{{{{{ shoe’s knee }}}}}
That’s for sure. My parents have been gone for over 30 years, but in the last eight years I’ve lost both of my siblings, one of my children, and my only living 1st cousin. I sympathize with our longhaired friend.
FCD is at the hospital having another MRI done on his knee. One month to new knee! Hope this one goes better than the other one - he’s still in a lot of pain from that one and it’s been 3 months. That’s not right, but the new surgeon wouldn’t even hint that the other guy screwed up. Doctors… sheesh…
Howdy Y’all! I did the things (just over a month to go, let the count down begin!), and worked on my sloth skills. Since the weather was so nice, we opened up da cave windows again. Majik intartoobz pizza and sallit were ingested. Thus was the day in swampland.
MOOOOOOM it ain’t art unless you suffer for art’s sake.
Nuts it is the duty of the older siblin’(s) to terrorize the younger siblin’(s) Bein’ the middle kid I was both the terrorist and the terrorized.
Sunny hope Pixel is OK, poor baby!
I broke my left leg when I was six by jumpin’ off a high front porch. What? That’s what boys do! I have (so far) never hurt an eye. I shot a bb gun a lot as a child and never once put my eye out. Take that Ralphie from A Christmas Story!
I shot a BB gun at something metal and it did ricochet back and hit me, but not in the eye. Ralphie and I are blood brothers.
So the belt keeps cutting off, and they keep telling us to run the belt, and hold a literal ton of packages, so the bags will clear the sort aisle. Which is fine, except coworker notices the slides are emptying, and tells the blueberry to grab a bag, and fill the slide. He grabs the bag that is the cornerstone to the mass, which heaves forward, knocking me over,m and sending 2000+ plus bags cascading down on me.
[Kosh]* “The avalanche has started, it is too late for the pebbles to vote.”*[/Kosh]
Dinner tonight was perch fillets with thyme and parsley, brown and wild rice with mushrooms, and steamed cauliflower with Fox Point seasoning and butter.
Well, it ain’t me! 
Pics or it didn’t happen! 
I was shot in the back with a BB gun by one of the more degenerate kids in the nieghborhood. It poped out a year later.
{{{{Leaper}}}}
But many years ago, I got the quarterly parental letter, which contained: "We’ll be on our 2 week cruise by the time you reach this and out of contact. And your Mom was just diagnosed with breast cancer
How bad are the bruises? How do they compare to shoe’s?
Mom foolishly let me put jack o’lanterns on our roof one Halloween when I was 15 or 16. I set my long hair on fire and all the trick-or-treaters thought it was a wonderful Halloween act. I wasn’t hurt but I sure cried when I saw my new short haircut for the first time.
So our community is having their annual Christmas bazaar tomorrow. I reserved and paid for a table outside. The building is old and windowless. It has a door at each end of the building and those doors are usually open to allow a breeze through the big room. Smokers stand by the front door for the shade and their smoke fills the building. I stopped being willing to spend any time inside the building years before COVID, I’m certainly not going to spend a couple of hours inside it now.
Today I was told that it was too much bother to put a table outside just for me and that I would have to be inside. I politely requested a refund of my fifteen bucks without giving any reasons and they got mad at me for not supporting the community. 
We compromised. I will be outside at their picanic table, so I need to bring my own tablecloth because its dirty. I’ve got 4 banker boxes full of needlework stuff to sell, wish me luck!
My mom was from Italy, so…close? 
Her stoicism came from a combination of poverty, hard times, and determination. I didn’t realize until I was an adult that her optimism and compassion were also forms of strength.
Sunny, we’re all pulling for Pixel. I love him from afar. {{{Pixel}}} and {{{sunny}}}
shoe, that sounds like a sh-tshow. I hope you get to shake the dust of this day off your feet. Also, hope the knee feels better.
OK, the mental image of you hugging her knee made me laugh.
I have NOT gotten a lot done today. I called my sister and sang my version of the Birthday song: “Happy Birthday to you! You’re not a cetriolo!” (In Mom’s dialect, “Cetriolo” is pronounced “Chah-DRULE.” It means “cucumber.” It’s a term of affectionate derision, sort of. Why did I even start this paragraph? How do I get out of it? Then my daughter called. She wanted to talk to me as she opened her gifts. She LOVED the golden cannoli.
Best of luck, unknown! I hope your picnic table is in front of the building so people buy all your stuff first. Maybe add a big sign: COVID-free merch!
doggio, always remember, if you’re in an avalanche and disoriented, spit to tell which way is up.
taters, your youngest sister was the oldest kid at her house kind of like you, so it’s not surprising that you share some of the same attitudes.
{{{sunny and pixel}}}
Ouch on the knee shoe. I hope that it heals quickly.
I was a klutz as a kid. I hit the ER enough times that the hospital notified DCS to check the family out. I think that after some observation, they figured out that I couldn’t walk and chew gum at the same time (really, I actually tripped over a crack in the sidewalk while chewing gum and broke my wrist.). Once, right before I was a junior bridesmaid at my cousin’s wedding, I flew over the handlebars of my bike and did a three point landing (elbows and face) in a gravel truck lot. The wedding pics of me sucked.
The oil is changed, housework done and supper consumed. I was told that I didn’t need an update on Android Auto, but the USB cord that I was using was no longer transferring data. I bought a new one and it’s still not transferring data. Next, I’ll buy a new plug and if that doesn’t work, I’ll call the dealership again.
No bruises. Luckily y’all weren’t buying anvils for Cyber Monday. 
Now I’m laughing, too!
I treated myself to ceviche due to a gnawin’ and a cravin’ courtesy of the “dinner tonight” thread. So healthy!
Also delicious & took my mind off today’s stress.
It was at least good to feel knowledgeable, competent.
