Both my furry lunatics have demanded to go outside (at different times) when it’s over 110 out there. Neither stayed out very long before reappearing at the door wanting to come back in.
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I need to get a flu shot. Also the new COVID booster. I want to space them out a bit, as the last COVID booster gave me flu-like symptoms.
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Same here.
Well, most Rite-Aids were built pre-HIPAA, and never updated, so they just stab you right out in the open.
As long as you wear the right, holey underoos.
Thank you for that very clear explanation. I’m glad you survived the experience and are here to tell us about it. So many women are diagnosed too late 
While I think that swampy had the right idea about “Convenient jabbing and mooning only available at Walmart” to get more folks vaccinated, I do understand where you are coming from.
I am not comparing you to an animal in any manner…but I have given many cats many, many shots. I’m pretty good at it and rarely get strong reaction. If I was asked to jab a dog, I would really have to think about what I was doing and how to do it.
Ours have visited their catio a couple of times but haven’t stayed out long.
I can tell when the temp drops under a hundred because the birds start flittering around the feeders. I guess they are smart enough to sleep off the heat of the day.
Hubs is setting up his fancy pants beer cooker so he can make a batch tomorrow morning. This involves gallons of water that GG is NOT allowed to play in.
The drama and raised voices from both of them always cracks me up cause Hubs can’t put GG behind a closed door for an hour or so, it wouldn’t be fair. Or something. Sometimes I think he’s the one who has spent the last 50 years smoking weed.
Happy Toosday!
Was a very wet rainy morning, so not many at the park. Four people and five dogs.
We didn’t stay long, and I felt kind of bad because a new person texted me she was on the way about 15 minutes after all of us left. She is really nice and her dog is nice. She was a little shy at first, so I want to be extra welcoming to her.
No Barky and Humpy because of the rain, but they and the new dog play really well together.
Too many weird dreams lately. I go to parties and all my dead relatives are there. I look at them and think, what are you doing here, you’re dead. They know they are dead, but they come to the party anyway.
Not as weird as the ones where I knock on their tombstones, and the graves open up so I can walk down the stairs and have tea with them. Always tea, always very formal. Sometimes they invite the neighbors.
Rather boring day, I didn’t get much done.
Cat shots vs. dog shots may be a good comparison. My oncologist called me “the poster child for contralateral MRI” because the visible not-so-terrible DCIS on one side caused me to have an MRI of both, revealing the worser but invisible-to-mammogram tumor on the other.
Me, too. It charmed me to my toes, and I am very envious, @Chefguy! I think another doxxie is in my future soon.
FCM, I hope your inlaws miraculously see reason during their visit so that you and FCD can at least cease with all the long distance travel to care for them. Why are family members so resistant to doing the right thing as they age? I wish I knew how to help.
Re Higgs and the inadvertent feedings, it reminded me of a very old memory: When I was about 6 years old, I had stopped at the neighborhood quickie-mart and made a rare, secretive purchase of a Big Hunk candy bar. I continued my walk home from school, happily munching away. What a treat!
Shortly after, I ran into one of the neighborhood dogs, a huge, wonderful Basset Hound named Ziggy. Ziggy loved skipping along with the children as they made their way home. I was tickled when Ziggy began skipping along with me, swinging my arms as children do. I was skipping, Ziggy was skipping, and… suddenly my Big Hunk candy bar was gone. It was all over before my little brain could even register what had happened.
Never ate another candy bar around Ziggy again.
swampie, I aspire to live as you do! You could write a book on How To Retire Successfully, but I suppose that would be… too much work. 
butters, I am another who is envious of your perch to see the Falcon launch!
solost, I hope you enjoyed your birthday!
missred, hope the allergies are better under control. They can be so miserable.
metalmouse, you are a powerhouse to be able to coach in that heat and humidity. I’d be under the nearest rock, staying cool with the slugs.
JtC, your needlework is beautiful. You’re too hard on yourself. And keep those GG stories coming! I hope VBC is ok. Look forward to hearing a positive update after Thursday.
shoe, you sound like you’re doing better and that’s very cool to hear. Love your work and Monkey adventures descriptions.
nellie, I hope the lens battle is resolved soon. You’ve been so patient. I admire your stick-tuitiveness in resolving the issue.
wordy, you’re smart to keep your daughter home with even the potential of COVID. I hope she feels better soon, irrespective of what she has.
susan, I hope the jab goes well. And I hope the hammock time worked out as you wanted.
doggio, sorry the computer upgrade was a bust. And I hope you don’t suffer too much with the new vaccinations. Flu shots don’t bother me, but I suffer bad from the COVID jabs, so I empathize.
