I’m out of gin. (Mrs. L.A. has some, which she says I can drink; but…)
Thinking more of a recipe.
Sorry, flyboy, I was just trying to stay in character.
Thinly sliced cucumbers mixed with thinly sliced onions and dressed with oil and vinegar or sour cream and dill can make a nice salad. I tend to leave the peel on but peeled is tasty also.
I’ve often wondered if a cucumber, bacon and tomato sandwich wouldn’t be just as good as a BLT. But then I love cucumber sandwiches in general, the kind made with cream cheese and nibbled with tea.
I worked out and then walked to the store to get a new notebook for tomorrow. It’s scientifically proven (Honest!) that we retain information better if we physically write it than if we type it, so no laptop or tablet tomorrow.
Happy Dopeaversary, Nettie!
That reminds me: is the Nettie-Nellie thing still an issue? If so, what if I go by Nell here? If it’s not an issue, never mind. (Or for Nirvana fans, Nevermind.)
WONDERFUL news on Mrs. Magill!
Oh, I love those, too! I hosted a tea for my daughter’s bridal shower. (She was 20 and not old enough to drink.) We had many fancy tea nibbles, but the cucumber sandwiches were my favorites. I’d always read about them, so I had that wonderful feeling of setting one foot in The Importance of Being Earnest, even though these were made with cream cheese, and the Brits, as I understand it, use butter and lemon. I don’t know what they’re thinking. (That’s tongue in cheek, nut and BooFae, and from a gauche American upstart.)
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
YAY!!!
Peel, slice, marinate with salt and lime juice.
Morning, mumpers!
Happy Dopeiversary, nettie, glad you stuck around!
Yay for such good news, Magic, so pleased to hear that Mrs Magill is doing so well.
nellie can’t speak for Nut but I make my cucumber sandwiches with organic butter and cucumber, with a sprinkling of pepper. Cream cheese would be a good idea too. However, my tea sandwich of choice would be smoked salmon and cucumber instead.
I am in the campus office today, so far I’ve seen the post lady but nobody else, and there’s nobody else due to be in today either. Suits me fine, I get to sit in my corner and do whatever I please. Today it’ll be job applications then…
Mooooooom, I’m thinking that the rabbit was an appetizer for the chupacabra. 
Yay for Mrs Magill!
flyboy, you could make colomorbus (sliced cucumbers and onions, vinegar, a little sugar and water. Marinate for a couple+ of hours).
Up, caffeinating, breakfasting and after KP, once the stores open, will pick up a few groceries and prep the remaining work week’s breakfasts and lunches. That and reading is all that’s on the agenda for the day.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
What a weird night!! We went back early and I was exhausted, but I still had to play a few rounds of stupid matching game on my tablet to wind my brain down. Some time after 3, I awoke to an annoying beeping somewhere out in the house. I got up to investigate and realized at that moment that it was pitch black, ergo, no power! The beeping was probably the UPS, tho I didn’t bother to venture out and check. Power came back on in about 20 minutes.
I fell back to sleep and had one of those all-over-the-place dreams involving FCD hosting a meeting, so I had to set up a tent where he was to hold it. There was something about a grouchy old guy who left his scooter behind, my MIL needing me to retrieve some ice that fell on and around her, a couple who met at the meeting who decided to play tonsil hockey while FCD was reading some novel aloud to the attendees. Oh, wait, that part was with everyone seated in a van because some other guy showed up and disassembled the tent.
No, I hadn’t been drinking. Was there something in the air at the zoo that affected my brain??? 
My cucumber salad is sliced cukes and sweet onions marinated in a dressing made from mayo, vinegar, salt, and pepper. It really needs to sit overnight. I intend to make some today as I harvested some cukes after I got home yesterday. My other plans for today involve some house cleaning. It’s too hot to venture out (already in the mid-70s) and there’s Taz and Ziva hair everywhere. So dusting, vacuuming, kitchen floor, and maybe the bathrooms if I have enough energy left.
I’m surprisingly achy after yesterday. I suspect I was dehydrated. So today, I’ll be nice to myself - no excess heat. I hope.
Happy Tuesday!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN I was a slugabed until seven this mornin’. Imagine! 
