a teaspoon of Bombay Sapphire gin. (My siblings are strictly gin martini drinkers, and only Bombay Sapphire will do, so I have some on hand from the last visit.) Hmm. I always thought gin tasted medicinal, but this wasn’t too bad. There may be hope for me yet.
I know how to change a tire, check the oils and other fluids and replace same. That’s it, but not because I’m a woman but because I’m not mechanically-minded. I get it from my dad. Mom was great at mechanical things, a woman ahead of her time. Since I no longer drive, I guess not a big deal, right?
I’ve had to do that with every car I’ve ever owned.
No, no, no, no – I don’t drink it no more.
I’m tired of waking up on the floor.
No thank you, please, it only makes me sneeze,
And then it makes it hard to find the door. 
Even at its worst it only really hurt when I put my weight on it, as when walking. Sitting or reclining = pain level 0-1. Weight on that foot = instant pain level 10. Ended up calling an ambulance because I didn’t think I’d be able to walk down the porch stairs and over to the car.
Schwepp’s – or better yet, Gosling’s – ginger beer for me.
Y’all are making me nostalgic for Mexican dirty martinis, courtesy of Trudy’s over near the UT Austin campus.
Hours spent there with my college friends. 
I LOL’d
Like Boo I, too, thought you’d spent too much time in Mumper Fantasy Bar (a.k.a. Woah Nellie’s) and was gonna offer you some virtual Gatorade.
Man, when Christmas comes randomly for you, it really goes all out!
Maybe make some hot chocolate with your dairy bounty? Or have a big bowlful of cereal (healthy/adult/high-fiber, or kiddie/sugarbomb, as you prefer) with it?
The quick’n’dirty explanation is .. it changes one’s posture in a way that accentuates the butt (makes it round outwards) and visually elongates the legs while also reinforcing the taper from calf to ankle (e.g. reduces “cankles”).
It also changes the stride to make the hips swing further from side to side.
As an exaggeration, imagine a penguin. Now imagine a gazelle.
God, I loved that show. I have fond memories of weekend mornings lazing around with my Other Shoe, listening to them and laughing while doing crossword puzzles.
Seconding that they were incredibly informative. I think old episodes are available online through PBS website.
Spent way too much time standing in freezing wind at irk, listening to people .. cracking lame jokes at me about the weather, instead of just telling me what items they 
want.
Tonight’s smoke brought to me by a “Space Cream” joint, and dinner was courtesy of a local Asian joint.
I decided to try something new: mei fun noodles.
They’re .. not bad. If I got ambitious enough to crisp them up in a pan, and make a sauce, they’d be amazing.
As it is, I got them because I didn’t wanna hafta do stuff.
nellie, I would suggest a simple custard if you don’t want to go to the trouble of creme brulee. Lately, I’ve taken to slicing up some ginger, if I have some that needs used, to put in my evening seltzer (I usually have a lemon or lime wedge).
Got the laundry done, the groceries bought and supper procured and consumed. I’m going to prep tomorrow evening’s supper so’s all I have to do when I get back from the Marketplace buy is put it in the oven.
After that, chillage.
Evening all. Glasses repair was accomplished with no problems and did a little shopping while I was out, but that was about it for useful activity today. Dishes are washed and (mostly) put away, so readin’ and internettin’ and TV’in’ will occupy the balance of the night.
I can change my tires and my car’s computer tells me when I need an oil change, so I don’t do much around the car anymore. I do remember several years ago, the dealer had a long list of things he wanted me to do to the car, I took the list home and did some goggling and found about 1/2 of them weren’t needed. Suggest you do the same thing, Nettie, if they say you need to do this and that and the other thing.
Herald, Ouch!! Hope it heals up soon. One reason I am glad I have a single-story house is that I don’t have to worry about steps (lots of other things for me to fall over, however…)
FCM, Mark me down as another long-time fan of Click and Clack. Even have 3-4 CD’s of clips from their shows that keep me entertained when I have a long drive.
Oh, mail delivered the last form 1099 I need, so I’ll probably stop a Staples and pick up my Turbo Tax and get that out of the way. Oh joy.
All y’all take care then.
Sounds like you married well. Glad we got you back in one piece from the hospital. Hope the recovery continues apace. Thank you for filling me in. Did you have a Xarelto question in another thread or am I just highly-piggly about blood thinners tonight?
Not I!
Whatever you do, not that!
I like doing the same with thinly sliced cucumbers (and I at the cucumbers when th water is gone.
I need to tiptoe to your bar with a teaspoon and taste it too. I think a gin and tonic is one of humankind’s better inventions.
Well, yeah, that’s the point.
Not my butt cause A. It’s always been plenty round outwardly even barefoot and 2. I’d be lying flat out on the ground having fallen within three steps.
Every Saturday I would be guaranteed of at least one laugh/snort out of my nose of whatever I was drinking while listening to those boys. It’s just not the same without them and Prairie Home Companion…
My God, ain’t that the truth. The living version of my Other Shoe would be appalled to learn that Garrison Keillor retired, not to mention that one of the Click and Clack brothers died (around about when he did IIRC which I may not - autumn 2013 ish?).
I presume any spiritual versions of him are far more up to date on mundane matters such as NPR personnel changes, if he’s not too busy playing guitar with Johnny Cash & Hank Will, Jr. and blowing shit up with Grant Imahara.
I had to look up the Mexican martinis. I’m sure they’re delicious, but owing to an Unfortunate Lapse of Judgement when I was 18, tequila is something I avoid. Hey, what constitutes a martini, anyway? The Mexican Martini is a margarita with olive juice, yet it’s not a Dirty Margarita. Guess I’ll have to study before I take the bar exam.
The creme brûlée is silky smooth heaven. Red, I should have considered custard because I have more whole milk and no more heavy cream, but except for one additional, simple step, brûlée is no more work than custard.
About high heels, I wore them a LOT when I was teaching, as in four days a week. (Fridays were school-wide jeans and school shirts days.) I’m short. My students, by and large, were not. Thus I wore heels and dressed nicely. You have to establish authority in other ways, but being a little taller and looking like a professional helps.