As you wish:
We’ll put the other 2 up tomorrow - it’s too hot and muggy today. Only 84° but sooooo humid! It was hard on FCD. So now we’re home.
There were some boom-booms last night, but not near enough to be too disturbing. I’m guessing it will continue the next few nights. Dammit. Oh well…
I hate fireworks! It may be odd coming from someone who shoots pistol as a hobby, but my range time is not keeping a whole neighborhood awake all night. The people on the street behind me must buy fireworks a truckload at a time. Some of theirs are so powerful that they rattle our windows.
City ordnance states that fireworks are legal until 11.00pm from 30 June to 05 July. They started in Wednesday night running until the wee hours of the morning each night. Calling the authorities does no good. They never enforce the rules. Going over there myself to talk to them would definitely be unwise. I admit that on occasion I have a bit of an anger management problem when dealing with idiots.
This happens again at New Years.
Tossed a load of sheets in the washer. Transformed the 4 cukes I harvested into cuke-onion salad. Picked the first 2 'maters from my garden and I saw at least 4 more that will get picked in a few days. YUM!!!
Yesterday was the 7th anniversary of my move to Washington State. The office wouldn’t take a credit card for the rent, etc., so I had to climb into the moving van, spelunk my way through furniture and boxes and literally stand on my head to reach the drawer with the checkbook. My friend said she heard cussing, more cussing, cussing in Italian, and then laughter when I realized how ridiculous the situation was. Despite all the bad stuff that’s happened since I moved here, I do love it,
There’s no finer measure of a person’s character than that.
My county has that, too, but there are too many idiots defying the law for the cops to handle, so every year, we reenact the Siege of Vicksburg.
Thanks! I was unfamiliar with John Daly, so I looked him up. Interesting guy. Unlike Arnold, he didn’t invent the cocktail, himself. Since an Arnold Palmer made with sweet tea is a “Winnie” for Palmer’s wife, I’d have thought the spiked version would have been named after someone in the Palmer family–or maybe our beloved Swampbear. Oo! We should invent a Swamp Bear cocktail!
Haha, he was much too much of gentleman. He loved canine ladies.
And now, this message: Folks, if my posts contains nonsensical words or have random double letters, it’s my weird laptop. It uses predictive text but not well… My vision issues don’t help. I apologize.
Looking sweet!
It was the one thing I disliked about my old neighborhood in Portland. Assholes setting off illegal airburst explosives that triggered my mild PTSD and caused the cat to be completely traumatized. There was one place down the street that I could never identify that saved enough fireworks to be able to set one (and only one) off every night at about 0300. Enough to wake up everybody within a block radius. This would go on for about a week twice a year.
Thanks - we’re pleased. There will be a round medallion with a stylized sandpiper that will be centered between the two boards. Snazzy!
I’ve got sheets in the dryer, and after I get them folded and put away, I’ll take Cozmo home and run to Aldi for some bread and tortillas and maybe some black forest ham.
Today’s tasks include cleaning the fireplace, watering in the roof moss treatment (might be on the evening of the 4th since as a bonus this will wet the roof before illegal neighborhood fireworks), prepare for tomorrow’s run to the dump/recycling, get some boxes for my lovely wife’s projects, replace a smoke detector, and move books around. I should add dust enormous dust-attracting built-in book shelves while I’m rearranging and have it empty.
So far I’ve emptied the camp toilet. I retched. Both halves have been rinsed out, and the water tank has been emptied. The bottom half is full of water, with maybe a half-cup of bleach.
I sprayed off 'Yakwife’s kayak, upon which I’d put some towels to dry after having used them to collect the water on the bathroom floor. (Mrs. L.A. is washing all of the towels now.)
Trash and recycling have been taken to the curb (including a maggotty mouse I found in the shed).
I still need to pull up the mats of lawn, and see if I can make them more level than the plumber left them, empty the bottom half of the camp toilet after a while (How long do you keep the bleach solution in it, anyway?) and put it away, remove the mole hole in the front yard, and water the lawn. Probably other things too, but I can’t think of them right now. What a vacation!
MOAR POPSICLES arrived today!
Ten are Sunkist smoothie pops, and ten are SKITTLES (yes, like the candy) and I’m so excited that they arrived before I had to leave for work, so they could already be nice and frozen when I return.
