Mornin’ all - Noon really here now. And alternating between bright sunny, raining, and drizzling. Drizzling just now.
My clever attempt to get the early dermo appointment sorta worked and sorta didn’t. The first appointment is 0730, and mine was at 0830. So close to first. They sent out a text just before I got there that they had 2 of 4 nurses out for personal reasons so the day would be running late. That basically halves the throughput of the clinic. A clinic that normally runs on the tick most of the time.
I did get seen at 0900 and was out at 0930. So late, but not gross. The workers were still chipper enough, but you could tell they were resigned to bailing the ocean with a teaspoon all day.
Then I went outside into the bright sunshine and freshly wetted parking lot. To find that the moron who’d parked next to me had crunched my car and driven off. The evidence suggests that as the person on my right had been backing out of the space they’d cranked their steering right to swing their rear to the right which brought their left front corner into proximity with my right rear corner. But instead of missing, they collided and scraped the shit out of my rear quarter panel & bumper.
It was handy I happened to go around the backside of my car to use the trunk and thereby notice the fresh evidence. Had I just walked up from the front and driven off I’d have been mystified later whenever I would’ve eventually noticed the damage. I know it happened right there by the little pile of destroyed plastic off my car laying right beneath the scene of the crime.
Bastard. The hassle of this far outweighs the cost. And no, there aren’t surveillance cameras. The adjacent space was empty when I parked and when I came out was occupied by an undamaged car of a different color than the paint scraped onto mine.
Other than that I got 2 shiny new biopsies, a thumbs up about the healing status of my recent surgery, and a fresh spraying of the unusually persistent plantar wart. We’re both pretty sure this’ll by the final kill shot for that damned thing.
I’d like to take the car to the body shop for at least an evaluation, but that’s a PITA while it’s raining. Good news is there’s no functional damage and as infuriated as I am, the cosmetic consequences aren’t that bad. It’ll be an expensive fix, but meanwhile it doesn’t look too redneck / hoosier / POWM to the casual observer.
At least my breakfast before the doc was nice and just the way everyone hopes their breakfast will be: yummy, blood-free, and crash-free. Unlike my doc visit.
FCM: Congrats for good and clean teeth. Good luck getting FCD to the vet today. Do I sense avoidance or do I just have an unhealthily suspicious mind?
Taters: Ouch for the cold / flu / whatever. Get well soon! Double ouch for the pay/retirement admin mess!! Here’s hoping that slides into place soon for you.
Cookie: I’m sorry about your apple cancellation, but more for what it suggests about your wife’s health and vigor. There’s been a worrisome amount of cancelling [whatever] lately. Manly {{hugs}} 
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JtC: For me the highlights of the horseradish festival are the
- Root toss (like ring toss with foot-long hunks of horseradish), and
- Root golf (chipping & putting ~100 feet with a hunk of root about the size of a billiard ball that tends to break apart with each stroke so you play an ever smaller hunk. If it falls apart all the way to an unhittable chiplet before you hole the putt, you’re disqualified. Lotta strategy in how hard to hit it, and whether to play the biggest surviving piece or the one closest to the pin.
- Crowning of the Horseradish Queen from the local high school.
- The giant ketchup bottle.
The lowlights IMO are
- Horseradish wine
- Horseradish ice cream
I think those abominations need no elaboration.
flyboy: IT may be slow on the uptake, but they seem to get you going again pretty reliably. Between your sis and your SIL, it’s a darn good thing you two are around to rescue their bacon out of the fire. Also a good thing you two get along well enough to keep performing these miracles for your sibs wo fussing from your spouses.
All:
Tabasco is yet another abomination. It’s what 1940s & 1950s terminally whitebread Caucasian people thought of as hot sauce. An inedible combination of strong vinegar, bad secondary flavors, and little heat. Ugh.
Procrasinaty spouses who promise to do [whatever] but won’t are the pits. Double demerits if they get pissy when you do it. I didn’t do much of the former and never got pissy about her doing it, nor have I suffered much of that from wives. But as a routine habit, boy would that piss me right off.
I admire all you ladies’ fortitude in not strangling the old coot while he’s snoring.
Then there was the other one. The original address label read:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY redDAD!!!
