Ima go do a couple of afternoon appointments I have set up. They won’t take too long. I foresee headin’ to da cave after that just cause I can do the follow-up paperirk just as easy from there as anywhere. So, why not!
The party/riot in the break room has calmed down to mosh pit now.
So my Cousin (hereafter referred to as Fluffy) was supposed to stay at my place Monday night June 30th, thereby saving us some travel on Tuesday July 1st. Didn’t happen.
Tuesday morning, I drove into Brooklyn to get her, then we headed north by northeast. Naturally, there were construction delays and normal traffic jams, so a five hour trip (we allow an hour for a meal break) took more than 9 hours.
The thing is, as we approached Boston proper along the Pike (I-90) we saw something that at first looked like an extra-terrestrial craft floating above the buildings. As we got closer, we were able to determine it was a blimp. But it had a big red something in the middle of its white body, making it look like an eye.
Well, we were supposed to go all the way in to exit 22, but I was so distracted by the blimp (which I finally saw had a Red Sox logo on it) that the car went on auto-pilot and got off at exit 18, which is the way to my brother’s home in Brookline. So, we took a little detour through the streets of Boston and finally pulled up to the hotel around 10:30pm.
Side note here - I had booked an accessible room and the bellman led us to a room in the north tower of the hotel. Sheraton’s idea of accessible needs some tweaking. While the room and loo were easily maneuverable, the door into the room was the width of a closet door. Friend M had to turn sideways to get in. The bellman called the desk and found us a room in the south tower. That one had an appropriately wide doorway and accessible loo, and it was a corner room so we had great views … facing away from the river. Oh, well.
Back down to the lobby, since hospitality wasn’t yet open, to greet and chat with everyone who had already arrived. After not seeing many of these folks in years, it was good to get all those warm hugs.
5 hours of sleep later, on Wednesday July 2nd, I reported to my hospitality volunteer shift while Fluffy went off to play tourist. That’s her thing. She gets enough fresh air for the both of us as I rarely leave the hotel during an AG (or an RG for that matter).
One of the nice things about being one of the badge checkers is I get to charge a hug-toll to my friends before they go in to get snacks and drinks.
After my shift, I milled around, chatting, hugging, catching up with old friends, and making new ones. I played a few games, had dinner with Fluffy and and friends J & J, played poker with “the guys”, and got very little sleep.
Thursday, I realized I was a dope for not packing the charger for my Jazzy’s battery. I didn’t think I needed it since I hardly ever have to charge it at home. Plus. my brain was working properly Tuesday morning. Fortunately, I found someone with a similar model chair, and he lent me his charger a couple of times throughout the rest of the weekend. Thanks to New Friend R, I was able to continue to get around.
Other than that, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were all very similar; more games, hugs, chats, hangin’, chillin’, etc., Lather, Rinse, Repeat. I attended a couple of the talks, entered a bunch of game tournaments (actually won one of them), and participated in a Carmina Burana Sing-a-long. Now that was fun, and I didn’t mind missing the hastily rescheduled fireworks display for it. The City of Boston decided to have the display and concert on Thursday night, since Hurricane Arthur was going to crash the party. The rain didn’t stop Fluffy from playing tourist, though.
Saturday evening, in between two of the tournaments, my younger nephew and niece-in-law stopped by the hotel to visit with Fluffy and me. I didn’t take any photos though. Not sure why. Maybe because it was so good just to see them.
Sunday after everything died down, my older nephew and niece-in-law, with the Rosebuds, and my brother, came to the hotel to spend the afternoon with Fluffy and me. As much fun as I had at the convention, my favorite part was spending those hours with my family. I may just have to move to Eastern MA to be near them full time.
Monday morning, Fluffy and I packed, loaded the car, travelled home, and slept. A lot. Then I returned her to her Brooklyn abode, came back home and collapsed. That’s way it took until now for me to write this.
It was a good week.
Morning irk shift done.
Irk sucks, is very slow.
Made a few phone calls.
Got my hospital bill taken care of.
I won’t know what time my surgery is until Tuesday. As of now I’m scheduled for something like 11am. That could change though. I hope it doesn’t get scheduled later, I already warned them if I have to stop eating at midnight and then I don’t go in to surgery until 3 or 4 I will be shaking so hard I’ll fall off the table and I’ll be a raging bitch as well.
I feel like I need a nap.
Airman’s relatives are from Pittsburgh, and they all sound like it. We like to go to Primanti’s in the Strip District, which isn’t far from dahntahn. I’ve grown accustomed to it, but at first, I couldn’t understand a whole lot. True story: We were walking in Point State Park and I saw a griffito that said “I heart the Yinzer dialect.” Exactly like that.
