Up, neither sheveled nor caffinated (thou the latter will need to change) & off to do things I shouldn’t be doing (stoopit sprain). I’ll shevel after I come home & nap.
{{{DeeDee}}} - I remember when I heard about a former boss dying. He was the man who hired me for my first engineering job in '85, and he was a great mentor and an all-around nice guy. I’d already moved 800 miles away when he retired and I got an email from a former coworker that he’d died 2 years after retiring - he was only 62!! I hadn’t seen him in years, but it really crushed me. He was far too young.
Oh yeah, I’m 62 and (sorta) retired… :eek:
Another night of weird dreams, because it’s not very likely that **FCD **and I will sell our 3-bedroom house and move into a 1-room cabin - especially a cabin that no longer exists! I dreamed we were moving into the cabin my grandparents had on the Magothy River - even tho I know they sold the property decades ago and the cabin has long since been replaced by a real house. Plus in the dream, the cabin was wired for cable. And there was a guy with a knife trying to stab me. Yep… Weird dream.
Critters have been tended to, altho I need to clean their water fountain. I’ve got a load in the washer. **FCD **got up and went right back to bed - he’s been in a lot of pain. I’m glad he sees his surgeon on Monday. And it’s actually 70°! I’ve opened the house till it warms up above 75° - ah, bliss! After this weekend, we’re supposed to stay out of the 90s - here’s hoping.
When the clock shows a more decent hours, I’ll don grubbies and go mow the ditch. Till then, I shall sloth.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 75 Amurrkin out and mostly sunny with a predicted high of 93 and sunny for the day. We plan on a day of sloth at the cee-mint pond and not much else. Feedin’ shall consist of foragin’ da fridge. There’s all kinds of sammich makin’s etc in there.
{{{DeeDee}}} so sorry about all the yuck goin’ on. I say go see your husband’s grandmother. Irkstuff has a tendency to be there and will most likely be there when you get back.
Hope both of you are feelin’ better today Nettie and ruble.
OK that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day!
First load hanging on the lines, second load in the washer. Once I hang that stuff out, I’ll don grubbies and get out the mower. I don’t wanna, but I gotta… ugh.
Well, rats. The rain stopped last evening and the weather is cloudly but clear this morning, so I went ahead and put on my referee uniform…and the Parks and Rec people closed the fields and cancelled the games. I think that they ‘baby’ the fields too much here, we usually lose 1-2 games a season due to the weather, even if there is no rain on the day of the game.
Guess I’ll get out of the uniform and consider breaking fast.
It’s a sunny 75 degrees outside, supposed to get up to 87.
Then the temps drop a bit for next week. That means we can start doing some irk outside again.
I have no idea what I am doing, right now, or later. I have a huge blurf. Between the dog and my bladder I didn’t get much sleep.
Mowage is done. Mostly. I did a bare minimum and I don’t wanna do any more. So I quit. **FCD **is snoozing and I’m dripping sweat. I don’t want to disturb him to shower and I can’t shower in the hall bathroom because I’d have to sit around in a towel, and that aint’ happening. So I’ll rehydrate and cool down and let him sleep a little longer. Because I"m nice, dammit!
Holy fuck. I was eating lunch and I chomped extremely hard into my tongue and there was blood everywhere. (Stupid thing to do - no wonder people think I’m an idiot.) It hurts like fuck, there’s a gigantic open wound, and I didn’t finish my lunch and don’t know when I can even eat again.
Oh, and near-suicidal depression plus anxiety equals not good times. Ugh.
Howdy Y’all! In from the cee-mint pond for a bit. There’s thunderatin’ in the distance. Looks like we won’t get anything out of it but still until we can’t hear thunder, no bein’ in the cee-mint pond. That is a hard and fast rule.
{{{Midget}}} sounds like we should include you in the request for a do over week. Hang in there!
Wishing all a do-over for the past week. ((((Hugs)))) and booze and chocolates all around.
Big grass is mowed. Still need to get out the big weed whacker and knock down the bits that I can’t get with the mower, and the flower beds are disgracefully in need of weeding. But we are currently on our 61st day straight of temperatures above 90, so screw it. Might happen this evening. Might happen in October.
Groceries bought and stowed away. Drove over to the next little town to pick up some BBQ for dinner. The BBQ joint is actually a catering facility owned by some former classmates, but they’ve recently started opening for Saturday lunch. I’ve been meaning to get out there to support old friends, anyway, but after sampling the pulled pork sandwich? Holy wow! I’d drive a lot farther for that grub! (Also? Banana bread pudding with bourbon caramel sauce. Oh my Dog!)
The rest of the day will probably be spent folding laundry and watching Olympics, indoors in the AC.
We went to our usual cafe for brunch - **FCD **had breakfast and I had lunch. Once we got home, I cleaned the critters’ drinking fountain. Now I’m chillin’. Dunno what else the day holds. We shall see…
**Midget **- sweetie, deep cleansing breaths. Stop beating yourself up. Bitch to us and get it out of your system - that’s what we’re here for. Then move on. Ice cream is good for tongue owies!!!
Midget I will now demonstrate. I am on week 3 or so of a constant migraine. My doc has bumped my anti-depressant (for some reason, this has made me more depressed). I truthfully do wonder how anyone lives like this, but I feel pretty rational for that thought, not really depressed so much. Not to worry all, no active plans, just having a very, very sucky day.
I am taking my aching haid and crawling back into bed. I do sometimes wonder what I did in a past life to earn my near constant pain in this one.