We went out for breakfast this morning. This may sound banal, but the last time we went for breakfast was before the surgery. It is one month out, and I am getting back to normal a little at a time.
Stuff has been taken to daughter’s house and I stopped on the way back to pick up my meds and some 'maters. Now what? Hmmmmm.
The past week was pretty productive:
- finished the Christmas cookies
- put up the exterior lighting
- repaired a trellis on the deck (glue, clamps)
- started throwing out handfuls of peanuts for the jays; they’ve become very tame around me, especially one big guy who swoops right down while I’m standing there. He’s been around for several years. I’ve named him “Jay”.
- finished one of my genealogy projects for one of my kids, putting together a 6-generation tree chart. I’ll do the same for his wife next week
- got the rest of the leaves raked into the street for the county to pick up
- made turkey pot pies for the nabes’ Thursday dinner exchange
- today I’ll do the annual smoke detector battery change-out
There’s always starching and ironing FCD’s boxers. Don’t be a slacker.
I’m feeling the luck. Don’t expect much response from me til mid-morning, post 
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And very good news this is. You are doing great at this recovery business Hippie
Morning, everyone. So far today I’ve done a load of laundry, gone grocery shopping for the last minute items I thought of (mainly more cat fud and MOAR WINE!), put up some Christmas decorations, gotten the cats stoned, had breakfast and am currently cooking up a bunch of hamburger and onions for future culinary projects. We go on hard lock-down in 7 hours. Really futzed up my plans for the week, I can tell you! C’est la vie.
Hippie - Good for you! It’s a journey, and I’m glad to see you are well on your way.
Wow. I miss a day and can’t seem to get caught up. What a chatty bunch we are! 
My former colleague died last night. 
She was in a lot of pain and told a friend she wasn’t afraid to die, so I should be relieved for her, but damn, she was only in her early fifties, and my friends who were close to her are grieving hard. Oddly, yesterday evening I kept thinking that she’d die that night and had to remind myself repeatedly that the docs gave her two weeks. I have no idea what that was about. I’m glad she got to enjoy the birthday flowers, even if only for a few hours.
On another note, I keep putting off going to the pharmacy. I keep getting reminders, but I dread having to make a decision once I speak with the pharmacist. Rock, meet hard place.
I think I’ll walk to the store. I had grocery delivery from another store this morning, but they were out of buttermilk, which I want for a salad dressing I’m making tomorrow.
I’m also going to wrap presents. I usually listen to Christmas music, but I just can’t do it this year, just like I can’t bear to put up the tree. So I’ll watch old episodes of the Mary Tyler Moore show and think loving thoughts.
My kids will call today, which makes me happy!
wheelz, glad you’ll be around more often.
Boo, you gave me a nice compliment back there, but I can’t find it. Also, guilty on both counts. Oh, and about handing people baskets through windows: Amtrak windows don’t open. You’re going to have to bat your eyes at a conductor and hope for the best, whatever that best may be. That reminds me of an incident with a conductor who came onto me, but that’s another story for another time.
swampy, I started laughing at the idea of confused stoned people driving the wrong way and haven’t stopped yet.
shoe, I believe the proper way to drink maple syrup is out of a tiny bucket, like the ones they used to use to collect sap. Did you ever read Little House in the Big Woods? I’ve wanted to go to a sugaring-off party ever since. Oh, and question: how do your ratties get exercise? Do they have little wheels to run on? Do you put them through calisthenics like a drill sergeant? Or does one sing Pitbull songs while the rest do Zumba?
Red, my favorite purse was a Vera Bradley my daughter found at a thrift shop. People used to stop me and ask, “Is that a Vera Bradley?” It’s faded a bit after many years of use, so it’s now emeritus and sitting on a shelf.
OW, congrats! You’re the belle of the ball! (Oh, stop, you people.) Maybe you should invite Gentleman Caller over for oysters. 
Nice parody, doggio. Rupert would be proud. And here I imagined you guys sang
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated (ush duties performed with no major mishaps or mayhem), got back to da cave, et Chinese leftovers, and have achieved nappage. Next up make and eat sup, and then haul the biiiiiiiiiiiiig trash can all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow.
