Thank you for the information. It gets really difficult to remember what day it is these days, especially now that really the only way to tell the difference is whether the housemate leaves in mid-afternoon to go to work.
dots, I’d be inclined to go for a combination of option four and either two or three, but that’s just me. Angel was used to being the only cat around when we acquired her, but she learned to put up with the others with only a few minor spats.
Mooom, love your critter pictures – especially the fifth one.
shoe, Boo, in the last five weeks or so we’ve had scrambled eggs and hash for supper twice, and blueberry pancakes also twice.
One thing I learned in the Navy is that anything that’s good for one meal is good for any meal. When I was on the boat* the cooks worked a 24-hour day, serving a meal – breakfast, lunch, supper, and midrats – every six hours. Most of the crew were on an 18-hour schedule (six hours on watch, twelve off) so over the course of three days we ate each of those meals twice – once when getting out of bed to go on watch, and once after getting off watch.
dicey, those are called sugar skulls Sugar Skull
and they are associated with the day of the dead celebrations in Mexico and other Latin American communities. Day of the Dead
Were they purchased on a trip to Mexico?
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and chilling. Other than the usual Sunday chores, I’ll just be messing around in the studio today.
You know it’s a scientific fact that adorableness comes directly from the maternal grandmother!
John Deere and I just kicked some grassy butt! I’ll finish up with the push mowing in the morning because it’s getting hot now and I don’t want to deal with it. Just finished some leftovers for lunch.
I’ve got chicken wings, legs, and strips thawing for supper. The wings and legs will go in the air fryer. The strips will probably go in the toaster oven. Not sure what sides - maybe tots and broccoli? I’ve got time to figure it out.
No more wooden ships and iron men? Worst shift I had was the first 6 months I was in the Pentagon, assigned to the Comm Center. All the other services worked 8-hour days, but ours ran 0700-1900 or 1900-0700, with an overlap, of course. The schedule was 2 mids - 24 off - 2 days - 96 off. On top of that, I had a 45-60 minute commute each way. Honestly, there were times I had no idea how I got home. My internal clock was totally borked.
Luckily, I bitched to the right person and was reassigned to a normal shift in a different office for the next 2 years. Plus I changed my designator from Comm Officer to Aviation Maintenance Duty Officer. We’ll not go into how horrible I was as an officer. I did much better when I was an AT2.
I spent a couple weeks TAD to the SubPac comm centre. They had four watch sections working 8-hour shifts in a 2-2-2-and-80 – two day shifts, two mids, two evenings, and then 80 hours off. The 80 hours were great, but the 8-hour switchbacks when changing from one shift to another were murder…
Spousal unit said he’d done 2-2-2-and 80 - that seems worse than the stupid shifts I worked. Straight mids weren’t bad, tho. I was single and lots younger, so I adapted.
Got 15 quarts of tomatoes canned yesterday, which took nearly the entire day, as each batch has an hour-and-a-half cook time. Also canned one lonely quart of refrigerator dill pickle slices. So glad we had some leftover eggplant parm. Barely made it through the Blazers’ game before stumbling off to bed.
Today we have to prep in the basement for the contractor arrival tomorrow. He’s going to peel off old tile in the bathroom and install new, so we need to put up a sheet of visqueen to try to keep the dust (and possible germs) out of our ventilation. The wife also wants to wash the walls prior to them being painted by the same guy.
The good news is carne asada for dinner. Off to make the marinade!
The bad news: another one of those cheap goddamn slides for a kitchen shelf collapsed yesterday. The plastic brackets fail from fatigue. Over the last eleven years I’ve replaced probably ten of them with metal slides/brackets, and they’re a royal PITA to do. As the arthritis in my back gets worse, it gets harder and harder to be down on hands and knees doing this sort of thing. Le sigh.
I had pleasant Sunday plans today: wash bed linens, water plants, give myself a manicure, etc., but I woke up with a bad backache, so I don’t know what I’ll do. Ice it, I guess. I can’t figure out what in heck caused it. No position is comfortable, including lying down, so I have to figure out something.
I got a text around 1 a.m. and roused enough to think, “What the heck?” Then I remembered my daughter said she’d text me to let me know they got home safely from their long camping trip. Our deal is she texts me no matter how late so I don’t worry. And today I get to talk with both her AND my son! Haven’t been able to see either kid since Christmas. I miss them. Stupid COVID.
Mooooom, I figured Roxie was cute, but she’s adorable! How you keep from spoiling her I’ll never know. And the pups are pretty sweet.
Dot, much as I love kitties, I love dogs even more, so I’d opt for that if you’re OK with all the walking, etc. that goes along with dog ownership. In a way it’d be nice because dogs walk you, too, so endorphin-palooza. I think you’re wise to wait until you feel up to it before deciding. It’s something nice to think about, though.
swampy, hope you two don’t get too battered by those heavy rains forecast for tomorrow. Maybe you’d better get your cement pond time in today.
Does anyone else dream about pets they’ve loved and lost? I sometimes dream my childhood dog and my two beloved dogs that died of very old age come back to me. It’s a very happy dream, even though they’re sometimes accompanied by a lot of other dogs I don’t know but who need loving care.
It’s simple - under that poof of hair are a couple of devil horns! Terrible Twos, yanno. I can be indulgent, but there’s a limit to how much I’ll put up with, and she’s reached that limit several times. I’m the one who designated the Time-Out chair, and it seems to work well.
