(Old) A Day Off in the MMP

It’s called Best Medicine and it’s on FOX, tho I’m streaming it via my daughter’s Disney account. You can google to see where else it’s available. And yes, it’s the doctor who can’t take blood.

If you make it idiot-proof, the world makes a better idiot, right? Not to say kids are idiots, but you get my meaning…

I was doing a little cipherin’ the other day - I left my primary job in July, 2011, then futzed about with a series of short-term and/or temp gigs till Dec 2019. Then I did the babysitting thing with the grands till 2024 (?) when Tobias started preschool and Roxy entered kindergarten. So I’ve only been mostly a true RDOS for not quite 2 years. Dang…

Today started at 58 Ferrets, heading to upper 80s (they’ve lowered the predicted highs for the next few days.) I’ll be painting our cabin and possibly under the galley sink - it depends on how much FCD gets done with plumbing. I’m hoping it’ll be a short-ish day, but we’ll see. No thought given to the rest of the day - it’ll be what it is, I guess.

Happy Tuesday!

Sorry about the pity party last night. Mrs Magill and I had a talk earlier, which probably got my gears turning. She had just finished reading Sex Changes, which just sounds like an object lesson on how to poorly handle something like this.

Anyhow - off to the eye doctor for my one week post surgical check. I’m getting light artifacts occasionally. I need to find out whether they’ll go away. Maybe I’m getting second sight.

I didn’t know there was such a thing.

That’s unusual for an American adaption. I’ll have to check it out.

Speaking of second sight, who would have guessed I could be so prescient? I should go into the Spacing Guild.

That’s probably not the first time that question has been asked. Our next-door neighbors were recently adopted (recruited?) by a cat. Affectionately called “porch cat” by him and Midnite by her. Guess who invited it into the house?

Happy Toosday!

Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. I have a podiatrist appointment today, so I actually have to put on leaving the house pants and a bra. Quelle horreur!

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

Good morning.

It’s 45F, damp and cloudy. Our projected daytime high is only 48F and rain is expected, too.

Shoe, I’m glad you and S.M. had a good talk, and the communication issues are sorted.

Lily, it sounds like the workshop was good! Congrats!

We never made it out on the bikes. I was at Costco by the time they opened the doors for Executive members, and was third in line for prescriptions at the pharmacy. I picked up the meds and then wandered around Costco looking for a few items. I was not able to obtain some of them, but picked up a few other items.

After Costco, I headed home, tidied the kitchen, and did a few other minor chores. I also caught up with the trash TV.

I don’t have anything planned for today, and that’s fine. I may wash some dog blankets, though.

You all take care of yourselves.

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Aren’t you forgetting FIL and MIL live-in care? Not sure you’ve been retired for 2 years yet.

{{{{Mollie}}}}

My last two years at work my days off were Wednesday and Sunday, so I wouldn’t have to work five days in a row.

But it’s the wrong tense – your sentence calls for the participle! Today I fling, yesterday I flang, I have/had often flung.

What do the top-centre and bottom-left symbols represent?

Are we then yet? Are we then yet?

That sounds hazardous. Oh – you mean he was holding the cat!


Currently 61 Ferrets (16 Centipedes) out of an expected 72 (22) - the first 70+ of the year! Supposed to have 70+ for the next three days, before dropping into the 60s on Saturday. May have to get dressed and go for a walk this afternoon.

My transition to RDOS was unplanned. The store closed, but I got a decent bonus, based on my 15 years working there. By the time that was about to run out I still hadn’t gotten a new job (only two – count them! – two interviews), and I had turned 65 in the meantime, so I said the heck with it and put in for SocSec. Now I spend most of my time reading, computerating or sleeping.

Good morning everyone! I did indeed do nothing yesterday and will be doing much of the same today. I need to plant some onions and then spread straw but most of the hard work is done. Everything I’ve planted looks happy so far, last nights rain probably helped a lot.

Hubs was wounded during his battle with the forest last week ( I haven’t said I Told You To Leave It Alone, but I’ve thought it really loudly at times), he has poison ivy circling both wrists so I’ll be changing those dressings a couple of times along with washing the sheets. I know he’s not leaking on the sheets, but its better to be safe than sorry so the sheets are getting changed daily now.

It looks like he’s got his gout under control which is a good thing. I was almost too bored with his diet to cook, at least I didn’t have to eat like him. He still has to be careful what he eats and can’t do anymore beer fueled weekend smoking (meats) sessions.

