Mama Plant would yell at me, “Close the pneumonia hole!”
FCM, there’s a scene (IIRC) in the original 30’s movie where the monster is watching a little girl throw flowers into the river…and it’s suggested by the movie (not shown) that the monster throws the little girl into the river, drowning her. That’s what I was referring to.
Sari, if there is one thing unchangeable in the world, it’s bureaucracy; you’ll need to make a new appointment.
DieC, nothing wrong with beefstakes…we used to grow them when I was a kid.
Thanks for the confirmation, flytrap; nice to know some memories are still good.
Well, I’m an idiot. PIcked up a new mouse (wired, I just don’t care for wireless) at Staples and took it out of the box using scissors to cut through the plastic…and through the cord as it turned out. So that $27 down the drain. Will manage a couple more days and get another one which I’ll try to open properly…
92F but there may be a little rain in the near future. We’ll see.
Take care all.
Hey Doggio!! HUGS Irk sure did get irksome, turns out I spent the morning with the wrong login… D’oh! It is supposed to be quieting down now, but we shall see. had some lunch, now it’s back to the salt mines… sigh
Fifty-one years ago we could go to the moon. Now we can’t even go to Canada.
Splice it.
Cordless track ball is the ONLY way to go! I loathe-detest-despise touchpads. In the fall in SCal, the Santa Ana winds drive everyone insane, and we all electrocute ourselves and each other with shocks of static electricity. Touchpads become possessed.
Cordless track ball. Perfection!
~VOW
I charge double rate to work on a PC with one of those Infernal Devices.
Mark My Words: When you need the ID at the most, during a Matter of Life or Death, the batteries will die.
I’m afraid I’ll have to agree with flytrap here. I hates me them cordless mousies - we’ve got half a dozen lying around here, dead. Changing batteries will revive them for maybe a week. Screw it - I got a corded one and life is good.
I forced myself to venture out and dump some water on the plants out back. I should have done it in the cooler morning hours, but I forgot. I’ll soak the plants out front tomorrow morning. That should guarantee rain, right? I also ran a cord in the greenhouse to help support the 'mater plants and cukes. I’ve got 'mater cages - unfortunately, the wisteria has grown thru them and I don’t feel like going out there with nippers to free the cages. Maybe another time.
I saw a house for sale that’s a HUD as-is. The associated documents don’t mention any particular issue, so I sent a message to the realtor asking if there were structural or mold problems. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time if that’s the case. I also said I just want an email answer - no phone calls. So, of course, my phone started ringing. I ignored it. If they can’t answer as I asked, I don’t want to deal with them. Oh, I did get a couple of emails - asking when they can call me… screw it.
FCD will be trapped in meeting hell till supper time. At least the a/c works well in his office.
Just woke from a nap. Now I’m hungry, as I didn’t eat anything before the nap but a protein bar and a piece of blueberry cinnamon concoction.
Obviously not much is getting done again today.
MetalMouse, I am afraid your are correct, but we’ll probably never know because the line is busy every time I call.
Howdy Y’all! We spiffed da cave and have been in chill mode ever since. Way hawt out so no desire to be outside even at the cee-mint pond. When we decide to eat, I shall do the inside stuff whilst OYKW grills. Not like he has to stand out there the whole time if’n he does not want to do so. I shall put the N.O.T. in to bake around fourish.
I have a corded mouse. I named him Moosie. I name stuff. Deal.
It’s 84F here at the moment. The terlet backed up again this morning. (I wasn’t on it.) So I go to blow out the drain lines again. (I have a nifty device for that.)
Then I spent a sweaty hour in the garage cutting some pieces of pressure treated wood to fix the gate posts at the ‘little house’.
Oh, and the microwave died last night.
But now I’ve had a shower and some food and I feel better. Don’t know what I’ll do with the afternoon, but I’m pretty sure it will involve sweeping and mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors. Wifey was complaining that they were dirty and I had to open my big mouth. 
We got our new (to us) dryer. 
It’s a big’n. I think it may be a commercial model. Works good.
Onward.
All of the out of town company are safely home. We finished the last of the yard clean up from the tree fall. All we have left to do is B’s Father’s wake Wednesday night.
It is good to see family, but it is also nice when you can settle back into your routine.
The One Where dogbutler Becomes Irked At The Sorting HatTable
So when the boxes come in, the sorter scans it, and uses a spray printer to put on the boxline and truck it goes through. I get the ones with a bad barcode or incomplete info.
I get a box, but it has the label on it already. I relabel it, and send it on. 15min later it’s back. 
So I circle the label and send it on. Then it’s back again. I draw arrows pointing to the label, and… it’s back. So I put labels on all sides, circle the labels, put arrows and the word ACTUNG on each side. Finally it stayed sorted. Then I had to repeat for a couple hundred boxes. But t least the heat index was only 93, when I got out at 0900.
FCM, I’ve had good results with cordless mice.
Hullo, Mumpers!
I was about MetalMouse’s age at the first moon landing. What a stunning achievement. I was so excited the day leading up to it, I couldn’t concentrate on anything.
I walked early today, as it’s sunny and hot. I REALLY miss AC. I may take a cool bath later today.
FCM, sounds like a horrible dream, the kind you’re happy to awaken from.“Free the cages” may be the most ironic phrase I’ve read today.
Taps for @Bumbazine microwave
My cordless whoozit is a track ball, not a mouse. And if I say I’ve never had a battery problem, I know I’m jinxing myself.
I think I’ll go visit Swampy’s house. I’ve always fantasized having two men: one to cook, one to clean!
(gotcha, didn’t I?)
~VOW
Survived rehab, despite having gone up a level on the cross-trainer and an extra pound on the dumbbells.
Sahirrnee: Obviously the next step is to try combining the cinnamon muffin layer with chocolate or banana nut muffin mix.
Rebel Yell Ginger Whiskey neither smells nor tastes particularly like ginger.
The garden is mostly a failure, though three of the cherry tomatoes are bearing fruit (one each) and the oregano and basil seen to have finally decided to show themselves.
Not sure what plans are for supper. We took sausage out of the freezer for last night, but nobody felt like cooking in this vile weather. Oh, for some A/C…
Howdy Y’all! We cooked and et. Now chillage. Still hawt out. So glad for a/c. We did not have a/c when I was a small cub. That happened around the age of twelve. We got central heat and a/c AND color teevee in the same year. We were the Jonses of the 'hood. 
Vow both of us cook and clean. We are each other’s butler.
doggio what can I say. Sometime you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.
Good luck on the interview boofae!
metal mouse, I’m more of a fan of corded mice too.
As to the OP, I was around 6.5 years old and watched the moon landing at my bestie’s house with her, her grandparents and her big brother.
Irked, came home (it was 98F and 102 heat index when I got here), walked Nelson and nuked supper. Now to chill in the studio.
Hi friends.
Not much fit to report, but I’m still alive and reading.
@VOW:
The Incomparable Sunflower pretty much stays out of my kitchen all together. I would never ask her to clean up after me.