WOW! That’s so pretty!
Awww. Mine were like that the past couple of days. And loudly demanding we do something about it. Love the haiku!
This Mortal Coil are playing on the iPod. Another Day, on the ‘It’ll End In Tears’ album. Nineteen-bloody-eighty-four. Makes me feel old.
Reminds me of Portishead (which at least is a decade or less newer, depending on the album).
My three kids’ high school does team slam poetry as a varsity sport. Culture in the rolling sea of tall prairie grass.
I have returned from free produce day. The actual produce is getting pretty thin, we got a dozen cucumbers and a bag of onions.the rest of the boxes were filled with a large bag of frozen chicken legs and thighs, a package of cooked, sliced chicken, a loaf each of potato and sourdough breads, a bag each of hotdog rolls, mini croissants and bagels, a dozen eggs a package of hot dogs, spaghetti noodles, tomato sauce and some canned veggies along with assorted other stuff that we don’t use. We took what we wanted and I took the remaining two boxes to my ex office.
I wish this program wasn’t just local, I know there are folks here who would benefit from a couple of boxes of random groceries once a week. Besides that, who doesn’t like a free mystery box!
It was really nice to have lunch with my friend again, I’m not fully caught up on all the gossip but she told me about most of the big stuff!
FCM paper tole is a perfect example of a hobby that I admire but wouldn’t want to do. Back when I was in my Victorian stage, I was all about lace and ribbons. I borrowed a book on tole and then had the sense to realize that once started there wouldn’t be any turning back.
shoe have you looked at unemployment? As I recall, loosing hours like you are doing is called under-employed and maybe you can get a few pennies from them for it.
So far, I feel fine. And my daughter said apart from a snotty nose, Roxy’s pretty much back to normal. As for potty training, she has good days and bad, but I think successes exceed ooops. She’s getting there.
I made the London Broil according to this recipe that my daughter shared with me. Very yum - highly recommended. I’m going to buy another hunk o’cow to take to the inlaws and I’ll mix up the marinade and take it. I think they’ll enjoy it.
I have to plan for 3 or 4 suppers, so the broil, smoked chicken, ribs, and then we’ll order from Sonny’s. I’m going to bake cookies - FIL has a serious sweet tooth - as well as the sour cream 'nanner bread. Not sure what else we’ll take, but I expect it’ll be a full cooler.
Anyway, supper is done, kitchen is tidy, and I think I earned some chillage.
That’s good news ( I think) about Pixel sunny. I hope he keeps it up.
I hope that Roxy feels better soon Moooooooom.
shoe, I know what you mean about the fragmented job hunting sites. I had to unsubscribe from one that was sending sixteen emails (yes, really, I counted them) a day with the same job listings, none of which was in my field. I had to specify only weekly notification for a couple of the other offenders who occasionally had something of interest in their listings.
I took a mental healthy day (aka played hooky) today. I submitted resumes for several jobs of interest in inventory management or quality assurance, have ~ 3/4 of the fall / Thanksgiving cards made in the studio, have played at least 30 rounds of fetch with Nelson, read a few chapters of the current book and stayed in my jammies all day. I needed this. 
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
… thus taking time away from applying for actual, real-paying jobs.
The application process ain’t just a few minutes.
It’s a “fun” Catch-22.
(“Applying for jobs is a full-time job!”)
[-] said somebody employed, cheerfully
Good for you! 
Glad you had your mental health day. It is needed, and never built in to any schedule that I have ever seen.
Le sigh. Nothing like a hard kick in the ass when you are trying to get on your feet.
The last time I applied I did the application online in about 10 minutes. Of course, that was a different state and almost 10 years ago. When it comes to bureaucracy, nothing ever changes for the better.
Pajama days are important, red! I’m glad you didn’t waste yours being sick.
Evening all. The Parks Department closed the sports fields despite it having been a clear day with no rain…guess the drenching we got yesterday and last night was enough. Long as the fields are open on Saturday… Pretty much laid about the house, watching soccer (Euro Nations League semi) and do a little cleaning. Cheeseburger has been consumed so all necessary (and maybe a couple unnecessary) calories have been taken on-board. 6:20pm local and already dusk has settled in, with dark to follow in about 25 minutes.