For those who are battling heat-related challenges, I hope the heat wave passes soon. Not being able to get out of the heat is miserable, and you can only take off so many clothes before the UPS delivery man screams.
We’re doing a little better here in the PNW temperature-wise, but fire is an ever-present concern at this time of year. It’s the only time I grit my teeth over living in a forest. If I fire blasts through my area, I am (literally) toast.
You are all so industrious, talented and good. Hard workers, thoughtful, kind people with so many personal gifts! I love reading about your capers. 
To all:
I’m all trussed up for an overnight sleep study at a local hospital. I would scare Frankenstein. I wore my new chic nightgown, instead of the baggy, ratty nightgown that I usually wear.
But I do have a full-sided sleep number bed to play with and 3 pillows. They aren’t too bad for hospital pillows. I think it will be ok. It takes at least an hour to put on all the electrodes, sensors and wire. They are from head to toe. I feel a little like a muzzled dog there is so much around my mouth and nose.
I hope everybody gets a good night’s sleep and especially I’m hoping for some cooling breezes for our western Mumpers.
What a relief to be past that damn “death-iversary” and all the reminders that come with it. I feel better today - was even bopping around to music at work, instead of quietly crying into my sleeves - and though I didn’t accomplish much of jack $h!t lately, I did a favor for a friend a cpl days ago, which helped my mood.
I like being helpful.
Okay, so he was out of weed, broke, & texted me, desperate. He’s helped me out when I was in similar dire straits; what’m I gonna do, say “no” to a fellow pothead? Dropped off a lil’ bit, enough for him to roll himself one; got my good karma with the universe, and went home, if not happy, then at least briefly content-ish.
Oh, and I got paid today, yet again - they keep throwing money at me, in exchange for just showing up and doing what’s asked.
Plus, one of the other closers tonight decided we’d be outta there five minutes after close. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, MOFO.
Well, it was ten after, when we completed our duties … but still! That’s a fast friggin’ close.
Now that I’ve decompressed a bit, lemme quit whining about m’damn self, and - if this fool cat will quit using my abdomen as a launch pad - be a bit sociable.
Dammit, started off with a swing’n’a miss. My bin is still at the curb. That makes me a bad neighbor.
Meh, I’ll get to it tomorrow.
(If you saw my 'hood, you’d understand the rather blase attitude.)
Perhaps less drama will ensue?
Hounds = Vacuum cleaners. (The story gave me a chuckle.)
Sleep … tight? I mean, if they’ve already trussed you up …
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
Flu’s not bad. COVID wasn’t as bad as some hangover’s I’ve had, but still not fun to drag myself through work with.
At ten after five there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter…
They’re heeeeeere!!
I can’t believe they made it. FCD is a raggedy mess. His folks are in bed, and he’s showered and decompressing in front of the TV. Higgs is happy to have her daddy home. Taz horked on the living room rug overnight. Yep, another day in my paradise! 
I’ve got a couple of hours till SIL brings Tobias, so after I finish this surf, I’ll try to get the cuke salad built. It really needs to marinate overnight, but if it has most of the day, it’ll be good enough. I’ve got a container of chopped up chicken that needs grapes, pecans, and dressing - the biggest part of making that will be cutting up the grapes. And the dishwasher needs to be emptied. So fun ahead.
Thus beginneth my day. Happy Wednesday!
OMG - such a deal! You can rent these “luxurious” chars (their description)! One may find the most interesting things on FB’s marketplace…
Words fail me…
Good morning everyone. Working thru caffeine requirements, it’s 73F outside and supposed to be 93 later.
This morning when I opened the back door to release the hound, we startled a group of somethings on the back deck. No idea what they were, but there was a massive scrambling off the deck, across the yard, and into the bushes at the far edge. Definitely plural, and sounded like a herd of gazelles racing across the boards. The motion lights weren’t triggered, so they were Chihuahua sized at the high end. Way too loud footfalls and stomping to be mice (I’ve encountered them before), so I have a mystery on my hands. Squirrels? Unlikely at night. Possums? Maybe. A herd of really large crabs? That’s what it sounded like. The mystery remains.
My family always pronounced it as “batch”, (Bach(elor)ing). I’m now in day 4 without talking to a soul (beyond a few phone calls inquiring as to my health). And it’s grand!
For some reason, I thought it was Thursday. In some ways, retirement is truly glorious. In others… well you know.
I’m also dealing with an aging parent who is refusing to relinquish any control, and all the issues (and travel) that entails. Preferring to rigidly cling to all autonomy to the bitter end, than cede some control to ease the inevitable results of aging. I’m preparing myself for this to end suddenly and drastically, and will be scrambling to find accounts, bills, meds, etc. I’ve resigned myself to this I guess. Not much I can do. But you have my sympathy here.