The sight of me trying to get up from hugging her knee would make you laugh even harder!
Evening all. Slothful afternoon but did finally get out of the house to pay bills/mail letter and then decided to eat at Wahlburgers (they’re pretty good). Also have done all the on-line Xmas shopping, now all it needs is to get here by the 21st. Now inside and waiting for the Southwest Chief (I follow Virtual Railfan on You Tube, because trains…) to arrive at LaPlata, Mo a couple hours late. Another day near 70F tomorrow, but rain is due and that’ll cool us down some.
{{{sunny and pixel}}}. I hope things improve.
doggio, glad you were able to dig yourself out of the avalanche.
shoe, maybe just a little too much information there…but glad you had a good night before a hard day at work. Hope the knee stops aching tomorrow.
unknown, good for you for sticking to your guns. Hope you do some good business.
nellie, my niece turned 30 this year…I still have trouble accepting that.
FCM, oh deer…hope the repair doesn’t set you back much.
Flyboy, I couldn’t find a tie in my house if I tried. Hated them with a passion.
OK, need to turn the heat down (so it cools down when I head for bed). All y’all take care.
Thanks for the good wishes, but I don’t think I’ll do very well. Folks out this way mostly aren’t into needlepoint. The cross stitch stuff might sell, but it’s small gauge and pretty finicky.
I have to figure out some way to get rid of this, though. Mom gave it to me and expects me to pack up her two rooms and storage locker full of kits and patterns and threads to bring home after she dies. I think she’s probably got stuff in the garage too, I’m not sure. She has wonderful stuff and just the boxes I have probably cost her around 5 grand, but I don’t have 100 years left either and our tastes are different.
I think I’m going to have to learn how to sell stuff on etsy or ebay, which sounds like not much fun.
Hopefully you won’t have bruises tomorrow too. I’ve never been buried in bags full of stuff, but I once had a file cabinet fall over on me and felt all hunky dory until I woke up the next morning.
That is always a great feeling, isn’t it?
I assumed that you would tell her to put her foot on the couch next to you so you could easily reach her knee to hug it.
My BFF is even more vertically challenged than I am and her son is about a foot taller. I once watched her get mad at her son and tell him to bring her a kitchen chair, which he did. She then used his arm to steady herself while she stood on the chair so she could smack him on the head. After she got down, she told him to put the chair back. Which he did. While I sat there laughing my butt off.
There was a tie in our home about 20 years ago. Hubs never wore them and I bought one to wear with an outfit. I think it ended up being a cat toy before it got pitched.
About $8 for the necessary hardware. Not sure how much cussin’ it will require. I’m guessing a fair bit. 
But that’s for tomorrow. Now it’s sleepy time. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 49 Amurrkin out and mostly cloudy (partly moony?) with a predicted high of 78 and mostly N.O.S. for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is to serve as Crucifer and possibly some form of lay reader/Lay Eucharistic Minister at a funeral this mornin’ at ten a.m. I foresee much sloth beyond that. Any need to feed will be via forage. We have plenty of sammich makin’s and so forth. I shall put a Boston < snerk > BUTT! < snerk > in the slow cooker in a bit for tomorrow when we return to First Sunday Brunch over to the church house. It shall be cooked, shredded, and sauced. We shall take buns as well so folks can have bbq sammiches if’n they wish. Thus shall Sattidy be at da cave.
doggio hope you are not to sore and beat up this mornin’.
MOOOOOOM have fun repairin’ the fence.
unknown may you sell much stuff today.
I have some ties, but rarely do I, or we, wear them. Even though I am funeralizin’ this mornin’ I shall not wear a tie, or a suit. I shall, however, be suitably attired in black cassock and white surplice. I shall even wear matchin’ black pants, black socks, and black shoes. I shall look sufficiently somber.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas, alack, and bother of bothers, I suppose I shall purtify and don appropriate attire for bein’ amongst the public. Woe!
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Weird dreamage overnight. For some reason, I’ll have dreams that take place in my “home” but the house is not one I’ve ever lived it. Or if it is, there are doors that were never in the house leading to rooms that never existed. I’m sure that means something in dream analysis, but to me it just means my sleeping brain is out of control!!!
On the plus side, I didn’t get up till about 6:30, and by then, FCD had tended to the critters - I can count that as a win! 
Apart from the gate repair, my only plan for today is a run to Food Lion. And maybe I’ll push the vacuum around. My motivation is pretty low today - chance of chillage is high.
Happy Saturday!!
Mooom I had weird dreams too. I woke up to the distinct memory of mustering out of the military with nothing but. and I quote, “a nice leather bomber jacket and a chain radio.” Now what a chain radio is, I couldn’t tell you, and I’ve never been in the military.
And good luck on the fence.
My plans for the day include heading to the bee embassy to get some honey and such for christmas prezzies. And then seeing if’n I can figure out why the truck heater only works on high. I think I know, but it involves contortions that I don wanna do.
Happy sattiday, all!
I wish you well on the sales front unknown.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. Not much in the way of excitement today. I’ll working on the paying gig in the studio for a bit, pick up a couple of items at CVS, toss the trash from the holiday trip from the car, order a couple of Xmas gifts and take Nelson to the dog park. Otherwise, sloth is the order of the day.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Morning all (is this Sattiday? My days are running together). A bit rainy out, nothing serious but it will provide the perfect excuse to stay inside today. Next Saturday starts indoor soccer so I’ll be out and volunteering for that.
unknown, your story about your friend made me grin. My mom was tall enough but was in the habit of saying when we needed a spankin’ (this was the 50’s) “stand still and let me hit you!” (not PC today, but like I said, 1950’s).
OK, pills are taken so need to wait a bit before breaking my fast. All y’all take care.