Nellie, just before entering High School (1968) I rode my bike past the Jr. High field and saw these guys kicking something. Stopped by to watch, talked to the coach, and next thing you know…well, to be honest I was (and still am) a terrible soccer player, but the game got into my blood and when youth programs got started in the mid-1970’s, I volunteered and… It was sheer luck, there was probably 15-20 schools with high school soccer then in Ohio, I just was at a school that had one. Planning on doing it (coaching and refereeing) until I’m 72, then I’ll re-evaluate how I’m doing and decide if I continue on or not.
The only sport’s poem I remember is attributed to Muhammed Ali, back in the days when he was known as Cassius Clay. It’s very easy to remember:
Seanette, I follow a webpage called “Good Mythical Morning” with a couple of characters doing…stuff. One thing they do is try every flavor of a certain product. Here they are sampling…well, the title tells you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVq-o5dL6jk&list=PLJ49NV73ttrsUefw67wH_pnEJ5KwJZ7lN&index=49
{{shoe}}. Just because.
OK, time to do some internettin’ then watch some tackleball while reading (Grantville Gazette IX, a collection of short stories set in an alternative universe). Everybory have a good night.
Whelp, I mostly finished my museum piece, but have discovered that my shop floor isn’t, well flat, so that means I’m gonna need to adjust all the damn drawers. Getting even gaps on a set of 7 drawers is a PITA. also this is all working at below counter level. My knees and back don’t like that much. But it’ll pay rent for about 2 months.
shoe I hear ya on the applying for help. The little company I own hasn’t turned a profit since late 2019, (museums, covid) but trying to fight through the bureaucracy to find out if I can get some funds is daunting. I all too often just find myself shutting down rather than try to figure all that crap out.
All the best to doggos, cattos, rattos, and any other pets I may have missed. And all good on y’all. ( I feel I can use “y"all” since I lived in NC for a few years. But it does feel weird, being a new englander.)
Last night I messaged the cardiologist, and asked if she could at least let me know whether the lab result might affect my gastric bypass plans. This morning she replied: my surgery has to be postponed. 
I won’t know any more until I meet with her on Wednesday.
I’ve been a little beside myself all day. My liquid diet was supposed to start in just 11 days! And if the delay is more than a month or so, there could be a big ripple effect: I might have to re-do some older tests, my company’s health insurance plans will be changing in January so the approval process could be different/might have to start all over, etc. There are so many moving parts and dependencies with all of this. I actually cried twice today, once after I saw the doc’s message and then again after I contacted the bariatric center and got the cancellation notifications for all of the pre-op and post-op appointments that had been scheduled (including the Zoom nutrition class I was supposed to have attended this evening). After four months of tests and appointments and classes and work, I was three weeks away from starting my new chapter.
(I’m actually more worried/upset about the surgery stuff than I am about my heart. How f***ed up is that?!)
I know there are/will be silver linings, and I’m sure that tomorrow — or the next day — I’ll be able to start appreciating them. But right now, I’m just really sad and disappointed and still kind of out of sorts. I think I’ll try to go to bed a little early.
I’ve been thinking about you, dear shoe. You’re a smart, savvy, dedicated, reliable worker. If I owned a business in your area, I’d hire you in a flash, but you definitely need a job that pays more than what you’ve been getting. I know how frustrating and annoying it can be when people suggest things you’ve already tried or that are unrealistic or that just plain don’t work for you, so forgive me. please, if that’s what I’m doing now.
I wish you could find on-the-job training, as it would sure put you in a better position to get more lucrative jobs. Have you tried Michigan Works!?
The sauce for my cavatappi and meatballs is about ready, sipping a Vieux Carré.
I use it too. But I still get mistaken for Canadian. Not sure what that’s aboot, eh?
: crosses appropriate and inappropriate appendages for red :
Feel better, Roxstar!
