Mornin’ all! 8am on a gray windless morning as I start driveling. NWS sez 80/27 on the way to 90/32. The Sun is well up, but just a sorta-brighter patch in the clouds. No sign of rain here recently nor anywhere I can see. Been balconatin’ and caffinatin’ out here since about 515.
Got home last night in fine form and was up another hour-ish then to bed at the usual time. The new fake fireplace looks quite nice in the evening. Pretty underwhelming in the blazing sunlight. A noisy thunderstorm went by, but we just got the edges. Rain, not slamming.
Ex-roomie Mike was not so lucky. Last night was a Doobie Brothers concert at an open air arena. I’d intended to go until I got sick and on Tue morning told him I would not be safe around him on Wed, so I bailed out. He ended up going with a golfing buddy. They drove up there into the teeth of a monster storm and sat in the huge dirt parking lot while the whole thing turned into a pond. I haven’t heard from him yet whether the performance was canceled or just delayed a couple hours, nor whether they chickened out or braved it, but I’m darn sure it didn’t run on time. About 3/4ths of the seating is on a lawn, and of the fixed stadium chairs, barely 10% are under anything resembling a waterproof roof. Woulda been an ordeal. Lucky me to miss it. I’m almost afraid to ask him how it went.
Last night I slept well. First night in a few with no sweats nor chills, no damp bed. I’m feeling normal today, if a bit depleted. Eating well yesterday certainly helped. Planning the same today.
Awoke this morning to discover I’d not actually run the dishwasher as I’d thought. I’d loaded everything, put in the soap, and locked the door but that’s it. The start-up process is a bit different from my old one of course and seems easy to get half-launched. It’s quiet enough (and/or I’m deaf enough) that unless I’m sitting right there I can’t hear it running. Oops.
Of course I had put away a bunch of dirty items 
before I noticed a couple things that were really obviously unclean then really examined things more closely to see my error. Evidently I do a pretty good job of-pre-rinsing my dishes. So a now whole bunch more flatware is getting washed since I can’t reliably tell which were the dirties I’d just dumped in the drawer and which were the clean already in the drawer.
Famous last words, but BB is coming up on Fri mid-afternoon to stay for 24-ish hours. Remember this from Monday?:
Well, despite being truly most sincerely dead he found a way to mess us up yet again. She was expecting to go home Sunday morning to attend the funeral Sunday afternoon. She learned this morning there’s a funeral rehearsal Sat night she needs to attend as one of the big participants. So now she’s leaving me about 20 hours earlier than our already-truncated plans that were shortened on his behalf.
I need to wrap a couple of goodies I got for her. There have been so many aborted visits I’ve built up an embarrassing backlog of stuff to give her that I’ll need to meter carefully into the future lest it look weird or overdone.
And that’s the shape of my RDOS Thursday. Relax, build strength, eat, and giftwrap. As Calvin so wisely said: “The days are just packed!”
As to y’all …
Shoe, I’m sorry you chose to have your Dad involved in anything of yours. The poets Foreigner once said:
You’re digging for gold, you’re throwing away
A fortune in feelings, but someday you’ll pay
In your case you’re not digging for gold, but your efforts to save a buck are costing you a fortune in feelings. Not good ones forgone like in the song, but instead bad ones willingly accepted. And you’re paying up front, not later.
Perhaps there’s another way?
This is from a couple days ago:
What ever happened? Was I right and they wanted to take your trailer too?
Sticky: Congrats for Mom’s B-day. Even a minor event is something.
Last night at dinner I saw an elderly woman uncertainly pushing a rollater with her 50-something almost-certainly daughter hovering behind in a mixture of helping and impatience as they made their way past me to their table. I’ve certainly been there with MIL. Anyhow, I softly said “Enjoy her while you can.” Daughter turned and smiled.
Flyboy & Metalmouse: Yeah, the trick to exercise is start slow enough not to hurt yourself. We’re a lot more brittle than we think we are based on years-ago experience. The hard part is that going slowly takes a lot of patience in the face of drudge now, reward later. Something I seem to have less of every day. I want my rewards early and often, dammit! Do not ask me how my own non-existent exercise efforts are going.
Sari: good luck w everything.
FCM: good luck w transformer panel. Meltdowns are bad. And hooray for completed errands before my ass has left my chair except to refill coffee.
Hippie: Yaay for #1 under your belt. Takes a lot of uncertainty off your mind. And agree that first thing is ideal: less disruption to your day and less chance they’ll be disrupted by problems with earlier appointments. Win-win.
Back to me:
Just saw something funny.
The golfers are golfing down below. One hit a great drive to the green on this short hole and it’ll be a maaybe 10 foot putt. I didn’t see the drive, but I look up because I hear them shouting, see them driving their carts really fast towards the green, then look to the green to see the ball sitting there in great position. Except …
It’s being pushed around by a raven who’s trying to decide if it’s edible or would make a nice nest decoration. By the time they’d shooed the bird away his 10 foot putt was about a 15. 
I’d never seen that before.
My traveling companion pilot pal just pinged. He’s just home from work and wants to connect later today if I’m free. All TBD, but that’ll most likely keep me out of trouble occupied for afternoon / dinner.
Now 90 minutes(!) after I started it’s waay past time to wrap this epic novel, shevel, and launch my day. I’d gotten two kinds of rabbit-covered wrapping paper 
for BB’s gifts, but did not find suitable ribbon. One more try today at a Hallmark shop, and so may let the conveniently nearby Better-than-Denny’s cook breakfast.
Cheers all! Thor forth!
