To quote Howard Wolowitz from the Big Bang Theory, my family IS the history of heart issues. My mom and two of my sisters went down this road as well as numerous aunts, uncles and cousins.
My surgery is scheduled for noon on Tuesday
hippie Nothing but the best wishes for your procedure. Come back soon!
metal mouse I did a check under the carpeted stairs and it looks like the treads are unfinished oak (with paint spatters) and the risers are crappy pine. And it’s not built particularly well-- there’s a gap between the riser I looked at and the wall. I s’pose If’n I were feeling inspired I could tear up the carpet, sand and finish the treads and fill and paint the risers. But that sounds like a lot of work.
I would think carpet would offer better traction, thus better safety.
True, but it’s a colossal pain in the butt to vacuum.
Also true. I personally insist on single-floor living space (arthritic hips don’t like stairs).
No good deed goes unpunished.
I was wiping down the stove after making breakfast, and SWMBO came into the kitchen. ‘Clean the hood,’ she said. So I started cleaning the hood, and one side came crashing down. A loose wire tripped the circuit breaker. The good news is that as long as it was down I could fix the right hood light. I’m going to need help to put the hood back up.
As angering as that is, maybe karma helped you dodge a bullet there.
A loose wire in a range hood could result in a 120V charged hood. Just sitting there quietly waiting for somebody to touch the hood and a pan or the nearby faucet simultaneously. Ideally with wet hands.
Gonna be a pisser to fix, but better to fix it with nobody dead or hospitalized after a serious shock.
The rain stopped. I have a scintillating story about goings-on at the place I used to work but dang it, I can’t relate it even in broad terms with names changed because awhile back, the town where I used to live came out on here, and the story hasn’t and may not ever hit the press. Oh, well, you’ll just have to create your own scandal.
shady, I had a fire in a microwave once that caused a lot more damage than that, so don’t feel bad.
I"m so glad. I bet she’s missed having one-to-one time with you. And “needs to be cookied” is a phrase I’m stealing.
Also, FCM, it ought to be against the law to compare a trashy romance novel to Jane Austen. Maybe the book should have been called Splenda. I’m wondering if the blurb was created by AI, or in this case, ASS, Artificial Senseless Stupidity.
red, so glad you and Nelson are OK!
Same.
Just one?
I was looking out the window while talking on the phone yesterday, and the only people out in the downpour were walking their dogs. Nobody looked very happy.
WOW, those pups ARE growing fast! I hope Buster won’t need surgery. Maybe if he concentrates very hard…
MetalMouse, it’s Sunday. Opt for rest.
Flyboy, hope the hood goes back on easily. And I agree with pilot about it actually being lucky that it came down.
The wiring fix was easy. I just had to screw the plastic splicer thing back on, and rewrap both wires (because, why not?) with electrical tape. The pisser was getting the hood back up. The cord goes up through the bottom shelf of the cupboard, then over to the other side, then out through the shelf to plug into the outlet. Mrs. L.A. had to pull the cord down as I brought the hood up. It doesn’t exactly slide easily. I got the hood up, but I couldn’t find one of the screws that goes into the ‘keyhole’. It took many tries. Finally got it up, and we have two hood lights now. I checked the fan to ensure it was still working too.
Also, the hood is clean.
Flyboy: Yaay for clean, up, and safe!!!
But Taters, if you see him in the house hunkered down, staring into space, and straining, best to take him outside pronto. Those aren’t the descending balls you’re looking for. 
Well, if I’d been sent back the the South Carolina job I worked on last month, I’d likely be scheduled to travel home from Charlotte today, which would have ranged from challenging to impossible.
As it is, I’m traveling from home to Phoenix this afternoon, a short hop with no inclement weather in between. So I’m optimistic for a relatively easy travel day.
I’m sure I’ve just jinxed myself, however.
Well… I did make the blood sacrifice, as is ordained and required.
The weather is clear and calm and it is currently 71F at Sky Harbor. Remember your jacket and have a safe journey.
