Jeez, watching that video, I can’t believe the little guy didn’t slice the 
out of his palms.
ETA: note to self, NEVER mess with JaneTheCane.
Damn straIght!
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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 61 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 80 and mostly cloudy for the day. We shall deheathenate today. Or, at least I shall deheathenate today as I shall have Verger duty. The other Verger is sick with a fever of 102 Amurrkin and apparently hackin’ up a lung, so I shall step in and do the Verge thang. Beyond that I foresee a day of high sloth. Any need to feed will be via forage.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Not for shipping, but I was aghast the way MIL packed some of her stuff for the move - like glass against glass!! When I caught it, I repacked with the proper paper wrap. Now I know why so much of her Wedgewood broke over the years - she just stacked all the plates together and shoved them in a box. No matter how carefully you carry it, such a box is a recipe for disaster! BTW, anybody interested in the remains of a 12-place set of Wedgewood that’s over 50 years old??
We were watching Little Shop of Horrors last night, but it got to the point where there was 5 minutes of movie, then 10 minutes of commercials. I was falling asleep anyway, so I crawled under the covers and was unconscious pretty durn quick. I woke a few times long enough to look at the clock, then go back to sleep. Finally got up a bit before 7 because I figured Higgs needed to pee.
I think we’re going to the early movie today. I could buy the tickets on line, but they slap $1.75 on each ticket!! I doubt the theater will be full, but if so, we’ll do something else. No big.
FCD wants pot roast for his b-day dinner. I need to find a hunk o’chuck before Firday. And celery. I have everything else. And I need to bake his devil’s food cake with fudge frosting - he wants a layer cake. A sheet cake would be easier, but I’m nice, dammit! 
That’s later this week, tho. Today will be movie and chillage.
Happy Sunday!!
JtC, I don’t know whether to nominate you for sainthood or dummy of the year for taking on moderation for your neighbor page. It would drive me crazy (even if it’s only a short walk).
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. Once Sunday chores are done, it will be like RoxStar’s spirit animal: much sloth.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Of today. It’s the usual cleaning and bad handegg on the agenda. Alecx Catt has her boobs draped over my computer mouse. I’m not sure if she trying to nurse it, or she just has a weird fetish.
Good morning, everyone.
It’s currently 50 degrees with an expected high of 55 and rain pretty much all day.
JtC, no offense taken. Today marks the week the beginning of week four of The Crud. I don’t want to go out anyway. Yesterday, my throat hurt a little less and the lump had finally gone away, but today I awoke with a sore throat again. Probably because crud was dripping all night. 
I’m so over this crap. I just want to feel normal and resume feeling like doing things.
No plans for today, but tomorrow I want to go to the hardware store and WBU. I want to set up a Corvid station. The crows and jays are coming every day and one jay literally pushes against our pet door flap if there isn’t something out there for it. Pretty funny, actually. The crows are still skittish but will sit on the fence and look in the window at us. So, we shake the seed containers and pour three piles; that way both the squirrels and crows can get to them without competing. However, now that wet season is upon us, I want to get a screened bottom tray feeder for the corvids so that things don’t get moldy.
Today, I shall do laundry. So exciting! It’s also trash TV night, so I’ll be watching that of course.
Packing today and heading to Seattle this evening. Itching kept me awake until 12 and woke me at 3. Not good.
Morning all. Woke up to rain and the soccer fields I was going to referee on this afternoon are closed; however, the parks have other fields and the games have been moved to there, so I’m still on for getting some more exercise. 12:30 and 2:00pm and maybe a 3:30/4:00pm game to boot. One more weekend and I’ll get to rest (at least for awhile). At least the rain should be stopped and the temperature will be in the 60’sF, so that is all good.
{{nellie}}, hope all goes well on the travels to Seattle.
Taters, when Hitchcock’s “The Birds” finally comes true, you will be among those spared…
JtC, anyone who would be a moderator is slightly crazy…of course, this comes from a guy who referees youth soccer… Good on ya, anyway; us older folks (grin) have earned the right to be grouchy with nasty people.
FCM, let us know how the movie is; I haven’t been to a theater in nearly 2 years, but one of these days…
OK, need some sustenance before venturing out to do my volunteer duty. Have a good Sunday all.
nellie, I’m sorry you’re still itchy. I suffered from intense itching when I was pregnant with my daughter. Like, ALL OVER itching, even the roof of my mouth. It kept me up at night and it was absolutely miserable. I can empathize with your situation. Sending my best wishes for an easy recovery from your surgery. I do plan to be in your town for work on Wednesday, please let me know if you need anything and I’ll be happy to get it for you.