Speaking of whom - sounds like she’s up from her nap…
I just had to make two trips to Wally World, one to buy a keyboard because I spilled coffee on mine this morning, and then to return the keyboard because there was no USB in it. As I was in the checkout line buying the replacement, the lady at the returns counter came up and let me know they found the USB dongle–it was in the box, not in the battery compartment where every other dongle for every other wireless keyboard I’ve ever bought lives.
But now I have a new keyboard and all is well. I had things planned for today but I’m fighting off a depressive episode so I’m going to consider this my adulting for the day.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated (I survived ush duty for two services again, yay me), had N.O.L., and then nappage occurred for me as I was awake at stoopid o’clock this mornin’. ‘Tis all cloudy out but still no rain. The temp is relatively mild (85 Amurrikin) but it’s soooooo hyooooooomid! Glad to be inside in the a/c. Other than haulin’ the biiiiiiiiiiiiiig trash can all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow I shall remain indoors.
{{{Cat}}} know those depressive episodes all too well. Take care of yourself and do whatever you feel like doin’. Everything else will be there when you’re ready to deal.
It has been a lovely weekend. We spent some quality time together and got all of our usual weekend errands ran. One I retire (25 days and counting) we can adjust that schedule.
Our daughters are not coming for dinner tonight. I picked up a couple of prime dry aged filets for dinner along with a green salad and some seasoned oven fries.
Early to bed. I have to be to a client site an hour away at 0500.
No machines in the lobby. It’s one of the weird things here in Switzerland. There used to be machines, but they’ve been gone for years. It’s possible to send a text to the post office and get a code which is valid for postage, but I prefer stamps. And I’m not sure it’s valid for international mail.
If I buy stamps at the post office, I get only one choice. They don’t carry all the different patterns, especially for the stamps I want (2.00 CHF for priority letters to the U.S.), which are not as common.
Nope. This is a local specialty known as catacomb saints, mostly in Austria, Switzerland and Germany.
Wrote 2 more postcards and still have 2 more to go. They seem to be multiplying. But that’s the end of my 2 CHF stamps. Considering all the chaos in the USPS, I should probably mail my next tax check as soon as possible. I’d rather not get penalized for late payment because someone’s trying to mess with the mail.
I have to keep all the animals straight? I’m in trouble now. How about I just keep admiring them from afar and y’all keep posting pictures? I’m looking forward to pics too.
Hey, we’re gonna do that today too. Great minds…gorgeous flowers and Japanese koi in a lily pond. McDs will be involved since a 12yo 7th grader is being drug along with us, to get her away from the computer games long enough to get some sunlight. She’s a joy when we get her out of her room. Good thing teenagers haven’t changed in 50 years.
Yes, indeed and everybody shares pictures and stories. The tales of Roxy are such fun. My grand baby girl has the same devilish look in her eye. I know where she gets it too and it ain’t her maternal grandfather.
Boat? I thought in the Navy they took your coffee and cigarettes away if you called it a boat instead of a ship? Keelhauled you or something.
I hope you don’t either. My oldest boy is in San Antonio and may get Marco Rain dumped on him. His sweet dog hates storms so I worry for her.
When I do something like that I blame it on the cats.
I’m so lucky, my SIL thinks so too. Goodness, I like that boy! He’d say spunkiness instead of adorable, but yah know that’s adorable too.
My sister in Iowa finally got her power back (out for 10 days) after that calamitous derecho, so now I can stop worrying about her. She says she’s never going camping again after living out of an ice chest and cooking in the back yard on her grill under duress for so long. She’s still looking for her porch that was torn off.
Time for me to make another and return to doing not much. Spaghetti will happen for supper, sides to be determined, fresh bakery garlic bread will be involved.
The only time a submarine is called a “ship”, other than in official paperwork, is in relation to something like a ship’s picnic. Otherwise, they’re boats. In fact, the official title of the senior enlisted man person on board is “Chief of the Boat”; (s)he’s the “Command Master Chief” at other Navy commands.
Breakfast was my usual chimichanga, NOL was turkey and Gouda on rye. Took some chicken out of the freezer yesterday for tonight’s supper, but haven’t decided yet what we’re going to do with it.
The Seabees called them LGBs (large gray boats), and the people on them “boat people”. Proud to say that in 23 years I never set foot on one of the damn things.
BBBoo - McD’s was part of Roxy’s adventures today, too. And when she woke from her way-too-short nap, she had her McApples! Plus she used the toilet, so she got her chocolate egg reward. Happiness in FairyChatLand!
Daughter and SIL have bought Roxy’s bedroom set and a dining table and chairs. So they had a productive trek to Waldork. FCD is napping and shortly, I’ll start the chickie legs in the air fryer. And I think I’ll have to do instant smashed because I can’t air-fry chickie and tots - the fryer is too small.
It gets really difficult to remember what day it is these days, especially now that really the only way to tell the difference is whether the housemate leaves in mid-afternoon to go to work.
Worst shift I had was the first 6 months I was in the Pentagon, assigned to the Comm Center. All the other services worked 8-hour days, but ours ran 0700-1900 or 1900-0700, with an overlap, of course. The schedule was 2 mids - 24 off - 2 days - 96 off. On top of that, I had a 45-60 minute commute each way. Honestly, there were times I had no idea how I got home. My internal clock was totally borked.
Haven’t been able to see either kid since Christmas. I miss them. Stupid COVID.
I can be indulgent, but there’s a limit to how much I’ll put up with, and she’s reached that limit several times. I’m the one who designated the Time-Out chair, and it seems to work well.
and return to doing not much. Spaghetti will happen for supper, sides to be determined, fresh bakery garlic bread will be involved.