GENIUS! I’ll bet I can borrow some from the pet rescue place, that’s the sort of thing they keep stocked.
That is why I am restricting my online time so much. I was getting far too upset because I was learning that people who I had respected and admired voted for this.
If I was paying what you are paying for a dinky apartment, I’d be getting all of my exercise bitching out building maintenance. I hope the diverters help, we get much more temperature sensitive as we age.
Being happy without straining oneself is always a good thing, I’m glad you got out and had fun.
I forgot to address your surprise that Hubs was released so quickly. As you know, single people are often treated differently than couples and post-surgery release is no exception. Hubs had a driver and someone who would be able to monitor his recovery as well as nag him if he was doing things he shouldn’t.
His surgeon explained everything to both of us and answered my questions clearly. I had to sign his discharge instructions and then had a discussion about the instructions with the discharge nurse while she was showing me how to check his wound dressings and telling me how and when to remove them.
I also got a call this morning from his medical team asking for an update. Someone else called him.
I didn’t mean to say mean things about the librarian who took my book, that was back when the village helped raise the children by stopping them from doing harmful things while tattling to their moms.
Mom talked to them and they respected Mom’s authority and trust in her children so accommodations were made for the little girl who was reading her way through the library book by book.
The book that was taken out of my hands really was inappropriate for my age. Who would have thought that the Kama Sutra could be found in the Technology (600) section of the library?
Does anyone remember bookmobiles? I just loved them, they had a three book limit and a very limited selection, but I just loved going to the corner and climbing on a bus full of books.
Many years later in life, while I was working as a cataloging librarian (the only time my MLS actually paid off), a used book store/hoarder owner died and left the store to the library. The department I worked for was sent in to sort the books into 4 areas.
Valuable books were taken to the library daily, some to be added to the Reference collection and some to be sold.
Popular books in good shape that could be added to the general collection were taken cataloging department weekly.
Books that could be sold by the Friends got put in many, many boxes and stacked up until the weather was good for a book sale.
All of the other books were up for sale at a dime a bag. I brought home so many books. Some of them were pattern books that were missing pages but still had some things I wanted, many of them were flaking pulp science fiction.
I had stacks of books on the night stand, stacks of books by the couch, stacks of books in the dining room, I filled our house with books and then started slowly sorting and dealing with them. One day, Hubs started looking under the couch for a kitty toy and pulled out a book and held it up and asked if there was a 12 step program for this sort of thing.
It was pretty amazing to be honest. He was telling me how much better he was feeling even before getting unhooked from everything. Today he said that even though he hurts all over (to be expected), he feels better than he has for at least a year.
I can tell that he is doing better, I can’t hear him gasping while he’s trying to stand up from his desk chair. His face isn’t nearly as puffy and his color is so much better.
I still fall victim to that. I’ll realize that the kitchen backsplash is grubby and clean it and the sink. Then the windowsill looks bad, so it gets wiped. Then the window looks bad, so it gets washed. Then I can’t leave those dusty curtains up so they get taken down and ironed. While I’m admiring that, I notice that the appliances need some attention. Four hours later, I’m really regretting wiping the backsplash.
Go you! I hope the humane society makes lots of money!
I’ve been thinking about Bob Evans lately, you have inspired me to take Hubs sometime next week.
Or maybe you are just very well trained, cause that would be easier 
Thank you so much. I think that you are right, I wasn’t a stupid kid despite my habit of doing really stoopid things. I’m sure it wasn’t a learning disability, everything else about the written word just rocked my world.
Poor Mom tried so hard to help me and I did as well. I wanted to be able to spell because it was so important to her. Usually the best I could do was a “Needs Improvement” with a teacher note about how unusual it was that someone who was reading at my level couldn’t master spelling.
Its always been the vowels that trip me up. I never really got those figured out, probably because I didn’t learn to sound them out first, or maybe you are totally right and there is a gene involved and someday it would be found. All of us good readers/bad speelers will be vindicated!