I already have one complete station from which hang two tube feeders, a suet feeder, a bark butter feeder, and a bird bath. It’s busy all day long, and the crows and jays like to swoop in on that station too, ripping hunks of suet and bark butter out of those feeders. Of course, that scares away the other birds. Setting up a separate corvid feeder makes it easier for them and lets the other birds get on with their feeding. I guess I’m becoming a crazy bird lady. I don’t do hummingbird feeders though. I put hummingbird-friendly plants out there for them.
I chatted with an old work friend of mine this morning. We caught up on our personal lives and she caught me up on some of the ludicrous happenings at my old hellhole of a workplace. She retired from there last year, but still is in contact with many of the folks there. Plus, she ran into someone at the store who caught her up. We both thanked our lucky stars that we no longer work there because things just become increasingly worse due to a number of factors.
I think I’m going to make some peppermint tea. That eased my throat a little the other day.
The dawter is coming over today, so I’m feeling perky about that. Got a pot of curry on the stove for the event and she’s bringing dessert. Went to a free concert at the Beaux-Arts basilica down the street yesterday. I object to churches in general, but one has to admire the craftsmanship that went into building that thing. Completed in 1907, it was the first basilica built in the US.
Gotta talk to building management about the awful urine smell in our hallway. I know which apartment it’s coming from and I know it’s a combination of uncleaned cat box and incontinent owner. Mgmt knows about it, and the aide that comes in tries to keep up with it, but it’s not working. Even the cat escapes into the hall whenever it can. I have a very sensitive nose and it’s really offensive to me. It’s the one big downside to living in a place like this. I think I’m going to buy one of those plug-in deodorizers for the hall outlet.
Happy sundee, y’all! I just typed up a new estimate for a potential project, if’n the grant goes through, it’ll be a good thing.
Friday I had to go to the home despot and get some paint and other stuff, so I went in the main door, instead of the lumber yard door. The, I guess you’d call it the lobby, where they keep the carts and such, smelled of pumpkin spice. WTH?
taters You’ve reminded me that I need to re-stock on bird food and fill the feeders. I’ve been slacking on that.
Happy Sunday afternoon! At 12:01 PM ET it is 56° and sunny, which is definitely not bad for late October. 
Yesterday morning I had my fourth tattoo removal session. The tattoo in question is definitely starting to look blurry and faded…this laser thing might actually work! I’m about halfway through the expected 8-10 sessions, and have scheduled #5 for two months from today. When I left the place, though, for some reason I turned right onto the main road instead of left and didn’t realize my mistake until I hit an interstate interchange that I shouldn’t have hit. 
As a result, the drive from the tattoo place to the grocery store that should have taken 15 minutes wound up taking about 45 minutes – partly because of my mistake, and partly because correcting it included passing an accident. Luckily I had no need to hurry, but I was annoyed with myself for a while.
Yesterday evening I carved a pumpkin and had dinner with my BFFs and their son (who is 21 and has been calling me “aunt” since he started talking). I was trying for a “Linus in the pumpkin patch” design that I’d found a stencil for, but my detail work wound up sucking…and, at some point, Linus lost one of his hands. Heh. It was still a lot of fun! And I hadn’t seen them in over a month. The wife and I text nearly every day, but it was really good to see them all in person.
I probably won’t see them again until Thanksgiving, which historically has been a Big Deal (including the husband’s sister and her family) but hasn’t been the same since COVID. Various complications in both families continue this year, plus my “nephew” will be out of town visiting his girlfriend (who goes to college in Texas and is living with her sister out there), so it will be just the three of us. I really miss the big gatherings – as do the others – but que sera sera.
So far today I’ve put a cover on the patio table, and done some laundry: load #1 is in the dryer and load #2 is in the washer, and by the time I’m done with this post I’ll be able to start the third (and final) load.
I also moved/rearranged a bunch of folding chairs. My house is small, with no dining room: just an eat-in kitchen, which is partly taken up by a bookcase and a storage bench but does include a small console table (which can convert to a large table). Therefore, unless I’m at the piano the seating in my house is limited to either my desk chair or the couch…but I do have two sets of 4 folding chairs. One set is metal and thick plastic (for use outside), and until my patio got fixed they were all being stored in my laundry room. The other set is wood: they match the convertible table I have in the eat-in kitchen. I never use them, and they’d all been taking up too much space in my coat closet for quite some time. Anyway, I recently decided to start taking lunch breaks in my eat-in kitchen (vs just staying at my desk), and discovered that the plastic chairs are actually more comfortable than the wood ones! So, now I have 2 plastic chairs in the eat-in kitchen, 2 plastic chairs outside (tucked under the patio table and its new cover), 2 wood chairs being stored in the coat closet, and 2 wood chairs being stored in the laundry room.
All of the above is quite enough productivity for the day!
