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I have changed oil in a vehicle, but it’s been a lot of years. My dad, before he would take us to get a learner’s permit, required that we rotate the tires on one of the family vehicles (assuring that we could change a tire), learn how to change the oil and check / top off other fluids. I don’t have the physical strength to change a tire anymore, but the knowledge is still there. When baby sis was in college, her boyfriend’s radiator sprung a biiiiiig leak on his old hoopty. She and I, after asking Dad and Big Bro a few questions, went to the junkyard, pulled a radiator from the same model, took it back to her duplex and put it into the car. Her boyfriend and his buddy cooked dinner while watching football. :stuck_out_tongue:

While I wore heels, mostly when I worked in sales, I hated them. I’ve had metal body parts since I was sixteen and they were murder on my feet, knees and back. I got rid of the last pair at least a decade ago. While I don’t wear much makeup on a daily basis (lipstick and eyebrow pencil), I do own it and apply it when I have to dress like a grown up. As far as nails go, I play musical instruments, cook and do crafty stuff involving sharp and / or abrasive instruments and some harsh chemicals. If the nails are clean and trimmed, that’s good.

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Halfway. Sauce was forgotten but the crispiness - after some time in hot oil - was sublime. Liberal addition of green onions and sesame seeds helped significantly.

Ratties got (raw) spaghetti and a bit more (raw) brown rice tonight. Gotta love food I can easily drop through the mesh at the top of each tub.

They love crunchy stuff they can stash in their bedding corners. (Trust me, cooked rice/pasta/oatmeal are … not as beloved as you may imagine.)

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Canes won, But they lost two more players. :confused:

Sure! Just remember it takes Gordie about 15 minutes to figure out you’re not 3 Invisible Mole People in a people suit.

The difference between 19 year old dogbutler and 49.9 year old dogbutler. :wink:

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Cheers!

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Afternoon, mumpers! It’s cold and crispy out there today. The weather app says “It’s cold, cloudy and wet. This is the bullshit that causes seasonal fucking depression” and promises me 1C/34F all day. Bizarrely it also says “mostly sunny”, which it most certainly is not.

SCAdian yes, we do still have ironmongers but they tend to be a bit more specialised stores than just general “hardware”. These days you’re more likely to find the stuff I was looking for in a general DIY-type place. We don’t have a dedicated ironmonger in town either, but it would also be something I’d look for in the local outdoor market but that’s closed to all but “essential” stalls now.

Bumba I tried cleaning the sensors, and I did a full reset, uninstalled and reinstalled stuff, took the BPM monitor option off and put it back on again…nothing worked. A bit of research shows that it’s apparently an inherent fault with the Charge 2 so nothing is going to fix it. Good job I didn’t pay full price for it, but I’m still annoyed that the person I bought it from didn’t say that it wasn’t working properly.

Mooom the new furniture looks fab, but you are not looking best pleased at having to share it with the critters :slight_smile: Also, conga-rats on getting your first shot. I’ll be waiting for months for mine at the rate things are going.

BBBoo I regard a decent cocktail as the mark of a civilised society. No cocktails for me yet, Dry January isn’t over until tomorrow and then it’s back to work! I’ll have to wait an entire week…

Still waiting for 'im indoors to get up so I can put my workout stuff on without the music disturbing his hangover very deep sleep. He managed 28 days of Dry Jan, and caved in last night.

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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 58 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 67 and rain for the day. Rain is definitely on the way. Radar shows a large swath of green and yellow headed this way. The plan of the day is virtual deheathenization and to have a late N.O.L./early sup of pot roast with carrots and N.O.T., peas 'n butterbeans 'n okra cooked together, cornbread, and peach cobbler with 'niller ice cream. YUM! I shall get the pot roast started in the slow cooker after deheathenization and all should be ready around threeish. Nappage should also fit nicely somewhere in that time frame. A good day to be inside and dry.

Gin and tonic is both nummy and medicinal. Traditionally served with a twist of lime or lemon to assist in wardin’ off scurvy. Scurvy has never been a problem here at da cave.

Now I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy is demandin’ sustenance. Then, onward into the day. Rah.

Happy Sunday Y’all!

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Well, it snowed overnight - the grassy areas are white but the paved areas are just wet. I don’t know what the outside temp is because I knocked over the receiver station of my indoor/outdoor thermometer and killed it. Dammit. A replacement is on order, but not due till Wednesday, However, I feel confident in reporting that it’s cold out there.

