Poor **rosie **- I hope your luck changes soon. I had a really bad apartment hunt only once, when I was in college. Stairs were also a consideration, primarily because I owned a piano. I got lucky and found a first floor apt (part of a divided house) and there were only 2 steps up. Of course, house hunting can be a horrific as apartment hunting, but I won’t go into those fiasco-laden events! Fingers crossed that you find the perfect place this week!!
According to my weird dream-driven brain, the Pentagon and Purdue University are within walking distance of each other. OK, technically, one *could *walk the 600-some-odd miles between the two… When **FCD **opened the bathroom door and I got hit full in the face with fluorescent light, I was standing on the street trying to decide whether to go —> this way to the Pentagon or <— that way to Purdue. Instead, I got up and fed the dog.
I wish I could take credit for yarn bowls, but I’d never heard of them till someone asked me to make one - I had to look it up. There are some really clever ones out there, and now that I know how to make them, I’ll try to be clever with the next batch… assuming this batch sells. As for spoon rests, I have 2 really ugly, lumpy ones that I can’t even pretend to sell. I figure I’ll use one at my grill and give the other to my mom. But I think I know how to make an un-lumpy one, so we shall see.
Ziva seems to think one of the beaded bowls is her cat toy - the reddish one with the hangy-down beads. I heard her batting them around - guess I need to make her one of her own.
It’s 55° and I’ve got a couple of windows open already. Shortly, I will haul the laundry downstairs and start a load. When it warms a bit more, I’m going out to attack the front hill and prep it for next week when I bring back plants from my mom’s. Busy, busy! I’ll also need to get over to the little store today or tomorrow with this batch of pots. I’ve also got 2 softrivet/potholder/dishcloth sets that I’ll try to sell. I was hoping to include the spoon rests in the sets, but they’re just to unattractive.
Afternoon, mumpers! Househunting is a veritable pain in the backside, I hated having to do it and I was a first-timer with a mortgage lined up. Still took ages to find a house I felt I could live in, then it all fell apart a year or so later when my marriage nose-dived.
Since then, I have stuck with rentals, much easier to deal with and I think that’s the way it will just have to go for now. Until I get my huge lottery win…
My weekend kind of ended ok, I went to my doting parent’s place and spent the day with her which was nice. Last night I could not sleep at all, feel like I’ve been awake all night and would happily go for an early night tonight except that I’ve got a ticket to see Danny Vaughn and there’s no way on earth I’m missing that.
I started my new temp job today, the people seem nice and I have an office to myself so that is a novelty. The view’s pretty good (I’m on the 5th floor) so I can tell everyone I’ve got the corner suite.
Off to acquire milk and tea-bags now, I haven’t had a cuppa since I got here but I’m about to rectify that…got to get some use out of my new Game of Thrones mug!
Hi digs. The reason I posted this here is because it’s an MMP - and I volunteered for this week. The Pit is too volitile for me. I’m such a sweet thing. :rolleyes:. Hang out with us. There are no topic limits in the MMP - and there’s a FAQ on the MPSIMS forum front page.
eta - I would *never *diss a cat. I WUV da kittehs!
Bet it’s not as vile as pug emissions! :eek: When I assume the knit position on my recliner, Higgs takes “her” place on the footrest between my feet with her butt pointed at me. There have been more than one nasal assault. :eek: It’s got to be from whatever she’s finding and eating in the yard - her dog food isn’t nearly that nasty!
First load on the lines, second in the washer. I’m still in my robe - part of me wants to work in the yard and part of me just wants to veg. I can’t veg - I have stuff to do today…
Texted my mom Friday night, and she asked me to call her. This is Not Good, because she works Friday night, which is why I texted her.
She’s in the local ER.
Where the police had taken my father on an involuntary commitment.
Because he locked himself out of the house and then said he could see naked women “doing things” inside. This is how I know my father was not in his right mind: if there were naked women, he’d have happily dealt with them without involving the police.
All the stuff I’ve been recommending, researching, and begging my mom to do for the last two to three years so that we can deal with Dad’s dementia that she hasn’t done has suddenly come home to roost.
She wants my brother to go out to help her, not me. Totally valid reasons - he’s been at his job longer, has more PTO, has savings, has FMLA rights - but I’m feeling rejected. Besides, he was out at Christmas. I haven’t seen my mom, my dad, or the puppy dog in nearly a year.
Second load on the line, third in the washer, and I think it’s time to shower and dress. I can’t keep turning on the neighbors by sashaying around my clotheslines in my fuzzy blue robe and purple slippers…
I’ve also got the house open and the furnace off. Ah, fresh air! It’s not hit 60° yet, but it’s still nice enough to let spring inside.
