Swampy, you crack me up. The tree was only about eight feet tall, so it’s not like it was a huge tree. Just another mess to clean up in the yard. It won’t take long to break up at all. I just won’t be doing it today.
I’ve returned from my haircut and color job, and the grocery store. The store was packed, but it’ll be worse in the next few days, so I"m glad I went today.
Tonight’s dinner will be chili. It’s a cold, dreary day. The perfect weather for some chili.
Hubby is home and glad to be home. I’m goofing off for a few minutes before I start cleaning the kitchen and the house. It’s a disaster. While I’m goofing off, I’m enjoying a nice glass of diet coke and black cherry rum. What the hell, the weekend has begun.
I’ve got a big pot of chili going on the stove and have finished a tasty cocktail. That’s about all I’ve got going on. Oh, and I sliced the hell out of my finger when I was cutting the beef for the stew.:rolleyes:
Broccoli sounds yummy, taxi, although a bit too buttery. Also, I would just nuke it rather than blanching.
I was intimidated by sock-knitting, too, but the videos I watched helped me understand the pattern I’m knitting from. Also, I’m knitting with fairly inexpensive yarn, so if they don’t turn out perfect, I won’t be devastated.
Long long long day. Although I took a longish lunch and went to the new burger place around the corner. Very yummy burgers.
Off to knit some more and ponder what else to do tonight.
I bought cheap yarn for the first pair of socks too, gt. I’m looking forward to using nice yarn some day, but until I figure it out, it’s gonna be cheap yarn.
No sneaking away without needing to do one more good deed for the neighbor.
Long-time readers may remember the neighbor who got clobbered in a car crash, and how I drove him around for a couple of errands until he got a new vehicle.
Well, he called up today from the hospital because his van was parked in a short-term spot and he quite sensibly didn’t want it to be towed, so I went over and retrieved the van. Don’t really know what’s wrong with him other than it’s a problem with a foot. He’s diabetic, so it could easily become a serious problem.
Now I know why traditional vans went out of style. You’ve got zero visibility to the rear, the thing rattled and creaked all the way, and it had the throttle response of an aircraft carrier.
Careful with those, tho. Lots of “no sugar” and “diabetic appropriate” stuff doesn’t have sucrose but still has lactose or fructose. My mother still refuses to believe that the reason her two lactose-intolerant children refuse to eat her favorite brand of “sugar-free” cookies is that they make us sick. We’ve considered the option of being sick on her bedclothes, but it doesn’t seem very polite…
Yay for you, SmartyPants, and it is -great- to see you again. Sending good vibes your way.
LiLi, I know you’re feeling overwhelmed, but you and especially Nat will learn to roll with things. I’m recently diagnosed diabetic too (type II) and this year I’m giving to diabetes research for a cure.
Thank goodness it’s the weekend. I’ve got Turkey Day grocery shopping to do, that will probably be on Sunday morning. You just know that the stores are going to be crazy on Saturday (and Sunday for that matter).
When I opened the house refrigerator this morning there was a spider dangling inside the door. Eeeew.
Otherwise, not much else new. I’m hoping that my dad will get out of the hospital today, but I’m not really holding my breath. I think that they are going to keep giving him blood and then checking his numbers. And it takes four hours to give him just one bag of blood.
I never did figure out what to eat after battling the spider so I guess I’d better go try again.
{{{{LiLi}}} The first few weeks will be really stressful, but after that you will start to settle into some semblance of a routine. I remember when we came home from the hospital with HRH, the prospect of trying to give her the epilepsy medication every 12 hours was daunting, plus I imagined every twitch or shrug was another seizure. But the truth is, after a while, the illness and the treatment become as much a part of your daily routine as having a bath or brushing his hair.
I am all booked for my “procedures” tomorrow - we have to be at the hospital at 7:30am tomorrow, after fasting from midnight. All this means is that I will be hungry and grumpy, especially as it means I won’t be able to have my morning dose of Chantix/Champix (3 weeks smoke-free and counting!).
Up, dressed, breakfasted, tired. Going to a church bazaar with Nat in a little bit.
I’m going to the Carrot Common for stuff later. That area is so obnoxiously healthy that it always makes me want fries and a double bacon cheeseburger. Last time I was there I think I was wearing a leather coat. I think I got a lot of hostile glances.
Going to our friend’s house for dinner and 99 tonight.
I’m kind of bummed, my daughter found out she has to work Thanksgiving…from noon until 8:30. She didn’t get to spend Thanksgiving with us last year either.
She usually has Thursdays off because of school, but the manager of the Safeway deli screwed her over. Plus, she has to work Wednesday and close both the produce section and the deli. She was so angry when she came home.
She said that she was going to quit if the manager didn’t give her vacation time. She wanted to take vacation over the summer, but couldn’t because everyone else seemed to be on vacation. She wants the week after Christmas off because she and her boyfriend are planning to fly back to Missouri. I hope she gets it. I didn’t say anything to her about quitting, because I didn’t want to fan the flames, so to speak. I’ll wait until she’s calmed down.
Not much else going on here. Just another wet, grey day.
My dad is back in the Cath Lab again. It appears he’s caught in a vicious cycle. Several years ago he had gastric bypass. Ever since then, he’s supposed to take Prilosec and recently he ran out. This created ulcers and lots of internal bleeding. The loss of blood put stress on his heart and caused the heart attack. While he’s been here, he’s been getting blood and they thought that the ulcer was healing itself. It wasn’t and his blood count has gone down again and stressed his heart again.
So, anyways, I’m just sitting here waiting for the surgery to be over.
The doc came to see me shortly after I wrote that. His heart’s ok. He just feels crappy when his bp goes so low. They’re going to do a test to find out where he’s bleeding from. Now I’m just waiting for them to let me back into his room.
What the hell, the weekend has begun.
