My mother had the gold butterflies, and it was closer to 50 years ago than 40 (she had those as far back as I can recall, definitely when I was in grade school, and I started kindergarten in 1974).
Afternoon all. Was a fairly productive morning, started out with the garage door not working; turns out when I tried to open it last night (in case the power outage lasted too long), I did manage to disconnect it so I needed to get on a ladder and re-attach things. Fortunately it is pretty idiot-proof (when it comes to stuff like that, it had better be that way for me) so made it out of my garage. Picked up the two prescriptions but doubt I will use them, no pain or nausea detected to date. Them went to the gym and they put my personal trainer stuff on hold until 10 March, so no worries about paying bucks for nothing. Then gassed up car and picked up my Jimmy John’s #3 regular for lunch. Inside now, it’s all the way to 21F now and we have a beautiful blue sky, but think I have labored enough for a guy 48 hours out of a hospital bed, so sloth and nappage will be the order of the rest of the day.
The spice must flow.
BBBoo, glad to see that you are up and about, be careful out there in the glare. Stay warm and enjoy your time with the kiddos.
FCM, enjoy the kids and the spud soup. And yes, that is a big plant. Just don’t name it Audrey… And glad you can tote away.
You are a wise woman.
Ah, work, where the minutes are kept and the hours are lost…
nellie, just waiting to hear the complaints from your neighbors as they get booted out. And you got mentioned in a book! I realize that it is not a huge thing these days, but as a bookaholic I’m impressed!
That…is a good question. From what I have read I shouldn’t be doing any stress/heavy lifting for about 30 days. I see the surgeon in about 2 weeks for an exam so I’ll probably know more by then. A delay until 10 March works out well for me and the gym assures me I can start earlier than that if I get the go-ahead.
Oopsie, as another live-alone with few visitors, I may have to look into that Google Nest/Echo Pop or things like it, that would be something I would find of value. And the X-wing looks nice.
So more like Gimli? 
Cookie, sounds like a good time was had.
And time to check the other sections of the SDMB and see about the Inauguration…but first I need to get in the mood for it…https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ph1GU1qQ1zQ
Thank you for timely warning, saving me not only shekels but frustration. I’ll do a light tint if I do anything. Thanks 
!
Thanks for the song! I really enjoyed it~Ringo is my lifetime favorite drummer ever and still. Stashed that one on my favorite YouTube playlist-very nice.
The sun is out. Its 10 degrees. I took a short nap and am eating extra cheezy pizza flavored goldfish.
I am craving chicken noodle soup from down the street but even if it were warm enough to walk there, its 4.50 for a pint.
Have 2 library books and a Rolling Stone to read til I go out on Thurs.
Me too! I loved seeing the international artists on various instruments, just bustin’ out & doin’ their groovy thang.
That was quite the mood uplifter. Thanks, mouse.
I don’t have Alexa, but I do talk to Sirius on my iPhone. I found I could pick the gender and the accent for the Sirius voice, so I chose a male voice and an English accent. I was hoping the accent would sound like Patrick Stewart or Benedict Cumberbatch, but instead it sounds like the Geico gecko. But I still like it better than a female voice.
However, Mr. brown hates it. When we’re out driving, I like to ask Sirius for “driving directions to ______”, and it starts up the spoken driving directions. Mr. brown calls him “that fucking toffee-nosed bastard” and resents being given directions by a male voice. But it’s my phone, and if I want a male English voice, that’s what I’m going to have.
Sounds like debates my husband and I have about Waze voices. He says he can hear a female more easily, but tends to pick one I find a bit ear-irritating. I prefer the British male with street names, who goes by Thomas. When he’s riding with me, DH says he can’t hear Thomas. Oh well, I can, and I find him a lot more pleasant to listen to than the one he uses (I think it’s Jane).
The issue with smart houses and such is that they will be unusable after an ElectroMagnetic Pulse.
Hubs talks to his phone, or should I say he argues with it. I’m finding myself wondering if I even need a smartphone nowadays.
Sounds like its time for you to break out the down jacket! Back when we lived in AZ, we could always tell the Snowbirds because they would be running around in shorts and flip-flops when it was 60F.
It was 8F with another inch of snow when I go up this morning. I went outside. It was cold. It’s up to 12F now but the bright sun is still melting the snow. The roads are going to be nasty tomorrow morning.
I had a doctor appointment tomorrow but the office will be closed. It wasn’t anything critical, he likes to monitor my thyroid on a regular basis. I got the blood work done last week so that’s all taken care of.
No swimming for a few days, the road to the rec center isn’t one of the first to get plowed and they have learned to not trust people on the road (I think I shared the story of the one truck going off the side of the road and the other truck winching a tree down on top of both vehicles), so chained it closed when the first snow flakes fell.
It is a shady, windy up and down road, it makes sense to close it but I still get a little “this is why we can’t have nice things” feeling about it.
I agree, very scary. I’m fairly sure it will get better as your eyes adjust. I read forward about your other things going on, I’ve heard of those things as well during the recovery process. Not an eye doctor, just worked for one in a surgery center.
I’m so sorry, I hope the proper dose gets figured out soon. Puking is never fun.
TIL, thank you.
What a lovely thing for both of you. I also hope it is successful.
And some people say day drinkin’ isn’t good for you!
Yours only broke? Mine shattered into a billion little pieces that went all over the place.
Yes
Holy heck, it’s 4:20 ET and there’s already 89 posts and I’m only on post 6.