George and Jolene have been loving the weather, there are so many birds to watch. I had to take the tube feeder down, the startlings were chasing all of the little birds away and today nobody has been eating the suet or thistle :frowning: There is a thistle feeder outside one of Hub’s windows and the goldfinches are all over that, so I know they are still around.

Darn. But it is great that Mr. T is over his lifting and bending restrictions. That means he can play with the pups again which must make them all so very happy. How is he liking his new lenses now that he’s had some time to get used to them?

Gasps and shakes head sadly. The things we have to do are just sometimes unfair! I was wondering how your toe is doing and hoping that it is healing up well. May you get nothing but good news today, you sure do deserve it.

Back when I worked for the eye surgeons, that happened to a small percentage of the patients. If they didn’t resolve by themselves in a short time (a month?), they came back for a very simple lazer zapping appointment that fixed it right up. There were no drugs involved in that appointment, also no pain or discomfort. The most thing I heard the most after a Yag appointment was something like “I used to pay good money to see colors like that and now my insurance is covering it. Life is good!”

Dang about your GD slapping you around again last night, but it does make sense. You are in uncharted waters and Mrs Magill is your lifesaver. Of course you are stressing.

Those are the ones that bothered me the most when I was working. I hope you get the change to knock some of them out and off your plate.

I learned touch-typing with blank keys and a chart on the blackboard. (And one of those heavy clunky manual machines with individual letter keys that would get tangled and the bell when you got close to the margin.)

I type the letters off my cheap keyboards on a regular basis. My hands know where the keys are so it usually doesn’t matter.

But it does matter when I’m typing one handed for whatever cat-involved reason. Neither hand knows where the keys are if the other hand isn’t on the keyboard. My brain doesn’t either, if I grab a pen and re-letter the keys, chances are good that the J and the F will get mixed up again.

Brains is weird.

Just got back from the eye doctor. I have 20/20 in my right eye, and everything looks good. The left eye is next week.

Top center: LGB Pride
Bottom left: Trans pride.

I am learning those are two very different things that are often lumped together.

There’s a joke for me in there somewhere, but I’m not feeling up to the task.

It’s a roller-coaster. I’m a little stressed this morning, but am doing all right.

I was in the Mez today. A lot of data entry, I wonder if the Iranians unplugged a cable somewhere. I stopped at Teeter on the way home and grabbed 3 gallons of water. They are replacing a hydrant in the complex tomorrow, so the water will be off for 8-10 hours. Fun times.

Wait, I’m supposed to wear a bra to the doctor?

Bike riding?

We had those in 8th Grade typing class. Olivetti, Olympia, and IBM. I got a “C”, and can’t touch type(I can 10 Key like a MF, though), but I type faster than the other clerks.

Yay!

I wish it was more “Six Flags” and less “Emotional” for you

I took typing in summer school (after 10th grade). I took it again, in night school, nine years later. Most of Radioman ‘A’ school was typing practice – couldn’t finish it until I was able to type 600 functions error-free in five(?) minutes on a teletype. (“Function”: Keystroke – letter, line feed, space bar, &c)

I’m now pretty much a six-fingered typist – first three on my left hand, thumb and first two on my right.

I’m part of a Telegram community where I already feel like an outlier in demographics. This community has a mutual aid channel, and there’s a member there asking for help for a friend, who is about to become homeless, has mental illness that makes them unemployable, an abusive family that has disowned them anyway, and a sole source of income (DoorDash) that is extremely unstable (car issues). The friend is apparently feeling suicidal over the situation, and I can see why. I don’t know the community member or their friend.

I’m not likely to contribute money, and I don’t have any knowledge of social programs in their area (although i know someone I could ask), and this has struck an emotional chord for me (guilt and other things, mainly) that’s somewhat unusual for me, and I’m not sure why. It could be the community membership. It could be the consciousness that I’m likely one of the most financially fortunate people in that Telegram group. It could be that it reminds me of how fragile security in general is for most people, and that society has generally not cared about the options for those without it.

I know that I can’t and shouldn’t feel guilty for being able to save everyone, but it still makes me think…

So, yesterday I’m just idly looking through the current topics on the dope when I spotted something about doing taxes. Oh, shit! It’s April 13th! I tracked down the wife and said “do you know it’s April 13th?” She says “And. . .?” TAXES, sez I. Have you done them? “Oh, shit”, she says, which was my take on things as well. So we will either have to e-file or take them to the post office so we’re not past due. Saved by the Dope! Luckily, our taxes are not complicated and we can use the form for seniors.