{{{{phouka}}}} I hope this is the start of your dad getting the help he needs.
The African Violet has new flowerbuds! The One Window is open so Spidey the Spider Plant, the violet, me, and all the spiders that suddenly crawled out of the woodwork (literally) can have some fresh air.
swampy, you need to get Mental Hygiene: Better Living Through Classroom Films. It’s all about the history of social conditioning shorts and how they were made. Fun fact from the book: Dick “Darren Stevens” York had his acting debut in one of these films.
{{{Roo}}} Like Spaz said, maybe now you’re dad will get the help he needs. I know it frustrates you not to be there but when it comes down to it, your mom is the one who has to make the decisions. Havin’ bro around will maybe lessen the stress a bit.
As long as you’re dressed for it, you should make a run to Wally*World before you shower and dress.
Spaz I have been makin’ copious notes whilst watchin’ the videos in a effort to change my ways. For starters, no more parkin’ in cars with boys at night so I can be popular.
It’s . . . ah, man, I can’t even figure out who I’m worried about at this point.
My dad would certainly be safer and better cared for if there were an aide coming out every day. But he won’t cooperate. If we put him in a nursing home, the disorientation will only make the dementia worse, he’ll feel abandoned, and it’ll be the beginning of the end.
Mom’s been paralyzed on making decisions, and while it’s perfectly clear to me what needs to happen (retire, sell the house, move back to Texas, buy a small house free and clear from the proceeds of the previous house, and use Dad’s military benefits to pay for an in-home aide but keep him at home as long as humanly possible), it’s not my place to dictate, and it wouldn’t help either.
I’m hoping my brother - who doesn’t have the same emotional investment in the outcome - can go over the choices with her. The trouble is, any of the really helpful ones require a whole lot of effort up front, and she’s just so worn out, she doesn’t have it in her.
I’m actually worried that she’s going to have a heart attack and die before my dad does.
I’m busy being cross today- I noticed £40 (which I really don’t have spare) had disappeared from my bank account on saturday, and worked out a magazine subscription I did not intend to renew had renewed itself, somewhat earlier than I was expecting (they were out of the promised ‘free gift’ when I signed up, so had extended the subscription for a few more months instead- I was under the impression that it ended next month). Apparently they can contact me perfectly well to say that the magazine may be late because of bad weather, but they can’t let me know that they’re going to take £40 out of my account.
Called them today now the office is open, and they’re claiming they can’t cancel it, and they’re not going to give me the money back. This is not OK. Fuss will be kicked up :mad:
I have stuff to do today, but I’m now stuck in waiting for a call back from a manager, then I’ll have to go to the bank, and see if they can help, if that fails.
{{{{Phouka}}}}
I had to go to a meeting on the base this morning, but had a brilliant idea as I left. I swung by the house, got some dress-down duds and VWife, and had her bring me back to the orifice. I plan on walking home from irk today…
Last week, end of the week, a Catholic priest I used to know and work with passed away at age 101 - which totally screws the theory that the good die young. He was without a doubt the finest cleric I’ve ever known and in general just one Hell of a man. He had the bad fortune to draw a toxic parish and while he couldn’t make it better, he left it none the worse and equipped to move on and heal. Visitation is later today.
Yesterday a riding buddy was out on her trike and while details are sketchy yet the end result is she was pronounced dead at the scene. This lady could do anything anyone else could and do it better. And look pretty as all get out at the same time. She did the “Four Corners Tour” ------- on a Sportster! I think she was going to do the True X tour now that she had her trike and was used to it. I was watching the news and saw the pictures; they hadn’t released the name yet but there was no mistaking the bike. I’m sitting here typing this and her family has to wait for the mandatory autopsy. Its all a mystery and He and I are going to have a long talk about it some day.
So this week basically sucks ass so far.
My prayers and best to Phouka - been there too and you really do have my sympathy.
I have relatively little to vent about today other than this damn test on Saturday. Yesterday was a good day all the way around and Wrestlemania was actually fairly entertaining in part because it was just so ridiculous.
And then there was my conversation with phoukaroo during in which we determined the level of attractiveness of several of the wrestlers and other persons on TV. I dare not tell you what Miss phoukaroo said about The Rock.
ETA: {{{kopek}}}
When **FCD **opened the bathroom door and I got hit full in the face with fluorescent light, I was standing on the street trying to decide whether to go —> this way to the Pentagon or <— that way to Purdue. Instead, I got up and fed the dog. 
