I wrote a short story, and posted on my blog yesterday, a short story. I share it here only because… well, it is about the moon, and it is mundane and pointless, so…
Johnny Rocket Lives Forever on the Moon
It is safe for work if you’re interested…
I read this over & over, and laughed & laughed. Military slang? If so, I’m totally unfamiliar with it. Lay it on me, you have a new audience for your puns!
@Sahirrnee that response-rant was a thing of pure beauty.
But you’re preachin’ to the choir here, donchaknow, and I hope you have the energy to whomp some future Karen in her mindhole with that chunk o’wisdom.
I posted in last week’s MMP last night by accident, but had nothing important to say anyway.
But today is a Blessed Day Off Entirely To Myself, and I haven’t had one of those in a dog’s age, it seems like.
I even got groceries last night on my way home, so don’t hafta do that!
Someone tipped us a one-dollah winning lottery ticket yesterday. My manager was gonna chuck it in the trash, but I was amused enough to take it. Why?
Hint: I had to ask what the process was to redeem it.
I’ve never had a winning lottery ticket before!
Mostly cuz I don’t buy 'em, and it’s not like a bucket list item of mine or anything, but hey - it’ll be a thrilling new experience. Or something.
So for today … lessee here … I have several plants languishing in too-small pots and would like to repot them.
The outside and especially top of my microwave is yucky and needs defilthification.
Several rattie groups - nearly all of them, really - are languishing in dirty enclosures, and need re-potting, too! 
Plus I suppose redeeming the dollah ticket, since I went & said I would!
Shoot. Realistically, that’s the whole day right there!
Chillage must, of course, also be scheduled into the agenda.
Oh, and to add to the Mumper litany of dying appliances: my hot water heater went kaput last week, and my increasingly-yucky self is reeeeeally hoping that some nice semi-competent human will appear & fix the damn thing today. I tried but couldn’t make the pilot click back on. I paid my gas bill an’ everything!
Having cold-making things (freezer, A/C) is so important in summer, but surprisingly, so is this one hot-making thing!
I wanna wash me. I don’t necessarily so much wanna wash the dishes, but they’re stacking up & disgusting & I already gave up and bought plastic forks and paper plates.
Ah, and {{ hugggzz }} to @SurrenderDorothy just because.
Didn’t mention before - my baby bro is having (has had?) surgery this morning to repair an aneurysm in his brain. Haven’t heard anything from anyone yet, but send a few good thoughts his way if you can spare them. And by baby bro, I mean he’s (next month) 64.
FCM: Hope your brother’s surgery goes much better than my sister’s did. She had a stroke in the OR, and spent the next few months in hospital. She lived a couple years longer, but I don’t think her aneurysm was ever fixed.
Metal Mouse, I definitely can’t claim (and won’t accept) the title “knight” – by the time I finally hooked up with the SCA I was too old and slow to take up fighting. (Yes, there are people still fighting who are 20-30 years older than I was then, but they’ve been doing it for a good 30 years.) My interests were heraldry, cookery, and Renaissance dance.
shoe, that’s Navy slang. “Bum gerbils” comes from “buon giorno”, Italian for “good morning”. A “locker” in the Navy is any closable storage space – cabinet, closet, drawer, &c – and rain is falling water, so it should be obvious what a “rain locker” is. 
Commissary have lifted their limits on meat purchases – last time I was there it was two beef, two pork, or one of each. I’ve seen/heard a bunch of people complaining about the dearth of packaged lunch meat; that section of the coolers was about half full, but there was almost no bacon. There was plenty of fresh fruit, and I picked up some plums, bananas (which were actually yellow, for a change!), and nectarines.
I think the housemate is planning on grilling steaks tonight…
Hey everybody! Happy Tuesday! I really tried to post yesterday, but, well . . .