'Tis 74 Amurrkin out and N.O.S. with a predicted high of 92 and mostly cloudy for the afternon with maybe rain. Or not. Today is laundry day. HUZZAH! I shall also go over to the church house to check for drips since I did not yestiddy. Since I will be that way, I shall also make a Sam’s run as 'tis time to buy tp (only 48 rolls at da cave!) paper towels and a few other items. I may even “impulse buy” an apple pie. Sup shall be grilled poke chops, wild rice, peas 'n carrots, and rolls.
Wizard great news re the Mrs.!
red glad you and Nelson had a good time and made it home safe and sound,
MetalMouse since there ain’t no way anyone is goin’ to get my first name right I usually say my name is Fred. That comes from when someone asks me how to pronounce my first name. I always say it’s pronounced “Fred.” It amuses me.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, since I am to go about the public, alas, alack, and bother, I suppose I shall purtify and don appropriate attire. It’s just so hard to be me!
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
So it’s not pronounced Throatwarbler Mangrove? I’m so embarrased that I called you that on our date!! 
Way back in 1974 when I was in my first non-training duty station, I was working on an aircraft that had an odd problem. I suggested to the team leader that we swap out a particular component, and it worked! So when we went back from the flightline to the shop, he was talking to our boss to tell him how I’d figured out what was wrong. For some reason (which I later learned was his fondness for whacky tobaccy) he forgot my name, and instead said “… and Fred here suggested we try…” From that moment till I transferred, I was Fred. I knew you and I connected on a deeper-that-usual level. 
I forgot to share one little story about our zoo adventure. When we stopped at the elephant exhibit, my daughter pointed out that one of the critters was male. His male appendage was quite literally dragging on the ground. And, in the stereotypical classy male fashion, he was peeing as he walked with said appendage dragging in the dirt. 
Plus, as he walked, he gradually retracted his appendage, continuing to pee, both on the ground and on his back feet. By the time his bladder was apparently empty, his appendage was reabsorbed but for a small bulge on his belly.
Daughter and I were amused, as were several pre-teen boys. Roxy was busy watching the other elephant.
OK, time to run an errand, then commence to cleaning. Adulting sucks!
Good morning everyone.
What great news about Mrs. Magill!
I am going to drive up to the mountains tomorrow. I need to get out of the house with a destination other than an errand in the plans.
I had a pretty restless night and didn’t really sleep much at all. I would love to just get a good, deep, long sleep and wake up refreshed.
For now, it’s coffee time and then some tidying up. Plus, I have to restock the suet feeder. It’s got nothing but a tiny little scrap of suet left in it. The other feeders have plenty of bird seed left, so I can let them go a little longer.
Wizard, let me add to the huzzahs! for Ms. Magill. May she always be in remission.
Taters, have a good drive. I think a lot of us are restless after over a year of plague.
FCM, swampy, and the place I ordered from was called Freddy’s…hmmm
Don’t think I’ve ever had a cucumber sammich…just slices in my salad.
IIRC, It’s more that Seanette doesn’t care for the “nettie” name, I think most of us have figured out the difference, but nobody has come up with a good replacement Mumper name for her…or I could be totally wrong.
Need to get dressed here in a bit and take all my notes to the Library and try to divide 97 boys into 14 teams that are perfectly even (HA!). Hope to finish it today, need to take coach and parent requests into consideration and I have quite a few of those. Plus we don’t know when or where they are going to practice (I put in the requests, but the folks doing that haven’t put the info out yet). One the bright side, it’s 81F and only a 1-in-7 chance of rain, and the dishwasher is working away, so all is well.
Have a good 2sday all.
Spent Monday evening in flight or fight mode with several hours of scary weather, as in tornadoes touching down a few miles away. I don’t have a basement, so sat in the downstairs powder room with my cell phone and the tv turned up so I could hear. Sirens went off 3 times. Ursala Kitteh refused to stay in the bathroom. Next time she’s getting shoved in the carrier so she will stay with me. I have what feels like a hangover and will work from home today. The heat index is predicted to be 105. Days like this send my anxiety into full tilt boogie.
Lessee - vacuumed, made a cuke salad, cooked a ring of polish sausage, emptied then refilled the dishwasher, watered my veggies, took care of correspondence, ordered some stuff for FCD. I think it’s time for lunch.
