Groceries have been procured and stowed. I don’t need to relieve SIL till 1:30, so I can try to hit the thrift store after all. Maybe I’ll take my sweetie to lunch, too. Because I’m nice, dammit! 
Photo Gallery – Florida Keys Marine Life These are my neighbors but looks like they only do wholesale I’ll keep looking. Surely someone down here sells to individuals.
Maid is here, hubs is getting a haircut and shave on the porch from our hairdresser who apparently makes house calls. I have an appointment to get my hairs did on Firday.
Could just sleep away my life. I never feel like I’ve had enough sleep
https://reeftopia.com/. Another one.
Sorted. Rather busy, but I’ve had worse.
You moved into my old place? But glad everybody is OK.
Thanks!
Thrift store score!! Two pairs of khakis, a pair of jeans, 2 shirts for me, and 2 shirts for Roxy - total under $25!!! WOOHOO!!! No lunch on the go, tho. He’s working on a heat flow analysis thingie. So I’m having leftover chicken, plus some grape 'maters and some pineapple rings. Not great, but edible.
Hope that doesn’t become a regular occurrence, Nettie!
I wrote a couple weeks ago of a conversation my wife and I had about moving out of the city. I mostly mentioned the financial aspects, but there’s an element of the neighborhood deteriorating as well. Last time Mrs. W walked the 5 blocks to the local Walgreens, she read on a neighborhood watch app that there was a guy threatening random people with a knife at about that time (broad daylight) about a block off the route. She said “I want to walk down the street without running into Stabby Joe.” She has a point, sadly.
I still like it here and will be sad to leave, but I’m starting to feel like it’s inevitable in the not-to-distant future.
Howdy all. Up about 8am and decided to get my chores done, so mailed the bills and picked up bananas, salad fixin’s, Pepsi, and the New York Times (try to read it at least once a week). Working on Sudoku’s now and waiting for the 80F temperature to kick in. No soccer Wednesday, so may do some housework instead (or maybe not…)
Nettie, how long you been in the hood?
FCM, nice dealing. Think I’m pretty well set with clothes, but I’ll remember that next time.
hippy, been coaching youth soccer since 1982 (off and on), most 10U/12U and both boys and girls. Have had teams that have gone unbeaten and others that haven’t won a game and I’ve enjoyed it all. Had pretty decent parents most of the time and made sure not to get into league politics very much. And yes, I had girls teams that could give the boys a run for their money…
Wheelie, been either a small-town or suburbanite all my life, so I don’t know much about city life. Do know I’d rather be near a city than out in the countryside, but…
Dice, glad the gardener is feeling better. Enjoy the vacation/cleanup.
Hugs, tears, laughter and groans to all that need them. Have a good Hump day all.
Had the guy not laughed at the concept of my girls being ballplayers, I would have let him off the hook. As it was, this was the best team of girls I had the whole time I was coaching and I knew these boys were going to lose. Had the guy not been a jerk, I would have moved my girls to another practice field.
Just finish flinging grass seed on some bare spots in the back yard. I’ll take care of the front yard tomorrow. The ground is still wet from the weekend rain, but I’ll run the sprinklers for a short time in the morning. Rain is forecast for Firday.
In about half an hour, I’ll head down to do some Roxy wrangling, and if SIL calls me off, I still have to go there to pick up my curtain rod. Supper will be some sort of fish - maybe cod? I bought some russets that I’ll bake, and I’m sure there’s some sort of green veggie in the freezer that will complete the meal. Or I’ll grab a sack o’salad on the way home.
Most of the aches from my fall have gone, but the spot on my back where I landed is still tender to the touch. We figure I must have fallen right on a rock, because it’s a small bruise. All things considered, I think I got lucky.
Ventured out to get the annual diabetic eye exam this morning at the ungodly hour of 0730. All is well with the eyes, though. Felt like I was walking into a petri dish, despite the masks and plexiglass. Nothing changed on the prescription, so I’ll save some bucks there. Same for the Ms.