I played in 2nd grade, but quit after I was trampled by my own team. Now I follow a less violent sport. Hockey.
This is me.
And a very difficult answer, to my parents etc. et al. who are all, “Why haven’t you done X? Or Y? Or Z? And why haven’t you finished A, B, and C yet ?!?”
Jesus. Just “y” is weeks of effort, and “a” is a shitshow of bureaucracy. Completing x, y, z, a, b, AND c would require months off of work.
You gonna pay me for all that time off work?
No?
Then 
off.
If it makes you feel any better - and it shouldn’t - but I’d react the same way.
Being more upset about the bureaucracy than the actual effects on my health? Yeah, that sounds familiar.
No (not yet) but thank you for the resource link. Will investigate further.
Threw a couple more applications out. Not AT ALL checking my email obsessively.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave
found this via a link on a music site seems this lady makes all kinds of feline-themed covers, its sorta amateur anyone who owns or has owned a cat .can relate
Looks yummy. Printed it out, which means I have a chance of actually making it. I have hundreds of bookmarked recipes, but I still prefer paper recipes, especially if I want to make notes.
This is a very reasonable response. Something that you have been planning for months/years, has now been put on hold due to something out of the blue. Hope the heart stuff is not so bad and/or easily fixed and you can go back to planning your gastric bypass.
In the last months I bought Flamin Hot Cheetos and Jalepeno Cheddar Cheetos. They do not satisfy my desire for unhealthy cheesy snack, as there is very little cheese taste. I will have to make my own. Actually, Swampy’s cheesy things are far better and are rather easy to make. Just a bit dangerous to have in the house.
So I’m giving up on buying Cheetos.
Today’s our last day of vacation, so lots of stuff to do. Started a load of laundry, which will be followed by two more loads. Already cleaned both bathroom sinks and the kitchen floor. Still need to go to the stores (grocery, beverage market, electronics) and plant 55 bulbs. Finally it has dried out enough, so I should be able to do that today.
Still have to call the financial person to figure out what to do with financial stuff. Really don’t like financial stuff and would love to avoid it, but I’m trying to pass myself off as a responsible adult. Hubby’s even worse than me, regarding financial stuff.
Time to get dressed and go to the first store. The other ones will wait for hubby’s return.
Happy Friday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 72 Amurrkin out and cloudy (been rainy which is what woke me up) with a predicted high of 74 with rain/tstorms/apocalypse for the day. Mowage did not happen yestiddy due to bein’ too wet and then rain. Obviously it will not happen today. Oh well. Good day to stay inside and dry and hone the sloth skills. Sup shall be grilled steaks, sallit, baked N.O.T. with fixin’s and cheesey garlic bread.
{{{Oopsie}}} it’s OK to be upset and frustrated. You had yourself all psyched up for the surgery and the delay is a huge letdown.
Die funny you should mention cheese thangs. Someone has been makin’ sad puppy dawg eyes at me the past couple of days in an effort to get me to make some.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah,
Happy Firday Y’all!
Darn you, MetalMouse!!! I don’t need another online addiction!!! 
That’s me and volleyball. I got tired of my teammates stomping on me while going after the ball. Plus I prefer individual sports - Tennis was my game in my long-lost youth, and I liked racquetball, too. Not that I sport any longer.
shady - that was hilarious!!
That was us. Luckily, our credit union here has a financial advisor and it doesn’t cost us to see him. He helped us distribute our 401k funds in comfortably conservative investments and we should not have to worry about money in our retirement. Had it not been for Dave, I know we’d have made some really bad choices. Plus he recommended the lawyer we used for our wills, and she gave us good estate advice also. I count that as successful adulting.
SIL should be here within an hour or 2, and he and I will get the crib out of the attic and loaded into the truck. Then he’ll go to work and I’ll wrangle Roxy for the day. Since I’ll be in the basement anyway, I’ll haul the dirty clothes down and do laundry. It’s not a good hang-clothes-out day - the dryer must suffice.
And so it begins… Happy Firday!!