The shoe rack that was supposed to be delivered yesterday is now coming today, if FedEx us to be trusted, which is questionable. But when it arrives, I get to assemble it. I should also take the vacuum out to the shop and use compressed air to blow out the crud. And the microwave needs to be cleaned - the BBQ exploded the other night. But for now, lunch.
Read little, retained nothing. Sorry, y’all.
Have left Teh Googlez on “relaxing music” for days, hoping to bypass the constant ads. Now I just get yelled at to purchase YouTube Premium, at random, usually around 3 a.m.
Life isn’t awesome-sauce in shoe world. But - I try to remind myself - it’s better than some, and better than I’ve been, long ago.
They were bouncing me around, putting all sorts of (metaphysical) fires. Also MVI veterinary pharmaceuticals should transmit its shipping data, so I don’t have to do data entry on the boxes that go to every #$@ vet in the Triangle. Also I got mistakenly called up to the training room for training.But since I got paid to sit in an air conditioned room, I’ll take it.
FCM, swampy, Fred is the name of my house spider. He’s none too bright.
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If I may share something from long ago when I was going thru a tough time… bearing in mind that this was offered by a fellow engineer.
Life is an ongoing series of highs and lows, good times and not-so-good, great, and horrible. If you graded each day and kept a graph of the daily grades, you’ll find they vary about an average, for want of a better term. Would you sacrifice the highs and lows just to live on the average, or are the bad times tolerable because there have been/will be good times?
Yeah, I know, it’s kinda cheezy and simplistic. But would you trade variety, such as it is, for tedium? For what it’s worth…
Soup has been ingested. I think I’ll leave dusting for tomorrow - don’t wanna upset The Force with too much productivity. Plus I’m tired and I’d like to sit and read. I’ll steam the microwave, then wipe it out. That should earn me a couple of hours in my recliner with my book. Onward!!
I’m so glad to hear about Mrs. Magill! And Nettie, Happy Doperversary!
shoe, I’m sorry to hear you’re not in a happy spot. Hang tight.
I’m nervous. Very nervous. My mom called me this morning, coughing and gooey. “Overly,” she said, “I’ve got a really, really bad cold.” She’s called her transplant coordinator for next steps, but I’m fairly sure next steps will involve a swab up the nose, and if they don’t, they should.
So of course, I’m sitting here like an idiot, running through not-quite-worst-case scenarios: is it COVID? If she needs to go to the hospital, what can I delegate so I can be with her? Will they even let me? I’m also wracking my brain to see who I came into contact with, when, how long, were they coughing? Sneezing? Stuffy? What about the kids - who have they seen, and were they wearing a mask? Where did mom go? Was she wearing a mask? And on and on.
Also, a friend from college recently shared that she has cancer. I want the world to stop spinning just for a bit so I can get off.
This morning, I had my first lesson in being a kid short. We had left over Costco blueberry muffins that had to be consumed. Normally, I’d be all over that like green on peas, but today is a fast day. We haven’t had leftover muffins in five years.
shoe We’re here for you. I’m kinda in the same spot, feeling down. Let’s get through it .
Some dumbass in my golf league came to play even though his wife was in quarantine with a positive test. So yay. Fortunately I wasn’t in his foursome, but still, dumbass.
In other shite news, I work with an event coordinator sometimes. He does stuff like college fundraising events. I build the things on stage, podiums and decorations and crap like that. There was an event coming up that would have been a nice little addition to the bank account. Canceled-Covid.
Afternoon all
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Covid safe, I promise.
I’m feeling unnecessarily tired the last week or so- not sure why, just a bit bleh. I want to take a few days off to do nothing, but there’s all these things that need doing. Some of them are nice things, but… too many.
The biggest thing is going to check out a flat at the weekend.
It’s very annoying- there seems to be a cultural difference between here and there, even though it’s only about 100 miles- here, basically all places come with an oven and a fridge. I can’t remember the last ad I saw in this area that didn’t have both of them. Where I’m going, only some have an oven, and almost none have a fridge, meaning I’ll probably have to buy at least a fridge, but I’ll only be there a year in all probability, and then what? Have two fridges? Try to sell as I move out and have no fridge? I can’t move house with no milk for tea.
At least the prices are an awful lot lower’n here- we have people bidding on rent in Bristol. Like, offering £100 a month over the ad price, because there are so many applicants. It’s crazy.