We’ll hopefully finish the fall cleaning today. There’s just the oven, which just needs to be swamped out after I ran the self-clean cycle yesterday. Most everything else is done: carpets, floors, windows, blinds, surfaces. We used to do it in a day; now it takes three. The Ms is making noises again about maybe checking out one of those “retirement communities”, which I refer to (non-jokingly) as “death camps”. It just seems to me that moving into one of those places is like saying “Okay, I give up on life”. I concede that the cleaning and yard work is getting more and more difficult every year, but I’d rather hire someone to do it than to move into one of those places.
That’s always a fun feeling. Been there with debate teams. Hit a school that is all or mostly guys and they look at my team, which have always tending female and think they have a walk-over round. Guess again, bucko! The best debaters I’ve ever had in 35 years of coaching have almost always been female. “You debate like a girl!” isn’t an insult around my team.
Happy Hump Day!
It’s nice outside, not that I am able to get out there to enjoy it.
It was cold and damp at the park this morning, now it’s 70 degrees.
Dogs are at daycare. Echo got her nose looked at, the vet is concerned.
I’m trying to get some stuff done today but interruptions happen.
I live in a city, which to me is strange because it is so small, so not like a city at all. I’m close enough to the farms that you can smell the manure when the farmers fertilize their fields. I even had to sign a paper when I bought my house saying that I understood that this is an agricultural area and there will be odors.
I’d rather be in the country.
Sonofabitch, it’s cancer. It sounds like it’s treatable, but it’s cancer nonetheless. Oh, and there was a yeast infection on top of it. Well, now we know. Poor mom. She’s been through a lot.
The highlight of the game for me was when the pitcher (naturally the coach’s son) came in grandstanding to take the throw to home while my daughter was stealing home. My daughter was 11, probably under 4’ tall and weighing all of about 60 lbs clipped the pitcher’s legs out from under him, shaking the ball loose and making him cry.
My inlaws live in a retirement community in Florida, and I find it depressing. Oh, it’s a pretty enough neighborhood and they have nice amenities, but every time we’d visit, there’d be houses for sale because of deaths. If I took a walk with my MIL, she’d point out houses and describe who died there. I’ll admit, it was nice not to have screaming kids all over the place, but dang…
That’s why we intend to stay put till we just can’t.
Meanwhile, back from a short round of Roxy-wrangling followed by a stop at Lowes and Aldi. Shortly, the russets will go in the oven and I’ll prep the head of cauliflower to be baked. FCD’s chair was delivered today, much to my amazement. I signed up on the FedEx site to be notified of its delivery status. Never got any notifications. They suck. But his chair is here, so there’s that.
Apart from making supper, I’m done being productive today.
When we finally talked our Mom into moving to a Senior Living Apartment, she wished she’d done it years earlier.
The level of assistance was customizable, and she didn’t need much at first, so she still got to feel independent. They had movie nights, game nights, group outings to plays, and other amenities. I didn’t notice a lot of residents “giving up.”
Wordy, so sorry for what your Mom’s going through. Cancer sucks, but it’s not necessarily the automatic death sentence it used to be. Hopefully there are things that can be done. Good luck.
Howdy Y’all! provisions were procured and shrimpies bought instead of salmon. Sup was shrimpies 'n grits, peas 'n carrots and rolls. YUM!
{{{Wordy and Mom}}} hope all goes well for her with treatment.
sari hope everything is OK with Echo’s nose.
If we ever do decide we need to move to an assisted livin’ place there’s a nice one here that I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to afford. Like Wheelie said the level of assistance is customizable and they do all kinds of stuff includin’ a cocktail hour.
MOOOOOOM yay for the thrift store finds and the chair delivery. FedEx does suck with their notice of delivery status. Most of the time I don’t get 'em and sometimes I will be notified several days after an item is delivered.
My experience was from working with a public housing agency. Some of our properties were senior housing. I’ll grant you that they weren’t the best accommodations to be found, but they were comfortable. But it seemed like all those people did was sit around putting together jigsaw puzzles and then framing them to hang on the walls, which seemed like a version of hell to me. Until recently, we delivered MOW to a senior/disabled apartment building here. We did that for about ten years, so we got to see a lot of what went on. Yeah, they had classes and took people to concerts, etc., but there was a lot of unhappiness apparent, and there were always ambulances showing up when we were there. It’s just not for me unless I get really desperate.
I am not really mentally well today. This story gave me some much needed warm fuzzies.
Thank you, my darling.