Scrolling back up to see if I can get through most of them.
Thank you. I generally feel good (much less moment-to-moment nausea than on Ozempic), but at the moment, I am, shall I say, merely a conduit for liquid in all directions. Therefore, I’ve eaten a banana, am currently making applesauce, and will have rice for dinner.
N.P., abouts where do you live? Scotland?
Corelle doesn’t just break. It shatters into thousands of shards which my sister found out when she dropped a plate on the ceramic kitchen floor. She was picking out shreds of Corellevfrom her calf the rest of the evening.
I went to a pizza lunch put on by a card writing group. The group targets LGBTQ+ people who feel marginalized. I just joined the group, but apparently it’s been doing this for at least five years. There were 100 people at the lunch. Pizza was excellent, each table wrote cards and I had a good time meeting new people.
Corelle is glass, not clay, so yeah, it splinters rather than breaking into chunks.
A bit of sad news today. There used to be a couple who lived in the apartment above us, Marge and Paul. They were a very elderly couple but in good shape for people in their 90s. Every morning would find them walking down the two floors to where the exercises are done, and seated themselves in the front row. Always greeted everyone with smiles on their faces. Paul was a WWII veteran, although he never had to go into combat.
Then Paul took a fall. He had to temporarily go into a facility that provided full-time care to recover from a broken bone. After some time, he returned to our building looking pretty frail, but still game for exercise, if not the stairs. Then he fell again while getting out of bed. Off to the rehab center, but this time his wife moved out for good to be with him.
This morning we read his obituary. Paul was 97 and lived a very full life. We’re sad that he’s gone, but he sure had a good run.
My ears generally find lower-pitched sounds more comfortable, but I seem to do more poorly than most trying to listen to anything where the signal-to-noise ratio is poor. As road noise is generally low-pitched, I tend to have a more difficult time understanding low-pitched “male” voices from my navigation, than higher-pitched “female” voices.
many years ago, Waze had a different “female” voice, that worked well enough for me. One morning in 2014, as I was driving to the trade school I was attending at the time, it seemed to me that Waze suddenly started slurring, mumbling, and generally sounding drunk. It turns out that the voice I was using was one that Waze/Google was paying a third party to license for this use, and this was the moment when they discontinued the use of that voice, replacing it with one of their own named “Jane”. I don’t remember what the name was of the previous voice that they stopped using at that time.
There was a lot of negative feedback on Waze’s forum about the new voice; with Waze itself boasting and proclaiming the virtues of its employee, proudly not a professional voice actress, whose voice they had used as the model for “Jane”.
I continued using “Jane” because it was still the voice among those that Waze offered that I could best hear over road noise. They quickly tweaked the voice model so that it could speak more clearly and understandably; but it’s always had a harshness to it that I never really liked, and which @Seanette utterly hates.
Some time, very recently, I happened to be looking at settings and see there is a new voice, named “Lisa”, that wasn’t there before. I can hear andf understand it about as well over road noise as I could “Jane”, but it is much more pleasant sounding, and I don’t think it bothers @Seanette nearly as much as “Jane” did.
Saskatchewan.
Ate more quiche, and part of the kielbasa/green pea soup.
Took lengthy followup nap, while healthy veg-based food assimilated.
Awoke to find Monkey curled up in my arms.
So the only sensible course of action was to … snuggle my nose in his fur, and drift back off for awhile.
Mom sent me a meme, thus indicating her online satus, so I did our usual Monday call. Neither of us had much to say (“It’s cold.” “Yeah, colder here.”) so we exchanged some basic pleasantries and now that’s done.
All quiet on the Shoe front.
It’s not that hard to unplug the smart plug and turn on the lights old school. Altho with everything computerized in one way or another, I guess I’ll have to forsake my washer and find a rock somewhere to beat my clothes against…
Oh yeah, it shattered and splintered and scared the $#!+ out of the Tobester. I swept up the bigger hunks, then roll-sucked the rest. I’m hoping none of the slivers shot any farther into the basement, but I’m pretty sure I got them all. Glad the boy wasn’t barefoot.
I remember more than half a century ago when my mom dropped a corelle plate and it not only shattered, but the shards vibrated on the floor for many seconds after. It was fascinating and a bit scary at the same time.
And today has wound down. I’m about to go ride the bike while watching the next episode of Death in Paradise. Then I’ll come up and review my list for tomorrow. We’re going to leave by 9:30, so no real rush tonight. We can pack in the morning, I can water the plants and scoop the cat box and make sure she has food and water.
Sooooooo ready for this break.
I make a list any time I’m going to be gone overnight, especially if it involves driving 100+ miles or flying. Otherwise, something can / will be missing when I reach my destination.
I could see me using Alexa or Google to turn on my porch light when I come home after dark. Otherwise, it would serve as one of those I’ve fallen and I can’t get up devices, given that I live in 560 square feet.
I’m sorry about your aunt, taters. 
No worries! Give the grands some time. 
This sounds like something I’d like to do. I’m going to check to see if there’s something like this locally.
I’m sorry. It does sound like Paul lived a good life.
Oy, y’all are chatty today!
My irkmate was out today and it wouldn’t surprise me if she’s out tomorrow, so I may have to pick up some of her stuff to get mine done. I also have to figure out where the cart of phones that were dropped off in my area go because the don’t go to me. It was a frigid 9 ferrets when I got up this morning and didn’t get warmer than 23F. Dangit! I live in the mid-south; we’re not prepared for this kind of cold.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!