For various reasons, it’s now more than an hour after I started writing this post: time to shut down the computer, get the last load of laundry going, and go have lunch. The killer is about to be revealed in the book I’m reading, so I might try to finish that before I turn the TV on. But there will be TV: a couple of weeks ago I decided to sign up for Paramount+, almost entirely just so I could watch the last two seasons of The Good Fight, and I’m looking forward to watching the last episode of S5 and starting S6.
Genius! 
I will be thinking of you tomorrow morning (just probably not quite that early)! 
HA! 
OMG… 
Reason #45437678 why I never want to live in an apartment building again.
(I know that isn’t quite your situation; the “shared walls/halls” part is the same!)
Happy Sunday!
Chilly 32 degrees at the park this morning.
My new coat is keeping me warm. I didn’t put on toe warmers, so my toes got a bit cold.
There weren’t too many people there today, two are on vacation (Portugal and New Orleans) and one is busy doing the early voting stuff.
Barky and Humpy were there, so I didn’t have my dogs most of the time anyway. They want to go on the small dog side with Lucy dad.
Ripple was bad when Lucy dad got him, instead of going in the gate he took off up the hill and around the corner. He has to go back on the leash, because he took off when he got out of the truck and didn’t mosey down to the gate like he usually does. Ripple loves cold weather; he gets all frisky like a puppy again.
Then Cerby took off when he was bringing them back to the big side. However, he ran straight for the truck, he wanted to go home. As much as he likes to go places, he likes coming home even more.
The reason Barky/Humpy mom has my number is, I have almost everybody’s number at the park. As soon as I get up in the morning, I start texting to see who is coming and what time so we can coordinate the meet up. Pre Barky days, she was just another park friend.
I feel guilty, but now I text her so I can let people know if she is coming. That way the ones who go on the small side can just go over there, instead of going to the big side and moving over when she gets there. Lucy dad refers to it as the ‘witch report’. Everybody else is a lot more polite.
I’ve started making up group texts. I can’t put everybody into it because some people only come on the weekends, or their days off. Some don’t want to share their numbers.
In the pre-Barky days, some people were a little put off by Barky mom, but nobody actively disliked her.
Barky is a rescue from a puppy mill, where once she outlived her usefulness as a breeder she was dumped at a shelter, with her sister, also a breeder. They were the lucky ones, the breeder said they usually just shot the dogs once they weren’t needed anymore. Barky had lived her entire life in a kennel, she had never been indoors, was afraid of everything, stairs, carpeting, people, the indoors, etc. I think she also never really learned dog language, so she didn’t know how to interact with other dogs. She doesn’t understand that getting into other dogs’ faces and barking at them isn’t how you get them to play. Instead, the other dogs hide under the tables trying to get away from her.
Barky/Humpy mom really babied her, and let her get away with too much, I guess trying to make up for her horrible life, and feeling sorry for her and not wanting to be harsh. That doesn’t work.
Instead, she has a bully of a dog who doesn’t understand why the other dogs won’t play with her.
IF, big IF, Barky/Humpy mom had tried to correct Barky, everyone there would have helped her. Nobody is mean, but most everybody is experienced dog owners who know how to help. When Echo was being a bitch, having a man tell her NO! was a lot more effective. However, nobody was ever allowed to say anything to poor sweet little abused Barky. I made suggestions and got snapped at.
She probably didn’t realize I was speaking for everybody when I did, I knew how people were feeling and I was trying to smooth things over. The constant barking was annoying to everybody.
As well as, we are breaking park rules by going as early as we do. Technically, the park isn’t open yet. We’ve had neighbors yell at us before when a different dog was coming in the mornings that also barked constantly. We didn’t want the park people coming by and kicking us out, some of our group can come only early in the morning, before work or other obligations.
I told her this and she said who cares? She would rather we went later anyway. She doesn’t care that it disturbs the neighbors because if barking dogs bother them, then they shouldn’t live by the dog park. If it bothers us, who cares, it’s a dog park, dogs bark. Our dogs bark, and to her it doesn’t matter that they don’t bark constantly, because barking is barking. There is a rule about barking dogs, who cares, all of us have broken the rules at some point.
Humpy humps other dogs and she laughs, if another dog tries to hump one of hers, she gets upset. He dogs are so sweet and gentle they wouldn’t hurt a fly, except the time they killed the ground hog, and the baby bunnies.
Anyway, her attitude is what pissed people off. The barking was bad enough, but that she ignored, excused, and pooh-poohed it is what turned people against her.
I’m angry at her for not taking it seriously. We’ve lost nice people because of the barking. It’s split the group, so half go to the small side when she is there. Every day when I text her, I am holding my breath, hoping she says she isn’t coming.
She also is a bit possessive of me. She doesn’t like me talking with other people, especially Rocky mom. I notice she is nastier to me if Rocky mom and I are talking when she gets there. This isn’t coming from me, other people noticed it first.