I guess this is as good a time as any to admit to you, my friends who live in my shiny thinking box, that not everything is wonderful in wiki-land, and hasn’t been in quite a while. Not all the details will be shared, even I have a limit to my TMI, but suffice it to say that my health in general has gone swirling down the commode. I had to have a ramp built out front, as I just cannot do most stairs any longer. I can’t just use my too cool, handmade just for me as a gift in Alaska, by an Alaskan, who actually dug the willow branch out of the riverbank diamond willow walking stick to assist me, it’s either the walker or the chair. I have to wait for days when the sil (needs a nick) is home to work in the front yard, as that is 99% in ground flower beds, which means I have to get on the ground and kinda crawl around to work, and getting back up is now proving to be an issue. I hurt all the time. On top of that, my autoimmune, arthritis, and spine issues also are causing me to have some cognitive dysfunction . . . and I turned 60 this year and my hair is turning silver and my two grandchildren by the Princess and #1sil are getting too old too fast and I never get to see them . . . RAWR!
None of the above needs sympathy or even empathy, it’s just facts in explanation, and mostly for the people who are still here from back when I used to post stories, frequently accompanied by photos, as to why I am so absent. I miss being active here, and weaning myself from the book of faces will, hopefully, prod me into actually writing over here more frequently.
I have been up for 3 hours and there are still no sounds of stirring from the kids. I need coffee. I am being nice because my daughter is so very pregnant, and it’s going to be another hot day. I will post again after I have been properly caffeinated.
Thank you for being a place where I can say these things and know that it’s a safe place to be vulnerable. 
MMPLand has to allow horses or I’m not going.
Just read yesterday that Taco Bell is dropping at least seven of their menu items (4 of which were my favorites) and adding some new ones. Time for you to go get your favorites while you can!
kai - you must be out of warranty, huh?? 
Sorry your new normal is less mobile - getting older ain’t for sissies! Glad you’ve popped in!
SCAd - you couldn’t find a way to slip gedunk into your post? I’m guessing you’re retired Navy? I made it 11 years in uniform before I took my crayons and left. Well, left for the civilian side for 26 years, and the contractor side on and off for 8 more years. I live in the county that’s home to NAS Patuxent River and I worked for 10 of those 26 years aboard NSWC Dahlgren, VA. Bottom line, I’ve been in and around the Navy since 1973.
Roxy is still sleeping - I guess the fresh air and heat wore her little self out! I’ve decided that supper will be pasta and salad. Now, back to chillage.
Hi wiki this is a good place for all that. Nobody’s life is sunshine and roses, and if it is, they’re lying or about to get a “fun” change of pace.
Hiya, nice to meetcha, I’m the resident optimist around here.
Also, imma borrow/steal the ^^ quote; it’s a terrific way to describe my not-so-imaginary friends!
FCM: Retired Navy indeed – 21+ years, mostly in submarines. My brother did 20, retiring five years before I enlisted, but two of his kids went into the Army. 
Is NavSWC Dahlgren the place that used to be DTNSRDC?
Unless they work on a rose farm in Australia, which I’ve done, briefly; It was OK, but I got sunburnt and stabbed a lot.
Buon Giorno!
I got up early and went for a walk while it was still cool. Unfortunately, my eye med refill wasn’t ready yet, so I have to go out into the sunshine and heat. I’ll wear my big hat and sunscreen and hope for the best.
swampy, I’ll shine sneakers! Socks, too. They might be a little stiff, but you’ll dazzle your friends and neighbors. 
wiki, that’s a tough row to hoe there. Autoimmune stuff is hard, and being in pain 24/7 is the pits. All that stuff sucks up emotional and physical energy to handle the other frustrations and disappointments in life. Hang in there. You DO have friends here.
Not sure - I was there aboard a tenant command. And virtually all of my career has been with the brown shoe Navy. Spousal unit was a sub sailor for a brief time, then changed his rate to OS, went to Gitmo, got hurt, and was medical’d out.
I started out as an AT, went NESEP, and went over to the Dark Side and discovered I was not officer material, plus being married to an E didn’t help. Moral of the story - don’t just chase the money. 
Bro’s surgery went well. He was out before noon and they’re keeping him in the ICU till this evening. Then they’ll hold him overnight and barring complications, he’ll go home tomorrow. So a big WHEW there!
Supper is ziti bake and salad. I’s stahvink!!
Well played, Nuts. Well played.
I finally called mgmt. co. and played to humor ("calling to check back on that water heater, my co-workers are hoping I can shower as much as I do, and I wanna wash my dishes-- I mean, I don’t wanna wash them, but you know … ") and I got a text a few minutes ago that Mr. Hopefully Competent Man should be here by 5.
