I’m home from the armpit, got in last night and was exhausted.
We got some stuff out of the attic but still haven’t found my dishes or flatware. However I found some old dishes of my mother’s that I’m taking. My mother is on a roll with getting rid of stuff so I’m happy to have more plates and she’s happy to be getting rid of shit.
We also brought home birthday cake.
My new surgery date is June 17.
Much to do and feeling like I’m running out of time to do it.
Still raining here, and chilly. But I’m done glazing - I’ll let everything dry overnight and tomorrow, I’ll put a new coating of kiln wash on the shelves - it will keep pieces from sticking if the glaze drips. Then I can load it up and fire away!
Someone donated a metric buttload of yarn to the AARP group and it’s going to my mom’s house. She’s going to sort it then dole it out to whoever wants it. I shouldn’t have to buy yard for a LOOOOOOOONG time from what she tells me. I just hope it’s not mostly wool, because that’s not good for use in nursing homes - you can’t just toss it in the washer and dryer. We shall see.
doggio, by the third reconciliation, I was ready to roast somebody in the depths of Sloar.
Still irking on all of the crap that all of the departments just have to have by month end and, even though they have known things were messed up for 2-3 weeks, they keep hoping that elves will magically solve their inventory variances.
Howdy from da cave! TPTB sent out an email at one-thirty sayin’ their orifice would be closin’ at two. We took that as a hint. I told both [del]minions[/del] assistants to go ahead and but out. I left at two-thirty. Thus, let the weekend begin!
Burgers and chips for dindin. The burgers will have lettuce, tomato, and onion on 'em so that makes it all healthy. Fresh veggies are always healthy and thus make everything else healthy. It’s a rule. I just made it up.
I shall spend my bonus day off tomorrow MOOOOOOM style. I shall smoke chikin ‘n ribs, and while that’s goin’ on, I shall mow da cave yahd. Later on in the day I get to clean the smoker. Y’all jealous?
I am allowin’ OYKW to be grillmeister. See I am gettin’ better about this stuff. Time was I would have pitched a brayin’ jackass fit over the idea of somebody besides moi even thinkin’ about touchin’ the sacred grill. The royal smoker, however, is still, mine, all mine!
I hope you and Mooom get a good chikin’ and rib buzz, swampy.
After dealing with a system that was slower than mud all afternoon, I’m glad to be home. Sriracha shrimp and poke stir fried with little carrots, the last of the baby portobellos and some mustard greens. It’s enough to clear my sinuses.
That was weird. I was sitting here feeling drowsy, so I hauled my carcass to my recliner. Next thing I know, it’s 6:15 and the evening news is on, and I was completely discombobulated. Guess I was tired. I think the icky weather might have contributed.
But the rain has passed and tomorrow’s going to be warmer and sunny, so huzzah!
flytrap it’s 1-800-MIRACLE. Be prepared to wait on hold for a while though. Gettin’ through to the Vatican is almost as tough as gettin’ through to your cellphone provider. Bein’ the uber Whiskypalian that I am, I have the Presiding Bishop’s number in my caller ID, because sometimes I get so tired of her callin’ me up and askin’ for advice that I’ll be all, “Not her again!” and don’t answer.
And on that note, the old folks down here in south Jawja shall betake themselves to the bedstid for the night. We’s tahrd.
To the guy who ran across 4 lanes of traffic at a blind curve in front of my truck with his German Sheppard rather than wait for the signal: You may be old and want to die, but I bet your dog doesn’t share your views.:mad:
That being said, it’s my Firday, I have hockey, a cold beer, and a warm dog. Life is good.
I hope to get more work done on it in the days to come.