Nellie I imagine doggio and co-irkers singin’:
Lunch break, and so far today is going just about as I expected. They’ve put virtually no limits on ticket availability, and the queue has been spilling out of its confines all morning long. And because they’ve cut staff, there’s not enough crowd control. Pretty much nobody is social distancing out there. One of the local news anchors last night pointed out the irony of the stay-at-home order making everything extra-crowded this weekend.
Fortunately I’ve been safely ensconced behind glass.
For some reason there have been a lot of self-entitled customers today too. If there’s one thing I hate more than stupidity, it’s entitlement.
I suppose I shouldn’t complain, as I’ll only have to deal with this for a few more hours until I’m a man of leisure once again. But as one of my cow-orders remarked, it feels like the last day of school. We all just kinda feel like goofing off, and that ain’t possible.
That’s EXACTLY how the last day of school feels for teachers. And a zoo isn’t that much different from a high school. The kids (customers, in your lingo) are spilling out of their confines, and some of them act entitled, figuring it’s the last day of school, so they should get to run wild. Teachers are exhausted and feel like goofing off, but no, too much work to do.
It always amazed me that we had to practically shove kids out the door after the final bell. (Rules from on high.) I’d stand at my battle station and call,“We love you! Get out!”
I walked to the store and got buttermilk and fresh dill. I also got some kind of organic seaweed stuff to sprinkle in the bathtub because I think I’ll soak later on.
Time to wrap presents!
Wrap, wrap, wrap,
they call me the wrapper.
Bath, bath, bath,
is what I’ll do after.
awesome
Supper was turkey, Cauliflower parmesan, and some leftover angel hair pasta. Very white meal. My Roku arrived and it’s set up on the basement TV. I logged in to Netflix and Acorn, but my daughter needs to do the rest of the accounts, since they’re hers. I need to get some seating down there, too.
But that’s for another day. Chillage shall ensue now.
Mrs. L.A. poked fun at me for the care I was taking stacking firewood. ‘Make sure it fits!’
I reminder er of the old adage, ‘Wood stacked right, sure to burn bright.’
She looked at me as if I’d made the adage up right on the spot.
Thank you all for your kind words. I quit all pain meds Wednesday. I quit The Tylonol with Codine pills the day I cam home from the hospital and I was ust taking over the counter Tylonol, but they weren’t really needed after the staples were out. Four days is enough to flush them out of my system. I have a bottle of Coppola’s Claret on the agenda tonight. I haven’t had a glass of wine since November 3rd.
I would be happy to write this up into a home nursing care plan if you would like. I’m heartily in favor of your self-care.
cheers!!
@BippityBoppityBoo
I tentatively plan to over indulge a bit
cheers
Cheers!
(Tullamore Dew)
Cheers!
(Aviation Gin - in about three hours)
Cheers!
(Bullitt rye)
Missed having you around butters
I’m sorry about your friend nellie. I’m glad she was at peace at the end. .
The miso soup will be a go-to when I have the sniffles. There’s enough ginger and lemon in it to break things up a bit. The bulgogi came out well and made for a good bibimbap.
I assembled the new studio chair this afternoon (finally). It took about an hour and some choice words, but it’s comfy. It’s also heavy. I purchased one made for people of generous proportions and that means a lot of steel parts instead of plastic. Glad da Jungle delivered it to the right door. 
It even has a massage feature, but the cord isn’t long enough for use at one desk.
See y’all tomorrow!
Cheers
(Pepsi with Ice)
Evening all. Soccer has been taught and coached, kids were lots of fun to work with and being the advanced age of 10-11 years, they caught on pretty quick. Lots of fun. Then drove around and listened to the Browns try to hand the tackleball game to the Titans, but fail. Dinner was wave-cooked Fettuchini Alfredo.
Hippy, enjoy the wine and the over-indulgence; figure you’ve earned it.
nellie, sorry to hear about former colleague. Hope the kids cheered you up.
OK, I’m tired and will be heading to bed at an early hour this evening. All ya’ll take care and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
L’chaim!
(red wine)