Sorry for the Debbie downer words. Hope everyone has a great rest-of-the-week, whatever day this is. 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 73 Amurrkin out and mostly cloudy with a predicted high of 91 and partly N.O.S. for the day. This is provision procurement day, which shall be taken care of by OYKW. I shall accomplish mowage. However, he is also makin’ sup, so I get to loll about while he makes shrimpies ‘n grits and steamed spare guts. The usual sloth, day drinkin’ and general overall uselessness shall also ensue.
Bright Tree a written guide would be too much work. Perhaps a podcast or some tiktoks (I’ve never tiktoked, so probably not cause that would mean learnin how first) on general sloth and uselessness would be inspirational.
MOOOOOOM glad the travelers made it safe and sound.
Yanker possums would be my guess. Sorry for the dealin’ with an agin’ 'rent woes. I am glad my folks were not that stubborn about stuff.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, mowage must commence! Rah.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
Thankfully, this is one area where we’re good with them. Now, if we can just get them to relocate…
I know this is terribly sexist of me, and stupid, but I still can’t wrap my head around men doing actual cooking beyond throwing dead cow on a grill. I know, I know… Heck, even my bro is a good cook and has often hosted us for meals. It’s something stuck in my 50s-era brain - Mom cooks, Dad comes home from the office and eats. Or maybe it’s envy because I’m married to a total non-cook, tho he can throw together a good omelet.
I would soooooo subscribe to such a podcast!!
While the rest of the household sleeps and Tobias has not yet been delivered, I emptied the dishwasher, made a huge cuke-onion salad, cleaned up after salad-making, and I’m having a peach.OMG - have I mentioned how amazing our local peaches are this year?!?!? < drool>
I expect a text from SIL any time now. I also need to buy some coffee - apparently the last time they visited, they finished off what I had. Since we don’t drink the stuff, I don’t pay attention to the supply. Anyway, maybe Tobias and I will take a ride to Food Lion. Or maybe I can run there while he’s napping (ha ha funny joke!)
Meanwhile, a few more minutes of quiet…
Mar-A-Lago garage sale.
Good morning everyone.
It’s currently 54 degrees and partly cloudy with an expected high of 78 and partly cloudy skies. Well, I guess it’s cloudy right now, it’s dark, so I don’t know.
Yesterday I had to travel to the office so I was down in Oly town by 5:00 am where I stopped to buy some yogurt, fruit, and treats for the office staff and then I headed to the office. I should have gone down there again today, but I’ll do it tomorrow. My stomach is a tad iffy, and I really don’t want to have to make bathroom runs at the office. I need to get my performance contributions written up before COB tomorrow. They have a new way to do it, and I’m not really super thrilled about it. It’s hard enough writing up the contributions, but now we have a specific format that apparently addresses each point in her performance plans. It’s done up like a form on a SharePoint site. I’m sure this may make it easier for the supervisors writing the reviews, but honestly, I wish they would stop with the stupid changes. And, honestly, I don’t even know why they’re doing it this way since my division is being busted up under a reorg and I will fall back under state director/state deputy supervision. Some things just don’t make sense, but as usual, I will comply and do my best. I will be driving to the office again tomorrow, so I get my office days in during this pay period.
I have not brought up other living arrangements with my mother in quite some time. The last time I did so, she lost her everlovin’ mind. She just recently had the plumbing redone in her house too. I am not sure my sister has talked to her about her living situation, but I am guessing she has not. My mother will be 85 this year and seems to have a host of issues, so something is going to have to change at some point.
FCM, those chairs are fugly!
On Friday, I have to go up to my daughter’s place and help my son with the grandkids. My daughter and son-in-law are leaving for Missouri tomorrow for a wedding and returning on Saturday. My daughter originally asked me to watch the kids, but I told her I couldn’t do it tomorrow since it’s year-end and I knew I would have a host of stuff to get done, but I promised I would come up and help my son out. It’s tough wrangling two under-fives, especially the grandson. He’s into everything and is 100% go-go-go-go.
Okay, on with the day. Sending hugs, yays and boos as appropriate.
Not gonna lie, I spent a fair bit of time staring at those chairs. Like a car wreck where you can’t look away.
What sort of unholy mind conceived of, and created, those … things?
Howdy all. Nothing new to report here except today is the first day I am recycling using my new bin. When I moved here there was no recycle bin and it took 5 months and a few phone calls to finally get one delivered. This is a huge rolly thing that took three weeks to fill up but it already has knocked my trash accumulation back. We get our excitement where we can.
Just waking up. Only plans for the day are the usual cleaning which is everyday. I may do some laundry and change the sheets.
Glad FCD and the parents made it safely. I would bet FCD is very happy to be home.