I bought a bolt for the air box on the Seca II yesterday. Turns out it doesn’t fit. The Yamaha parts site calls it a ‘special bolt’. Might have to buy one, unless the neighbour has one that will fit. I tried to remove a spark plug, but my spark plug socket is too big. The owner’s manual says the plugs are NGK CR7E or CR8E. I want to pull a plug to see what’s in there now, rather than to just choose one. I ordered a new battery, an oil filter, a gap gauge, and a set of spark plug sockets.
Yesterday I bought a 16 x 20 frame from Michael’s, and a $150 gift card. Next time Wifey, RN is on her rounds, I’ll put the gift card in the middle of the frame and wrap it for Christmas. But what will she use the frame for? I’ve ordered a 16 x 20 ‘Tour de Chat Noir’ poster she can put in it. (Because we like going to The Black Cat.) I also ordered When Findus Was Little and Disappeared because I like the Pettson and Findus books. My big jar of McCormick’s taco seasoning came today.
Still need to go to the supermarket for a few things so I can make salmon chowder later.
Howdy Y’all! Been a very rainy and icky day here. We deheathenated and then it was back to da cave for leftover N.O.L. This was followed by nappage. Nappage was followed by day drinkin’. Hawt choklit with a hefty shot of dark rum hit the spot. Also, the biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. I considered waitin’ until mornin’ for that, but there is a lull in the rain right now. Thus it is in swampland.
FlyBoy YIKES! Glad y’all got the range hood back in place without too much damage. Blood sacrifice is always a given.
Taters them’s some big pups! No doubt they loved all the attention at the vet.
Appendages crossed.
Your puppers are gonna be bigguns taters.
Glad you had no injuries from the range hood falling flyboy.
Got the Sunday chores done, played around in the studio some and made Sunday dinner (quinoa - butternut squash casserole for those playing along at home). After KP, I’ll play a bit more, then settle in for more surfing.
Yes, best of luck hippie.
Okay, I have to ask, although I am likely embarrassing myself. What does N.O.L. mean? I’ve seen a number of people use the acronym and I can’t figure it out.
And a good late afternoon all. Did dine out (Texas Roadhouse has provided me four…4!! big dinner rolls with butter the last two times I have been there…so of course I had to eat all of them). So feeling a bit guilty I did go to the gym (sorry Nellie), pedaled some calories off and then did the 650 yards of swimming I missed on Firday, so I’ve met all my goals for the week (Mon-Sun). On the other hand, my keys for the lock I use for their lockers got lost and I couldn’t find them, so had to get the staff to use the cutters to break into my locker. No biggie, the lock was getting a bit long in the tooth and I have a spare, just can’t figure out where the keys escaped to. Now home and with the temperature down to 44F already, probably ain’t going anywhere else tonight.
Cupcakes, I know the first part is "Not Our, but not sure myself on the last word–I think it is Lunch, but do not know why. I’m sure Swampy will explain all.
Hippie, nothing but positive waves from here; I’m sure surgery will go just fine.
Flyboy, glad that the repair was fairly easy, if frustrating.
Wheelie, safe travels.
OK, need to have 2nd meal and do my Sunday You-Tubing. Yake care all and if I don;t check back in tonight, catch you on the next MMP.
N.O. [whatever] is a standard MMPism for Not Our [whatever].
Which started to distinguish @Taters = Taters the poster from “taters” the very common Mumper food. So “potatoes” became “N.O.T”. IOW those taters which were not our special beloved real person Taters @Taters.
All that made more sense under vBulletin when we couldn’t use @Taters to distinguish. But the nicknames are heavily entrenched despite my heathen modernizing instincts.
N.O.L is “not our lunch” which, following the Taters vs N.O.T pattern is really a reference to lunch, not a (hypothetical) MMPer named lunch. All as a humorous nod to the greatly esteemed and oh so talented and lovely @Taters.
I’m having N.O.H.L. right now. I’m out at outdoor music playing the brass-heavy pop / rock of my college years while Her Ladyship is elsewhere enjoying her monthly sorority alumnae dinner.
A great time is being had by me. 4 horns, 2 drummers, 2 guitars, a bassist, a keyboardist, & a vocal chick.
I’ll get her debrief tomorrow.
Metal mouse: when they start bringing extra steaks you know you’re a regular. Bread? Pfft.
Just killed a 10oz NY w sauteed onions, asparagus, and a squashed pot here. Yummy.