Today’s interview went well, I think. There may not be a whole lot of interest in this job, but who knows.
I’s tahrd.
On the train en route to having various torture devices rummaging around in my mouth. DH will be picking me up @ the dental office. No way do I want to take transit home after this.
We do have our allotted crazy person in the train car.
Now on the bus that will deposit me at the intersection near the office. Bus also has allotted crazy person. Dental office called me to let me know they’re running a little behind schedule. No worries, I have e-books.
I was born and raised in Pittsburgh, moved away when I joined the Navy at age 19. My sister always had the heavy Yinzer accent, and I never did. When I was in high school I had transplants to the city ask me where I grew up, since I didn’t sound like anyone else around me. And i have never used the word ‘yinz’ except to make fun of other people.
Rosie I need a nap after just readin’ that. 
Glad you had a good time!
Nettie appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed re the dentist.
Rockin’ yay for good job interview!
Sari I agree. It’s just wrong to make somebody wait a long time for surgery especially is said somebody can’t eat.
Howdy from da cave! Gonna finish up some case notes and such and then commence to fixin’ sketties and meatballs for dindin. Sallit is already done and meatballs and skettie sauce are already made (they were made and frozen a few weeks ago), so should be easy and delicious, just the way I like my men.
Sounds like a good time Rosie
My ex-hubbie is from PA. I had trouble with some of the things he said. Like the time he said we were going up in a tire. Couldn’t figure out what he was talking about until I saw the tower.
That and when he’d say it was slippy outside, it’s slippery damnit, not slippy.
So I called the Washington County to find out about cistern inspections and it seems what this house has is not a cistern but is a water holding tank. So I called HUD, because I’m inpatient and don’t want to wait for the mortgage company to get back to me and the woman had HUD kept confusing a cistern with a cesspool, I bet she’d know the difference if she had to choose one to drink from and she couldn’t find a thing on whether or not a cistern and a water holding tank are the same thing by HUD standards.
So I can put an offer in on the house, go through the whole process and have HUD say NO!, or I can take the risk and hope they say yes. By their requirements they should say yes.
I really like this house.
Seems a bit unfair Swampy. If the first surgery is at 6 that is only 6 hours after eating, if mine isn’t until noon then I should be able to eat something. I don’t know why it worries me though, I sometimes go all day without eating but then when I do get hungry I’m usually shaky and I don’t like getting that way.
So every public transit mode you get on has a crazy person on it?
Just sayin’… :o
Seanette, I think I’m the allotted crazy person wherever I go. 
I had a relatively peaceful day today, of working on a music arrangement and trying to get other things done. A sheet music website newsletter mentioned one of my music arrangements today, so that was a nice surprise. 
There is a reason to not eat/be fed after midnight. It’s not only the rules, but good practice! 
Someone I know who lives in this area thinks that each transit vehicle is required to have at least one crazy person. Makes sense to me.
Since I’m not usually having intense conversations with the invisible man or monologuing/“singing” at other passengers, I have some confidence that the allotted crazy is usually not me. 
It must be the surgical time of year. FIL is having pre-op on Firday, and they’ll be coming here afterwards - I need to plan for dinner that night, plus meals all day on Sat and Sun. Then on Mon, he has his surgery. **FCD **will drive them to Duke for the surgery, then drive them home. I’ll drive down to FL to bring **FCD **home. Dates TBD.
Meanwhile, the poke is pulled and smelling yum. It’s clouding over again and I see a band of rain moving this way. I just finished watching 1776 on our freebie on demand channel - it was the long version, including the song Cool Cool Conservative Men and a bunch of scenes that had been cut from the VHS version. I really enjoyed it. And once again, I teared up during Mama, Look Sharp…
So goeth my day.
I’d ask if your FIL could have my surgery for me but he has the wrong parts.
I think it’d be pretty damn painful for him.
Yeah, and you couldn’t have his surgery for the same reason - so you’re even.
I can’t tell if the pork has botulism growing on it or if you are observing the weather.
Paragraphs, woman, paragraphs!
:rolleyes:
flytrap, if you can’t figure me out by now, you never will…
And I don’t think teriyaki pulled pork is all that great. It would have been better with BBQ sauce. Now I know, and so do you.
At irk today, Big Boss was trying to get Maintenance M’s attention. He kept calling “Mike! Mike! Mikemikemikemikemike!”
I came up behind him and said “Hump daaaaaaaaaay!”
**Spaz **- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!