I talk to everybody, I like everybody. Even the vegan who told me I have been brainwashed into thinking I need to eat meat. I suppose I could be offended, but we just don’t talk about food anymore.
On the other hand, one on one she can be great. We can have fun when it’s just the two of us. She is the one who took my dogs overnight when I was in the hospital and we thought my son may be hospitalized as well. She has a kind heart and will do anything to help you if you need it.
I can’t say she is a horrible person, but sometimes she can be a bit too much.
Anyway, this is why she has my number and why I haven’t totally dumped her out of my life, yet.
I think Cerby doesn’t have kennel cough. I think his throat is irritated because he pulls on the leash. I’m going to order a harness for him, and da jungle has a no bark collar on sale. You can set it to vibrate, or to shock.
We just had to go out and drag him in because the neighbor two doors down is working in the yard and Cerby would not shut up. I think there is something not quite right about him. He was outside on the porch; I called his name several times and he didn’t react at all. When I stepped out, he turned around and looked at me. He also doesn’t react to the opening of treat bags, and generally isn’t interested in treats at all. I don’t think he is deaf, but something seems off. I looked up autism in dogs, but he doesn’t fit that description.
I’ve had a lot of dogs in my life. I have never had a dog that acts like he does.
One of the things I like about living here is that it is a very dog friendly area. We have two dog parks here, another being built in the next town over, and two others that aren’t too terribly far away. The leash laws are pretty loose, there are lots of parks and trails to walk, plenty of places to take dogs swimming, two pooch plunges, and the Howl-o-ween parade for dogs. The dogs dress up in costumes, walk in a parade, and prizes are given out.
We went to pick up groceries yesterday and what a mess. I didn’t know that the mummer’s parade went all the way out there. It hadn’t started yet, but everybody was getting lined up and streets were closed. I found a different way home.
{{{{Shady}}} I’m sorry about your friends.
I hope you get over the crud soon Taters. Every time you say corvid, I see covid.
JtC, I quit NextDoor because of all the nastiness on there. I could never be a mod there; I’d get banned for my language.
I never thought about a sloth being my spirit animal, it never seems to come up as an option. It’s always an eagle, or a wolf, or a horse. Sloth is more honest.
I think the Sloth makes a nice mascot.
I irked in a Chinese carryout when I was a teen. I always smelled like grease. At least it didn’t mess with my skin.
I hope your trip goes well Nellie.
I’m off to da jungle to buy a no bark collar and a harness. I’ll probably buy something else.
Back from the movie - it was… something. Difficult to follow at times, a complex story. I read a couple of reviews after getting home, and it explained a few things I missed or misunderstood. Overall, I think it was a good movie, and I think I’d like to see it again, especially now that I have a better idea of what it was about. My biggest criticism was the use of texts that were difficult to read - not enough contrast - and they were essential to the story.
Damned lab from next door got into our yard again - she crawled under a section of fence. I managed to block it off - honestly, how did that beast figure out she could get thru there??
Supper will be veggie-beef-barley soup - it’s been thawed and heated up - time to eat!
Buddy is total lap velcro today. The second I sit down, I have an occupant. He’s also easing up on chasing Allie when she crosses his line of sight. I keep telling him she’ll be a lot more tolerant of him if he does give her a break.
Dinner TBD. DH does seem to be feeling better, and thinks he’s OK to go to irk tomorrow. I keep telling him he needs to address that chronic sinus infection with a doctor. Can be weird watching him stuff Neosporin up his nose, then inhaling it into his sinuses.
Labs generally tend to be pretty bright and rather determined. 
She’s also inclined to grab Higgs by the neck and shake her - she did it twice before I figured out how she was getting in. I blocked that path, so she apparently found another. Not amused…
sari, I would feel sorry for Barky, but she does need to learn some manners. One of the standard poodles next door was a breeder who has had to learn how to be a dog in the last six months. Difference is, she’s being taught.
Moooooom, have you had the opportunity to talk to the lab’s humans about her getting into your yard?
Everything’s done for the day, supper (spinach - artichoke casserole with yellow squishes on the side) et and doing a bit of surfing before hitting the hay in a couple of hours.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated (I dutifully did my duty), got back to da cave, snarfed down sammiches, then achieved nappage. After nappage, a pound cake got made. It is currently coolin’ down and in the very near future slices of it along with macerated (I like this word. It sounds dirty.) strawberries and fresh whipped cream. YUM! Can’t wait! Also, the biiiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. Thus endeth Sunday in swampland.
See y’all tomorrow in the brand new MMP!
For me, not teaching your dog (or kid) manners is cruel. They are going to grow up friendless and frustrated because nobody wants to play with them.
That said, Cerby’s no bark collar should be here tomorrow.
He was doing well when I told him NO, now he is ignoring me.
My son took the flashlight out to play with him, he chases the light just like a cat will.