Peach looks like a good girl! Keeping appendages crossed that it’s a good match.
Does this facility have a cards program? The one that I worked with for a few years finally gave it up because the activities staff running got RIFed.
Sounds like you got her used to the idea that humans can be pretty good folks.
I think a lot of families have one of those.
Went to SIL’s for tea today and didn’t get much else done. It will likely be the last time I see her and my niece for a long time. I’ll see my nephew on moving day, since he’ll be coming down to help load up the tech stuff in the car.
Evening all. Made it to the gym and have taken the garbage and recyclables out to the trash cans and will do the on-line classes this evening after I finish my Big Bowl O’Fettuccine which I am currently working on, so I guess this has been a non-slothage day. Ought to sleep well tonight (if bladder cooperates).
FCM, happy so-to-be yarning day. And yeah, chill time is recommended by 9 out of 10 RDOS…
Van Go, Peach is a good doggie, if you get her I hope that there is great joy shared by both of you.
JtC, good luck with the wasps, and sound like the butcher could be a very popular fellow if he can keep his prices down like that.And interesting story about Hubs, I have little idea what make of car I pass on the road, much less that level of ID.
And sister is a female dog for sure (and I am insulting myraids of female dogs saying that who are much better-mannered than your sis).
Cookie. had to look up lumpia wrappers, then lumpia (for all my travels, I am still such a hick…). The had to look up gyoza. Envy you your taste, I have been a ‘fussy eater’ all my life and know I have missed out on a lot of good things.
Swampy, I’ve made it my business not to coach kids over the age of 12, a man has got to know his limitations…
Ok, the on-line training should take around 2 hours, so best be about it. Have a good evening all.
You’re being charitable. I won’t be: she did it because she knew how much it would hurt you and to show you that she has control over your mother’s wishes, not your mother. So, yes, bitch.
Thanks. I know that it is just stuff and I really need to start getting rid of my own stuff. But I wanted that stuff more than I want my current stuff. So humpf.
I do not know. Mostly because I don’t know exactly what you mean…but if you are offering to send cards to lonely old folks, I would be happy to make sure they are given out properly. I will ask if they have a card program when I visit next week.
Yeah. I’m almost over it now because I really did expect this to happen, kinda. Mostly I expected sister to just toss everything in the trash so I’m glad Mom was able to make sure that didn’t happen.
The five foot tall thread cabinet was a work of art. Every single separator was lovingly hand sanded and polished to avoid snags. The three inch wide dove-tailed drawers had pewter label holders (like the ones in card catalogs, but nicer) and the top had grooves to help wind thread into proper stitching bundles.
I will hate sister for that for maybe a few months before I realize that letting her have free rent in my head lets her win. I’m already working on that, reminding myself that I already knew it would happen so just let it go.
Leaving friends and loved ones is the hardest part.
I’ve fact checked him often enough in the past to be pretty sure he was right today. He spent most of our married life as an “Collision Repair Specialist” aka auto body guy that he knows cars inside and out. He went to classes on a regular basis and had his brag wall full of framed certificates.
Back when I first met him, I thought a bodyman was a gorilla with a hammer. After we got married, I learned that a bodyman was a gorilla with a WHOLE lot of hammers. (Dad made him a 5 ft long work bench with locking cabinets. It has removable rails that he put in to help tools and parts not fall off. If I remember, I’ll go out to the shed and take a pic and share it. It’s battered and dinged but has never failed us.)
Thanks for that reminder. It is very rude of me to malign female dogs like that.
As to the butcher, they buy and slaughter local livestock. Inspections and all are involved but they sell the meat to the community instead of to brokerages who sell it to processing plants who then sell it to the grocery stores.
We can’t get everything we want from them, but their thick cut bacon is to die for. Their spicy pork sausage is very boring, but still less expensive than at Kroger.
Thank you for saying what I’ve been thinking.
Nothing I can do now, so best to not dwell on it.
Instead I will share the funny story of Tara’s four year old daughter learning that she likes hot cherry tomatoes. Daughter didn’t like tomatoes from the store so Tara didn’t put them on her plate. I sent Tara home with a bag of cherry tomatoes and daughter thought they were pretty good. Today Tara brought her daughter over (by invitation) to pick cherry tomatoes and the look on daughters face when she put the first sun warmed tomato in her mouth was priceless!
I’ll be planting extra cherry tomatoes for her next year, I do love feeding the littles.
I understand the temptation to use this term, I really do. But it’s not a term we allow on the board to describe women. We take men to task on the board for using it and must equally admonish women for doing the same. It is a very demeaning and misogynistic term. Please don’t use it.
Thank you. I agree, I should have never used that word. However, may I also take the blame for Boo’s following my very bad example? I was the bad influence, all of the fault is mine.
I’m never about assigning blame. I just have to make sure to apply our rules equally to all posters. It’s a term that rolls easily off the tongue and I expect is not a big deal on most other boards. But since we’re trying hard to reduce the amount of misogyny here, I had to say something.
Thanks for understanding.
ETA: This applies also to work-around terms like “beyotch,” @LSLGuy.
Thanks to both of you for taking the correction onboard in a graceful, kind way. I hate feeling like Big Brother Sister in these threads, but sometimes I gots no choice. As I often say, I love you all!
I was trying to find the name of the story about a hunted man doing his best to escape thousands of people looking for him. He got caught and and dragged kicking and screaming to the White House because the AI at that time said the person who was sane enough to not want to lead was the one who was required.
Essentially, the one that I was involved with had a list of folks with their likes and hobbies that we could pick from. This began around the beginning of covid. I selected five and sent them cards monthly until eventually they had all passed. By then, the activities department had discontinued the program for lack of staff. I kind of miss sending cards to the ladies. The one that occasionally sent a letter said that the cards and pics of Nelson were a hit.
How about we make a sister swap. I get you in trade for the sister who is a spiritual match to yours.
Yup. We do that one really well. Quite dysfunctional. We have to map out who is not talking to whom and who can be in the same room at the same time.
That sucks about having the things you father made get sold off.
I may do that for dinner as well. I miss the dumplings in Taiwan. The gyoza here are good, but I liked the Taiwan verson better.
There is a pretty good ramen shop about 20 minutes from my home and the gyoza side menu is good.
The first year of teaching is really a bitch because you don’t have the experience. It’s sort of sink or swim. Those who don’t quit generally kind ways that work.
What you are doing is actually much harder because you don’t see them every day so they aren’t used to you as much. They are also really excited to be playing and then forget to listen.
I think a lot of families have one of those.