:cold_face:

Not sure what I’ll do today - probably sew together the squares I crocheted. Maybe push the vacuum cleaner around a bit. Possibly even make some soft pretzels if I can find the recipe I used last time. So, exciting day hereabouts!

Happy Sunday!!

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Afternoon all.

It’s feeling like Monday here, as I’m irking today- the plan is that I should be getting a 3-day weekend from now on here, but this week I only got a 1 day one, due to the shift. It’s pretty much all day training, but I’m almost ready- after 2 weeks- to actually do something, which is nice.

I should go and make up a big batch of something in the slow cooker, but I have a case of the dontwannas, so I may just survive on junk and pasta for another day. I did try out my new local chippie last night, which seems pretty good, though they didn’t offer me salt 'n vinegar, which I didn’t think was allowed.

I’m debating some quick walkies in my lunch break- as there’s a nice park just a few minutes away and it’s not actually raining, but it’s turning into a proper squelch, rather than a walk, as there’s been so much rain. As there’s a river in the middle of the park and it’s a little tricky to work out where the paths end and the river begins in some places, I might wait until the levels drop a bit. C’mon spring.

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Morning all. Odd dream last night, was going to go into space on a shuttle-type thingie, but had not checked out of my the hotel and I couldn’t find a piece of paper to write a power of attorney for someone to get my stuff and check me out. Dream time ended before I went any further. Maybe a reminder to complete my will???

Anyway, 52F heading for near 60F and the weather looks like it got all the rain out of it’s system over the night. Olive Garden is on the list to provide Sunday Dinner, so in a couple hours I will make myself presentable and head over there.

Nut, glad you are finally able to do the job you moved there for; hope you do enjoy it.

Red, I am impressed by you and sis, that radiator change-out is something most guys couldn’t do (without a lot of help and cussing).

OK, finish waking up and get about the day. All y’all take care.

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Let me know if you need to correct spelling of my name and my full address… :wink:

I have showered and dressed, and I just finished stripping and remaking the bed. Go me! Before I plant myself with my squares, I should scoop the cat box and empty the dishwasher. Maybe I’ll tend to the clean dishes first, ya think?

The snow is starting to stick on the driveway, but at this point I could clear it with a broom. It’s staying above freezing thru tomorrow and they’re calling for rain tonight, so I don’t know if I’ll even bother with either a broom or a shovel. Besides, it’s cold out there!

OK, off to do a few chores.

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Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. It’s 34 and raining, so I had to heave “Princess Pretty Paws” out the door to pee. he’s currently curled up in a ball and looking despondnat.

:thinking:

My dream was weird as it did not feature aliens, zombies, clowns, or that 6 foot tall pet Allosaurus.

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I briefly considered contacting my insurance company, but the fence is 17 or 18 years old, so I doubt very much they would have covered any of it. It’s a six-foot cedar fence, and as good as cedar is, it eventually rots too. The numbnuts next door hastened the process for sure, but nothing to be done, other than to fix it. And, I am sure we will not receive a single red cent from that neighbor. We are not on the best of terms, but that is a story for another day. We are getting what they call a modified panel, both sides of the fence look nice, but the bottom “stringer” isn’t touching the ground.

The visit with the kids and grandkids was quite nice, and we had a lot of fun playing with and reading to Zoe, and snuggling Adam.

I have to get my miles in today and am hoping the predicted downpour will hold off until I’m done. I don’t mind walking or running in a bit of a drizzle, but downpours are not fun.

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metal mouse, pulling a radiator and installing it is pretty much a simple, closed system plumbing job. Sis was all of 18 or 19 and I was four years older, so we had the physical strength between us to do it.

Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. I’ll prep the week’s breakfasts and lunches for irk in a few minutes, then get sheveled to head to Burns, TN (y’all will know where to look for the body if things go sideways :stuck_out_tongue: ) to pick up the cartridges for the studio.

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

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It’s an English chip shop- not being offered salt 'n vinegar is unheard of. It’s like going to visit Mrs Doyle and not being offered a cup of tea or just a little snack.

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Nut that chippie should be struck of the list of chippes! Not offering you salt 'n vinegar is heinous in the extreme! You should start a petition, contact your MP and insist on there being Questions in the House!

