when they are flying, they (and other wild birds) are a “skein of geese”, when they are grounded or domesticated, they are a “gaggle of geese”.
I prefer “a shitstorm of (Canada) geese”.
Big {{{hugs}} to @misnomer for her challenges. And thanks for noticing the cake. 23 years ago was surprisingly long long ago in a life far far away.
I think all of us with critters have been where you are and we all know there are no easy answers. The internal battle of “I don’t want to lose her” vs “I don’t want her to suffer” is a tough one and I suspect whatever we choose, we’ll continue to second-guess ourselves. Hugs to you and Bailey and while you didn’t ask for advice, I’ll just say trust your instincts. You’ll know what to do.
And just now he’s in his office filling out something for Irish Wolfhound rescue. Then again, for most of our 40 years together, we’ve had dog(s) and he’s going thru canine withdrawal. At least he knows I won’t agree to pay a breeder thousands and I don’t want to be the primary carer any longer. And I admit, in the back of my mind, I worry that he’ll die before I do and it’ll be just me and a dog. Am I morbid or what?
Or a rage?
OK, I checked out the boat stuff in the basement - there wasn’t as much as I’d thought. Then I remembered my sweetie asked me to make him a garbage bag for his car, so I found some fabric and crafted a bag sized to a grocery bag which will serve as a liner. He’s pleased.
When I was putting the sewing machine away, I realized that since MIL is gone and I cleared her closet, I’ve got space on a lower shelf to put my sewing machine. No more lifting it over my head in the hall closet. It only took me the better part of 9 months to figure that out!
I’ve decided on tuna steak for my supper and wings for FCD. I’m not much of a wing fan and he lurves ‘em. I, on the other hand, would eat tuna steak or salmon 3 or 4 times a week. Now I need to decide on sides. Time for that later. A bit of chillage now.
Not morbid. Just 70. A puppy is a 10-15 year commitment depending on breed and luck. You’d be 85 and FCD would be how old?
And frankly, for any MMPer, I’d be more worried about infirmity than death. In most cases the former precedes the latter by a bunch of years. I’ve never met either of you, but if I had to hazard a guess on which of you will be decrepit mentally or physically first, it’s him. Both as a matter of male vs. female and as a matter of your respective personal health situations today.
i’m my family we all have pet emergency people as well as people emergency people. should something happen to one of us who has a pet, there is an emergency backup. esp. for the pets that have medical issues.
the bigger dog breeds don’t live as long as the smaller ones. they do break your heart as the gentle giants are just so wonderful. we just had a mastiff mix die in my family. he was such a good cuddly boy. he just dropped one afternoon, 5 years old, heart issue.
Just spent the last seven hours in the local ER. Woke up this morning with my left eye being wonky. A few minutes later, I couldn’t see out of it. Woke up the wife and off we went. About 15 minutes into the drive, vision started returning. Luckily, at that hour the ER was nearly empty. Blood tests, MRI, CT scan and nothing awful showed up. I’ll see an ophthalmologist tomorrow morning. Hopefully, this is just the latest manifestation of my optical migraine issue and not something horrible with the vitreous or something.
The California checks have to be signed by both me and my sister, as we are both trustees. Bother. I went to the Post Orifice to send a flat-rate Priority Mail envelope containing a pre-addressed flat-rate Priority Mail return envelope containing an envelope with the checks and instructions for my sister. I wrote my sister’s address on the outer envelope, and the Post Orificer did whatever on the computer. He said the street address didn’t come up in the ZIP code I’d written. Granted, I didn’t double-check before I wrote it; but I was sure it was right. I thought my ‘H’ in the street address may have looked like an ‘N’ to him. He had an accent, so I may have been hearing wrong. When the P.O. computer wasn’t cooperating, he looked up something on his phone. No joy. So I had to go out to my car to get my phone. (Why would I need to take my phone in with me? I’ll only be there a minute!) When I got back in, he was helping someone else. Apparently her Priority Mail envelope was having trouble too. I typed my sister’s address into my phone, and the woman let me back in while she looked something up. The Post Orificer handed me the envelope so I could correct the ZIP code. I handed it back because it was correct. Anyway, he wondered if they had lost the Internet. Since two people were in front of him and we’re both having a problem, he decided the problem was on the Post Orifice’s end. Anyway, I got the package mailed.