In the meantime (and don’t tell Swampy et al. they’ll be need of a faintin’ couch) I let Wally Woild do my cooking, in the form of chicken soup from their deli that just needed heatin’ up. I doctored it with heavy doses of croutons, and am eating from a proper ceramic bowl thankyouverymuch cuz I’m a wee bit suspicious of nuking the disposable kind.
Not so much because I’m all hand-flappy about Teh Chemikalzz in plastics but because my microwave is a BEAST and can easily melt/scorch the mere mortals among us.
My sunflower and basil are re-potted into a nice, big pot.
Half done.
The pot, uh, weed, uh, cannabis is all still rootbound in yogurt cups. I have a municipal recycling bin (yes, really!) from clear out across the country down in DFW (I think it’s from a defunct program when they upgraded to the big rolling bins) that came in handy during Dah Big Move and will now be repurposed as a giant planter.
Too bad it’s fire engine red, since my pot plants have this weird habit of re-homing themselves in the night. 
Yeah, I know, I’m tempting the same to happen again.
To quote the late, great, Tony Soprano, “Hey. Whaddyagonnado?”
Oh gawd imma gettin’ old. Nice Competent Man showed up and I thought, “Are you old enough to drive that vehicle?”
When did this HAPPEN to me?
Anyway, he fixed the damn thing, and showed me a quick tutorial so’s hopefully I can avoid this song and dance (note to self: the BLACK WIRE was loose. Repeat, self, check the black wire on the right side.) and there was a very comforting WHOOOSH of fire and brimstone. 
He assured me it takes half an hour or so to get the whole tank heated. I was expecting, like,
three or four hours until I could shower or clean any dishes - hiya, super Pollyanna type here, howyadoing - but OMG I CAN WASH MY HAIR this very day. I was afraid it would do that white-person pseudo-“dreadlocks” matted crap soon.
I’m not that much of the stoner hippie type, I swears it. Too much anxiety and too many years in the corporate world (and I.T. !) to pull off the crappy dreads and full-on stoner vibe now, no matter how much sativa vs. indica rules my workaday life now.
It’s too hot to do anything for the rest of the day. There, I’ve decreed it. I don’t feel like going to my mom’s, though I should call her. I really don’t want to run, though I will make myself go in a general forward-facing direction on the treadmill, then lift heavy things after for a few minutes until maybe I feel like lifting other heavy things. But it’s just too hot to do anything but go back to sleep, to doze in a nice cool room and pretend like I’ve got nothing to do when, even during a pandemic, I have a million things to do. And what’s more, I feel even MORE guilty for not doing them than I did when we were crazy busy simply because in theory there’s nothing stopping me from doing said things. But, my mom moved to town and I go to see her almost every day so she doesn’t get lonely, so that’s a nearly 2-hour daily thing that replaced the other daily two hour things I already had pre-pandemic.
Anywho, just downed a giant bowl of fresh cherries and a couple of pieces of cheese. Now guzzling water in the hopes I’ll suddenly feel inspired or energetic. A girl can dream. I think I’ll see what I can do to not go to mom’s tonight.
Mom needs hobbies. Can you put her to work making masks?
Supper was good. But it was my last frozen sack o’sauce. Ergo, tomorrow I shall venture to Aldi for some ground beef and 'shrooms to make a new batch of sauce.
I watered my planters out front, and I’ve got the sprinkler going on one droopy area of the garden. Not sure where I’ll put it next, but it’s dry out there…
Other than that, max chillage!
So they had to shut off the water in the building this morning, so I had to nap while funky. It hit 98 today, so I’m glad Gordie doesn’t have to go much
Or a a brewery.
VOW, Mumperland would rock. Although considering our cooking skills, we’d all weigh 500lbs. And WetOne, horses, too.
Sucks about the water heater, shoe
: crosses appropriate and in appropriate apendages for FairyChatBro :
{{{{wiki}}}} But silver is a good color. 
It’s hot here, too, though it’s not very humid. I’ll be making stuffed Italian sweet peppers, shishitos in olive oil, and perhaps summer squash tonight.