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You put up with that much pain just for extra butt wiggle? I can see that being useful for ‘sex workers’, but for the rest of youse? I’ve seen perfectly respectable women wearing high heels to church! :open_mouth: Who you wiggling your butt for there, hmmm?
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Sorry. Didn’t mean to insult anybody.

FTR, Wifey agrees with me, but she’s 5’ 10".

Speaking of working on cars; I used to work on my own cars back before the engine compartments started looking like M. C. Escher paintings.
Nowadays I just pay somebody else to have those headaches for me.
But I think everybody should be able to change a tire when necessary, if they’re physically able.

Awhile back there was a whole thread about ginger ale. I like ginger ale, so I’m in it. I even keep a tin of candied ginger around the house for stomach upsets. Srsly.
I don’t care for Schwepps though.

I’ve only ever had one martini that I thought was good, but it was very, very good. I wish I could remember what gin he used. Someday I’d like to try some of that Bombay Sapphire, though.

Sorry your chippie disappointed, Nut. At least you still have them over there. They seem to have disappeared this side of the pond and ordering fish and chips in a regular Murikan restaurant is a bit of a crapshoot.

Need to get about my errands now. Y’all be careful out there.

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Culver’s has their moments. Especially during Lent when walleye is a choice. You probably have to bring your own malt vinegar though.

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Aside from them breaking what I hitherto believed to be the Unbreakable Law, they’re a good chippie- with better than usual vegetarian options. I just need to remember to buy some vinegar, as I didn’t bring any with me when I moved.

They’re in no danger of vanishing here- the place I just moved from had three proper chippies (plus a few kebab shops of pub chucking out quality) for a population of under 15000.

Anyway, it’s time to make dinner, which will be pasta, not chips. I’m a little overwhelmed with the area’s takeaway variety (it’s not just chippies!), but there’s a limit to how many I should eat in a week, and I think I’ve already hit it.

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Doing my best impression of Patton and telling myself, “It’s a little rain, soldier. Now get your ____ing ass out there and march, you coward!” doesn’t seem to be working better for me than it would for Princess Pretty Paws. I need a someone to drag me out by the collar, I guess [Checks shirt], or the scruff of the neck. My decision to start calling walks over 3 miles “urban hikes” isn’t helping, either.

I shall regard him as an Invisible Sheldon Cooper in a dog suit. We’ll get along famously. Also, Gordie would think I’m THREE people? That pooch needs better hooch.

BooFae, how are ironmongers more specialized than hardware stores? And whence Dry January? If there’s ever a month that calls for medicinal imbibing, it’s January. Or February. Possibly March. Maybe April. Conceivably May…

At first I thought your post was about to get steamy, but then my ignorance was fought. Spelling counts, nellie.

MetalMouse, or maybe a reminder to take your protein pills and put your helmet on?

My sweet, respectable mother was 4’9. She loathed being short and wore high heels almost everywhere, including church. As I said upthread, I wore them for teaching to give me a little more height. Not everybody wears heels to get a little wiggle in their walk–not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Culver’s has malt vinegar! I got some when I had fish and chips there pre-COVID. I can’t recall if it was out on the tables or if I had to ask for it, but they definitely had it. Damn. Now I want Culver’s fish, and a bleu cheese burger is on the menu tonight.

Looks like I’m going to have to drag myself out the door by the scruff of my neck. That won’t look weird, will it?

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It will, but don’t let that stop you!

Today hasn’t been all that great for me, either. I was energized to do some housework this morning, so I decided to tackle some more of the boxes in the garage. The first one I opened was full of knick-knacks that Dee and I had picked up on our travels.

I lost it. Spent the next half hour blubbering on the floor of the garage like a fool. Finally pulled myself together enough to go back in the house and do a load of laundry. Which wouldn’t come out of the washer. The stupid agitator tried to eat the top sheet off the bed. A corner of the sheet had worked its way under the flange of the agitator and was trying to wrap the whole sheet around the shaft. Luckily it only ate about 2 square feet of sheet before the wash was over. Took me a half hour of tugging, swearing, levering, swearing, pulling, swearing and coaxing to get the sheet back out with either tearing the sheet or dismantling the washer. Tango spent the whole time trying to help, and learned many new words!

I am now medicated and zen.

So if I can get through crap like that this morning you can hie your butt out the door and into the world, missy! Hut, two, three, four!