This is on my lunch hour, and (as you know) I have to clock out and in now. I could take as long as I want for lunch, and just add it to the end of the day. But that’s too much like being on salary. [Crossing arms and looking stubborn.] So it irked me that it took longer than I thought it would. But I still had time to go to the supermarket.
I move fairly quickly for a crippled guy, so I got my eggs, lemons asparagus, and parsley – and a couple of large cans of solid albacore, why not – in a comfortably-short amount of time. I got to the self checkout and put my lemons on it. It said to enter the quantity. I did. I guess I should have clicked Enter. It took me a couple of tries to get it right. Then I tried to ring up the asparagus by putting the bar code in view of the laser. The terminal said I would have to have assistance. There was only one checker, and she had a customer. I told her I was on my lunch hour, and she came right over. She did whatever, and that part was done. I tried to scan the parsley, but it wouldn’t. So I set the bag on the scale and looked it up and clicked on the picture. I’m pretty sure they’re sold by the bunch, but it didn’t ask for a quantity. Anyway, I got two bunches for $1.49. My credit card was approved immediately, but it took forever to get the receipt. And I was out of there before the checker was finished with the other customer.
I picked up some wild-caught Alaskan sockeye salmon from TJ’s on Monday. I’m going to make it for dinner tonight, along with asparagus, and parsley sauce.
Hey all. FCM, I’m glad the dog search seems to have ended. Or not, not if he’s looking at wolfhounds.
I’m far too lazy to have a dog, but if I was going to pick a dog to live with me, a wolfhound would be the very last one I would want. Giant breeds do not live very long and Irish Wolfhounds are known to only live a decade if you are lucky. They need lots of vetting because their size is so hard on their joints and hearts along with a special diet and careful weight management.
They ARE very gorgeous and I’ve heard wonderful things about their temperament, loyalty and intelligence.
So far, we’ve been pretty lucky with George’s health, but his progenitors (two generations) had been tested and cleared of the genetic heart problems that come with the breed.
I don’t recommend giant breeds, your heart will be broken no matter what pet you get, giants just do it sooner.
Happy Cake Day Pilot!
Don’t ya just hate it when the argument you prepared for never happens. How dare they be so reasonable, LOL!
I hope both of you have a better day today, I know that you have also been worrying about both of them.
I could never! You are far too fabulous for that!
I don’t know how lottery tickets work here.I don’t see the machines and I haven’t seen them in c-stores, but I haven’t really been looking that hard either. There are stand alone video lottery places so I expect that’s where the paper tickets are as well.
I should go in one just so I can say I know what’s going on.
Darn cats! Stop it!
I’m glad it seems as though they are recovering. I’m really glad you didn’t have to borrow a suit of armor and stuff Miffen in a carrier. That stuff might doesn’t look to be cat proof.
I knew someone was going to ask so I tried to figure out a way to grab the clip but wasn’t able. If you go online and search 50501 movement, you will see many of us. If the news videos have locations, I am the one in Charleston (state capital of West Virginia).
I’m glad the trump taxes aren’t affecting your job anymore, it is still a nightmare here. Nobody knows what’s going to happen, but things aren’t sustainable the way they are. Tonight I will be buying more needlepoint kits because I know that once prices go up, they rarely go down. I can afford them this week, I might not be able to next year.
I wonder if your insurance is being grumpy because you have moved states? I had to notify my insurance plan that I had moved states and it was a whole thing.
It doesn’t matter if it is only 22 bucks, it is YOUR money and you worked for it. Those bastids.
I’ll bet it’ll be right purty once its grown up a bit.
TIL, thank you!
That is so sad, they do break our hearts.
NO! Do NOT scare us like that!!!
I also hope it is just an optical migraine. This is probably not good advice, but I’ve dealt with optical migraines so much that the first thing I do when my vision gets wonky is take a Benadryl. That helps get the vascular constriction going and sometimes just stops everything in its tracks. For me, YMMV.
Last week I stole a couple of GG’s fuzzy balls and mailed them off to Mitzy. (Boo’s beloved siamese beauty) They were supposed to arrive on Saturday but tracking went dark and they didn’t arrive until last night. So considering everything that’s going on with everything, do keep track of what is happening with the envelope.
