We have one, from when we had the bathroom floor tiled.
I called the dispatcher again. The plumbers are on a big job, but she says they might be able to slot us in between three and five. Otherwise, they can come tomorrow (for an additional $50 weekend fee.) If the (presumed) clog isn’t fixed today, I’ll have to get the camp toilet out of the shed.
Mowage achieved, even though it’s 85 dungarees out there. But needed to happen and it’s supposed to rain for 3 days. I think the fuel filter on the push mower is clogged. It’s acting like it’s not getting gas, but there’s plenty in it. Whiney little bastard. And I got scratched by a blackberry bush on my knee.
flyboy Good luck on the plumbing.
Just got a call. The plumbers are still underneath the house they’re working on. We’re scheduled for the first call in the morning (between 08:30 and 10:30) for the $50 weekend fee. Unless a miracle occurs and they can come tonight – for a $150 emergency fee. I told them to go ahead and get them out tonight if they can. I don’t want to spend one and a half hectobucks, but we do need a toilet. (One that is not the camp toilet.)
Howdy Y’all! Stuff got accomplished today. I was productive today. It was a day of very little sloth. I can’t decide whether I’m proud of myself for bein’ productive or ashamed of myself for slackin’ on sloth. Oh well. Candle duty got did and then we brunched. The ribs got smoked and are wrapped in foil to be finished in the oven tomorrow mornin’. I made pimento cheese to get that done. I also made copper pennies, aka marinated carrots. Some of that is reserved for tomorrow’s feast and some for Sunday brunch. Thus has it been in swampland.
shoe Happy Doperversary!
I’ve been trying to post for a couple of hours, but have been repeatedly interrupted by the following items landing on my keyboard: 1. half-chewed tennis ball 2. slipper sock 3. dog paw. I offered to take Ms. Dog, as her Person is again slammed with work, and sitting around listening to my fat cells inflate got old. She is now snoozing at my feet, so here I am.
No word on the MRI yet. I’m not surprised. I mean, I did find myself checking my email every 10 minutes like a teenager waiting for a prom-posal, but I made myself knock it off. I’m pretty sure the radiologist isn’t in any hurry.
swampy, that is a concerning level of activity for one slothful bear. You’re going to have to have a day of double-sloth tomorrow. The party sounds like it’s going to be a blast.
flyboy, a giant UGH about your dilemma. I hope the plumbers make a surprise visit sooner than expected. If you lived closer, I’d let you two stay here. I Have a spare bedroom AND a spare bathroom. I also like to feed people.
shoe! Happy Dopeversary! I hope you’re feeling better mentally and physically.
VanGo, I’m impressed you got the mowage done under such hostile conditions.
FCM, Halloween decorations this early is ridiculous. Did they at least have Independence Day decor out, too?
Cupcake, that’s so cool that you’re traveling to see the eclipse! I’m amazed everything is getting booked up already.
I like your sense of irony.
Back in 2015 I first learned about the 2017 eclipse. I knew I wouldn’t need to travel overnight, but just for fun I looked up some accomodations for well known motel chains, ones that were near the center of totality. At least half were already booked.
swampie, my sympathies for not having much sloth today.
Two friends of mine planned their wedding around the 2017 eclipse. They knew that it would be a big deal locally (we were near the best spot in the country to view it), so they began plans two years early just to make sure that they would be able to accommodate out of town guests at hotels locally. They said their I dos at the peak of the eclipse.
Feel better soonest shoe!
The apartment is clean, laundry and grocery shopping done and now, it’s chill time.
I figured out the new color scheme for the complex: the even numbered buildings (like mine) are teal with cream trim (the trim on my building is just primed right now) and the odd numbered ones are tan / light brown with cream trim. I figure that the patio fences will be painted to match trim, which was how it was before.
I talked to Sis this afternoon. Even in a city of 6.7 million people, she and her pharmacy have had to call over a dozen other pharmacies for the starter pack of the blood thinners prescribed. Once she’s on the maintenance meds, everybody will have those available, but meanwhile, she and BIL are driving an hour across town to get what she needs.
The work on the wedding album is progressing. I finally got the sparkly butterflies figured out and the whole thing is looking good at ~20% in.
It was 97 ferret height and 104F heat index when I went Krogering, so I’m glad that I have something to keep me busy indoors under AC.
This non-sloth thing is contagious 
Knock it off! I have weeded a great deal, to no visible effect; I have stacked up some garden stuff to go to the dump, created a pathway to some pavers we offered to the painter, weeded elsewhere, dumped out a lot of soil from pots, sorted pots according to status (stay/go away), weeded elsewhere, shoveled soil out of a raised bed, went to the hardware store. Someone pried open our cluster mailbox overnight, so mail’s at the PO. Went to the PO, but our mail isn’t there because the carrier isn’t back from his route yet, duh. Sorted some books. This is swampy’s fault
Evening all. Swimming and sauna were accomplished, when combined with mowage and a fairly light First Meal, my weight at the end of June shows 251.8 lbs; about 18lbs less that at the start of the year. Of course, I plan to go to swampy’s favorite place this weekend (Golden Corral), so that low number may not last long… Might have to water the lawn tomorrow, rain is forecast for the future but only a 50-50 chance each day. So of course if I water it, that’ll for sure bring the rainstorms down on us…we’ll see.
red, that’s a neat story about your friends getting married during the eclipse. May have to look into getting somewhere up that way in 2024.
flyboy, good luck on the toilet fix (when I was having water problems, spent extra time at the gym and shopping, where I could call upon their restrooms). And like the elevator comment, but just not many opportunities to ride one here in N. Ali-bama.
VanGo, mowing in the summer makes me envious of some of the folks out in Phoenix and Las Vegas, at least those who don’t have to worry about grass lawns.