Taxes were “fun” this year. Since Fang wasn’t the Army’s problem until July, we listed him as a dependent. However, the IRS had issued him a ID PIN, so I couldn’t file until he found out what this PIN was, which meant I had to wait for him to do his taxes before I could file mine. That was two weeks ago. I usually file in February.

I remembered to do the thing! Not taxes- normal employees rarely have to bother here, so I’ve never had to do it even when I had a job, but the Tuesday thing.

I just had stuff finished and the fire alarm went off… luckily I had been warned they were expecting a drill, and it was nice and sunny, despite being in the frozen northern wastelands (still snow visible on the hills!) over an hour’s north of me.

The rain started on the drive back, which at least made me glad I’d not put the washing out in the morning as I was tempted to do, cos the forecast had said no rain until maybe 7pm. I had opted for the scenic route back and did stop off at a garden centre I’ve not visited before, but my initial plan for an ice cream at the seaside wasn’t too tempting when I got there in the rain. I had ice cream at home anyway.

Back to normal irkplace tomorrow, but I’ll have to head back over at some point to reap the fruits of today’s labour. Hopefully.

Try Zanfel. When I knelt in a batch of recently mown poison ivy a couple of years ago, that made it bearable.

Heh. Gotta double check.

Beats hell out of Cream of Mushroom.

Apology REJECTED!

{ Amazon has entered the chat. }

You can leave out “probably.” Cats are well known for “heyyyy … whatcha got here?” and just moving in.

They did it thousands of years ago (and were subsequently worshipped as goddesses) and we’ve been scooping boxes of their shit ever since.

My gawds, I lurve the Dope.

Nowhere else can we have a friendly side convo involving grammar and participles.

… and thus is a happy marriage made.

Starlings are an invasive menace (ETA in the U.S.) and are responsible for lots of native species being killed off.

I knew ezzactly what you meant by this.

There are pants, and then there are “leaving the house” pants, and if you’ve ever looked slightly pityingly at an elderly woman getting mail in “not leaving the house” pants, you understand the difference.

That’s b.c. you need a more supportive social network bra.

That’s just dumb, first thing they do is hand you a paper gown & tell you to take everything else off.

Skip the middleman.

Haven’t touched mine yet, if it makes you feel better. Unkie Sam gets my money when I’m good and ready to hand it over.

‘Uhh, you were just here for a vaccine, you only needed to roll your sleeve up..?’

Oh, sorry. I thought this was the tobacconist’s.

My daughter told me about it, otherwise I’d never have known. I’ve enjoyed it so far.

FIL didn’t live with us, but MIL was here for 8 months until Dec 2024, so, yeah, more like 16 months.

DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!! :stuck_out_tongue:

I guess I’m an oddity - I don’t like to go sans bra - I find it painful if I don’t have the support.

I’m a self-taught touch typist. When I was in high school, you were either in the college prep track, the business track, or the do-as-little-as-required-to-graduate track. Since I was headed to college, I didn’t have room in my schedule for business classes (typing) so for a lot of years, it was hunt-and-peck. Then the advent of the intrarwebz with on-line chatting and such let do me using both hands, and eventually not having to look. Except for the top row - the numbers and symbols aren’t automatic for me.

I can identify with that guilt feeling. Especially when some cashier asks if I want to contribute to whatever cause the store is sponsoring or if some group is outside a store selling/collecting $/whatever. I prefer to choose what causes I support, thanks. Same with panhandlers - maybe they’re truly in need and not just begging instead of working. But I almost never have cash, so it’s less of an issue.

Yep, I’m home. And pooped. I wasn’t even able to finish cutting in the edges, let alone do any real painting. But I gathered all the household trash and we did do a trash/recycling run, and had lunch at Cracker Barrel, and I don’t know what else. Tomorrow I’ll finish the cutting-in, then break out the roller and get the walls done. I already told FCD I’m staying home on Thurs to deal with chores here.

That little bit of painting shouldn’t have kicked my butt as badly as it did. Then again, I’m not 40 any longer. Or 50, or… well, yanno. Who knew 72 would be so hard?? I’ll chill for a while in the hopes of recovering.

The paschal weekend is done! Whew. Thank you, swamp bear.

The usual marathon/frenzy. This time I even threw in painting a bit of a wall into the frenzy. Nice time with cousins on Sunday. Mostly napping yesterday and today. Break fast with chicken in the wee hours of Sunday, then kielbasa with family on Sunday afternoon. Monday was ham and cheese omelet. Today was ice cream for breakfast and leftover kielbasa for lunch. The chocolate hoard has opened!

I caught up on the end of last week and beginning of this week in the mmp. I believe it is more time for chocolate.

Back to the office tomorrow.