The fur ball has been properly disemboweled, so my worries about the scent dissipating in the hot truck were unfounded.
No other news here, mostly we have done not much. Sheets got changed and some laundry got done. Hubs changed the oil in his lawn mower. I saw Harry out in the gully rubbing his heart so I called Mrs H and snitched him off. I hope its just the nerves regrowing, hubs complained about random pain and itching when he had his chest split as well.
Afternoon all. Back from the gym with a little time on my hands before soccer (the bad weather has decided to hold off until after 7pm) so that will occupy the latter part of the afternoon. 85F outside so another hot day.
Oopsie, happy book- and Lego- anticipation time.
Some folks call them Cobra Chickens…or so I’ve heard…
Kaboom, didn’t know you were in our neighbor up North, thanks for the clarification.
FCM, he’s going from Great Danes to Irish Wolfhounds? What’s the matter, no Newfoundlands to adopt?
rocky, it sounds like your family is thinking ahead, good on ya all.
Cookie, I hope that the eye doc can diagnose what is going on, that would be downright scary for me (or probably anyone). Take care and best wishes.
flyboy, that is a puzzlement at the post office, hope the stuff gets where it is going. And for some reason the self-serve computer at Kroger hates me, I can do everything right and it’ll still call the attendant over for something.
And need to plan how to keep 10 or so 10 and 11-year old boys active and out of trouble for an hour or so. Catch y’all later.
That was interesting. I took 2 bus’s to my interview.
Interviewer wasn’t there.
Its not open for business yet but the doors are open. It was full of boxes and guys putting stuff away.
I texted and called her. On the bus on my way back she texted and said she thought the DM was supposed to be there.
She said no point in coming out again, just asked me my availability.
No nights, obviously.
Havent heard back yet.
3 hours in total, when I could’ve gone to the Y the grocery store and library in less time.
It was 80 and sunny today. Tomorrow, 60’s and rain.
He just informed me that he hasn’t quit. But he has acquiesced to my insistence on a rescue - no breeders. We’ll just see what we see. I’d prefer a small to medium mutt, but he wants a big honkin’ beastie. At least he’s given up on Newfoundlands - I’d need a riding vacuum cleaner if we had one of them!
See above comment…
The tuna steak was yum, but I could have eaten twice as much. Or more. Sooooo good. But I made do with what I had plus sides.
Did I mention I got the winning ticket for tonight’s drawing? They’d better make sure to pull the correct numbers.
I think some crocheting is in order.
Howdy Y’all! Provisions were procured and mowage was accomplished. It was not really hot or humid out, but when I decided to have small nappage after my shower, I zonked for a little over two hours. That’s long for me. Sup got fixed and et. I feel like I could go sleepy bye right now but it’s way too early. Instead I will see whatup on teh intartoobz.
Pilot Happy Doperversary! Glad you found a good Eyetalian place even if by chance.
MOOOOOOM glad you dodged the dawg bullet for now.
{{{Oopsie}}} It’s hard to watch a fur baby get old. Bailey is livin’ her best life because of you.
Taters you earned those hours so fight for ‘em.
Cookie YIKES! Hope the eye doc can get you some answers.
JtC I once won a six pack of my favorite beer because Charleston is the capitol of WVA. My friend insisted it was Morgantown, the home of WVU. This was mid-seventies so we went to the kolledge liberry to look in an atlas. Hey it was 1975 and a six pack was at stake!
Coppertone sorry you had such a bad experience and waste of time.
I’ll ask the eye doc about that if he says that’s what it likely is. I’ve had optical migraines since about 1995, but never anything like this. It scared the shit out of me. Not only blindness, but weird aura like exploding fireworks. Had a brief recurrence while I was in the ER, but nothing since. I also spend a LOT of screen time every day. I’m going to try to cut back on that. Sadie was very concerned about my hospital ID bracelet when we returned.
That is what happens to me. The fireworks start dim and small but then get brighter and flashier. Sometimes I can’t see around the aura well enough to stitch or read. It scared the crap out of me the first time it happened, I was sure I had a brain tumor or something else equally dreadful.