Cupcakes, Bedford is a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio (lived there for a while) and given the look of things I think you and Sis have made a good choice. But Cincinnati is a good 3.5 hours by Interstate from there, so plan on that.
OK, Big bowl O’Sallit is happily being assimilated, so some internetting and reading will fill up the rest of the night. Catch y’all tomorrow.
Not quite the same thing, but in all of Wyoming, there are only two escalators, both in Casper. I had high schoolers who’d never been on an escalator. That is all.
Thanks for the info. I and my sis were aware of this. For now the plan is to drive to Ohio on Sunday and stay in Bedford. We will pay close attention to the weather in the area. If it is to be clear we will stay there and then travel on towards Cincinnati.
If anyone has not heard of or been to Jungle Jim’s, it’s worth the trip. It’s thanks to a couple of Dopefests I knew about it. Haven’t been there in years and I can’t wait.
missred, the wedding story is amazing.
Good grief, as I type now, just a very little while after the last post, we are being hit with a severe thunderstorm. It’s the kind where the TV beeps at you and the cell phone has a notice, and a warning on the radio. No hail yet but the warnings said to expect big hail. There are really big old trees in my neighborhood that are blowing around. I expect to see an ark, as the rain is so hard.
Thank you, thank you, and … thank you!
I took a 10-minute power nap in my car during my lunch break and am looking forward to conking back out shortly.
I also ran out for tacos on my break - can’t eat just pizza and fried shit all the time - and witnessed a cute moment.
Little boy, maybe 6 or 7, put a coin into the gumball machine while his mom was placing the order. He skips up to her with a big smile and shows her the gumball.
“I told you no, you couldn’t have one, and you still got one anyway?”
Clearly trying to suck up now, he holds up a second gumball with an angelic smile.
“I got you one too, Mommy!”
“No you didn’t. You got yourself two gumballs; you didn’t get me anything. You ain’t even slick like that!”
Time to finish my tacos, maybe do a bit of cross-stitch, and go the hell to bed.
IME for $150 you can buy two nights at a Holiday Inn. And get well rested workers the next day who aren’t exhausted and cranky as they try to fix your ancient rotting plumbing. You’d rather they do the job thoroughly. Especially if they find a large run of pipe that’s rotted through in one spot and almost rotted through in 6 more. Something to consider.
Happy doperversary there Shoe!!1!1!!. Cute story about the kid and the Mom hell bent on crushing the life out of him. But more importantly, what kind of tacos, how were they, and how many did you snarf?
As to me:
Spent much of the day w Daughter prepping for the Elmo- & Sesame Street-themed 3yo Birthday Extravaganza. Floors have been swabbed, toys put away, decorations upon decorations assembled and hung, etc. Should be fun. We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon to partake of the festivities and snax. Along with between a dozen & two dozen kids. Promises to be … energetic.
We went out for dinner to a recently opened wine tasting bar/restaurant. 60-some wines sold in tastes through full-bottles. Plus a full dinner menu. I had two small whites and two small reds. Whites went first with an appetizer of grilled shrimp, Castellano olives, stewed tomatoes & saganaki in a wonderful dark broth w sourdough baguette slices. Reds were next with a thick tomahawk pork chop, grilled multicolor carrots, and an interesting slightly hot romesco. Finished w decaf espresso.
Came home, then Her Ladyship launched on an emergency shopping expedition for her Daughter. I stayed home, shot a few racks of (billiards) pool, hung out by the (swimming) pool into the late evening in the sultry warmth, then finally back upstairs to badger you folks.
Now a couple hours later I may have a bit of chocolate before bed.
Carne asada (grilled beef) on flour tortillas, done Mexican style (with onions and cilantro) rather than American/Tex Nex style with cheese/lettuce/tomato.
Just two, but I also requested a side of avocado, which at this place isn’t a piddly little dab of guac, it’s like a whole sliced Haas.
Enjoying the last of the twilight and listening to far-off fireworks, a closer incessantly barking dog, and a much closer Monkey who’s howling at the window because I’m outside and he’s not. (Little twerp likes to take off right when it gets dark, so he can be outside only while there’s daylight until he proves he can behave.)
Meant to add: this thread inspired me to treat myself to a hot cuppa Earl Grey. Maybe it’ll help with this persistent headache. Since I { gasp! } microwave my mug of water, and b.c Monkey’s gooshy-food is on top of the microwave, naturally drama & begging ensued.
He’s getting a cup of chicken & duck snax, which seems a bit highfalutin’ for someone who licks his own butthole and eats flies.
shoe First actual laugh out loud in a while. …eats flies
Up from naptime. I made the HT Trader’s cauliflower penne primavera, with some Aldi cooked shrimp. Tasty, and even quicker than Bachelor Chow. Thunderstorms are in the distance.
Well judging by the Teamsters Tweet today, TPTB got nervous and are now talking about a contract by July 5th. But I might be picking up some Twilight shifts the next two weeks. worst case, money for a strike. Best case, money for medical care if a certain mutt ever shows back up.
Whenever you can. And {{{{Oopsie}}}} for your Aunt.
{{{{shoe}}}}
But Happy Doperversary!
“I lick my butt, but I am very choosy about my cheeses.” -Spot
We call 'em “Sky Raisins” and he lurves swatting them down, stalking them, jumping around like an idiot.
Plus then he gets a snack. (And I get grossed out, especially if it’s a big 'un and I can hear him chewing, but since when do cats care about that?)
I fight the sky raisins with my hat. Must remember to take the pencil out before deploying hat. Elsewise the pencil gets misbehavin.
I keep a pencil in my hat at most times…I’m not crazy.