Plus I got a new pair of closed-toe sandals (just safe enough to work in a restaurant, but without the whole “sweaty socks” thing). I simply re-ordered a pair I took a chance on - and loved - last summer.
Ye gods, how did we ever live without Amazon? Poke a few buttons, and stuff magically appears at your doorstep.
Then again, eventually, I’ll hafta put on pants (well, shorts, this time of year) and bestir my lazy butt to the actual Gettin Sto’ as there are some provisions, such as eggs, that I ain’t buyin’ online.
Well, back to work in an hour anna half … oh, man, y’all don’t think those suckers will be frozen by then, do ya?
My grandfather’s goal was to have ripe tomatoes by the 4th of July. One time my father and my uncle, his two sons-in-law, pranked him by putting out a couple of red plastice tomatoes and Grandpa got all excited, until he got close.
Dishes done, lawn and flowers watered, and fuel for the Jeep have been obtained. I have laundry sloshin’ in the washer and took some pics of my little work in progress that is my yard. I posted a few on the book of faces.
Debating pruning some bushes or washing the Jeep…
It’s so easy, it’s scary! I need to get a couple of things but I’m waiting till Prime Day just in case. Neither is critical, but if there’s a chance I can save a buck, I can wait.
Back from Aldi - they didn’t have the lunchmeat I like - I’ll try again tomorrow. No biggie. Cozmo is back home and Daughter and fambly should be home pretty soon. Now, how long before Ziva ventures out?
My weird brain took this to mean that you’re planning to distribute pimento cheese sammiches for communion.
I also thought pimento cheese sammies for communion.
swampie, when I was living in Michigan for three years, at one point our church was between pastors. Usually we could get a supply minister but for two Sundays we didn’t. At that point I was chair of the worship committee. When we were discussing how to hold the service it seemed that heads just swiveled and looked at me. So I did it. We didn’'t have Communion at the services though, but I did have to write the sermon. People were complimentary about them, but that’s probably relief that THEY didn’t have to do the speaking.
Afternoon all. Proved once again that living 25 miles from the Golden Corral is good for my weight (in that I don’t stuff myself every week there). Still, Soup, Salad, Entry, Potato and Dessert with free Coke refills for about $20 is a deal hard to pass up. Then decided to stop at Buc-ees on the way home, ostensibly to use their pristine toilet facilities (which are very clean and well-maintained) but also to look around some. Apparently about half the county had the same idea, it was packed. Managed to escape without adding any more calories to the amount I already had consumed, but it was a struggle. Now home and probably will do nappage here in a bit, as all carnivores do after gorging on a meal.
One, glad to see you around the premises, OW. And yeah, that probably wouldn’t be a bad thing to have at communion (all the elder parishioners would need fainting couches, however…)
shoe, can tell you are in Popsicle heaven. And yeah, I resisted using Amazon for a long time, now it’s my go-to when something strikes me as needed.
suzie, that’s a lovely bookcase but unless you and/or wife played in the NBA, I think you probably need a stepladder for the top shelves.
FCM, looks good on the boat.
nellie, happy moving anniversary and thanks for the story; at least it wasn’t packed in the bottom-most box.
Taters, that is a lovely story about Polar. Glad he found you and your family.
OK, feeling nappage coming on, so take care all.
Oh, it has a lovely sliding ladder as well.
Bleach will kill most anything almost instantly. Hopefully you’re not dumping it into a septic system, as it will kill all the bacteria that needs to be in there.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated and had a very good and plentiful first Sunday brunch. Then it was back to da cave for two hours worth of nappage. I was tahrd! We have had watermelon and the biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. 'Tis very hawt out so glad to be inside in the a/c.
We did not have pimento cheese sammiches for Communion. First they’d have to be cut into little circles which would be painstakin’. Also, I am not sure a tiny pimento cheese sammich intincted in wine would hold up or taste too good. red the Episcopal church says that certain qualified laypersons can deliver a homily of his or her own creation, or read a published sermon approved by the church, of which there are many on line. It must, needless to say, be relevant to the scriptures for the day. Our organist/music director likes to do them, so we have permission from the Diocese for that. I ain’t about to write a sermon, so If’n I had to, it would be an online one. I am, however, qualified to do so as a licensed lay minister.