Cold compresses on the neck and forehead also help with the vascular constriction.
I’m really REALLY hoping that your optical migraines just decided to amp things up because they were bored.
Cuddles to your sweet girl, she knows that bracelet wasn’t a good sign.
No, no, no, he’d need a riding vacuum cleaner. His dog, his clean-up, feeding, etc.
Hiya! I’m [checks pulse] alive. I’ve been in floor wax-stripping hell, and there’s no sign when I’ll get out. I thought the stuff I was using removed the old floor polish as it put on new. Nope. So I have layers and layers of the stuff to remove, which requires scrubbing and scraping with a special cleaner. I’m starting to regret polishing the floor in the first place.
The apartments here were advertised as having hardwood floors, but when I arrived, I found only the TOWNHOUSES have hardwood. (Seems like false advertising.)We peons get “luxury” vinyl that might look vaguely like wood to Mr. Magoo if he were drunk. I decided a nice shine would make them look more like wood, and I was right. I’ve had a lot of compliments from neighbors and maintenance folks–you know, the people who are kicking back in their nice, cool apartments while I’m sweating up a storm.
Meanwhile, my sister-in-law had a bad fall. We’re not sure what happened, as she can’t recall. She tripped going up three steps and landed on her back. Somehow she also bruised her knee. Long story short, she broke a rib, which nicked a lung, which caused internal bleeding. The break is on the back set of ribs. She also conked her head. She has a long history of back issues and surgeries and was in PT for the pain before this happened. She was admitted to the hospital but is home now, and in a lot of pain. She’s cranky, but nobody deserves all the pain she’s had.
I’ve been cat-sitting the world’s chillest cat. He’s not quite two and is not fat, but he won’t chase the laser dot. He lies on the floor, and if it gets close to him, he’ll bat at it or pounce, but anything farther than 6 inches, and he squeaks and whimpers until it comes back.
Damn. Alexa says it’s time to scrape up the area I’m working on. More later, I hope. Hugs to all!
I love newfies! They break your heart to sharp splinters of crystal. They rarely get into double digits age wise.
Gah! They are the best. Great fluffy lumps of love. Just don’t get between them and a body of water. Or in the water, they will rescue you, your preference will not matter.
I remember this story posted by @Scylla in 2001. I always misremember ‘Corwin’ as a Newfie, but he was actually an Irish wolfhound. I liked the story, wherein Corwin saves Scylla from a doberman, so much that I bookmarked it.
My former housemate called & wanted to share dinner tonight. So we did. He wanted … Italian. So 3 nights in a row for me. It was good.
This. {{{Hugs}}}.
That was my experience of them. Once every couple years the last couple decades for no apparent reason. You haven’t lived until you’ve tried to fly a jet full of people with that shit going on inside your brain.
Narrator: we all survived.
Cookie, glad it resolved, but you did all the right things. Here’s hoping the recurrences are few and mild.
See wiki - Scintillating scotoma for some background.
This. So much this.
Ouch. Hugs & support.
I’m hoping that you are able to enjoy the rest of Bailey’s days without too much stress.
Actually, I changed policies when coming to Texas (my other one was only good in TN). I think it was the fact that the dentist wrote a paper prescription was the factor. I was able to get it around 11. It’s odd, because in Tennessee, they went to e-scribing only several years ago and even before that, paper was only used for opioids.
Try to stay out of ER cookie! (Glad you’re relatively OK though).
I thought he lost his fuzzy balls as a kitten. :d&r:
Well, it’s been a day! Once the prescription was ready for pick up, I went to Sis’. I should have stayed there until six, but like a dummy, I went out into rush traffic around 1630. Five minutes from home, I got rear ended. The damage was minimal (rear bumper got knocked down a bit. Likely a rubber mallet to knock it back in place will fix it). However, the driver of the truck that hit me insisted on calling the cops (I didn’t protest, since I didn’t know process in Texas for fender benders). He swore that I stopped in the middle lane and it was like Why, dude? That delayed me an hour and pissed the LEO that responded off (as in TN, fender benders just get info exchange). I’m wondering if I even want to deal with insurance. Depending upon the police report on who was at fault (it was him, I swear), it’s going to be under my deductible.
Oh, well, welcome to Houston.