flyboy I’ve had TJ"s beef burria in my freezer for a while. I’m a single dude, how do you deal with the leftovers? I can’t do, whatever it is, like a pound of meat in one sitting.
sahi I wish I could stretch like Rayleigh. But I think the creaking would set off seismic alarms in multiple counties if I tried that.
Gordie used to sleep like that
You realize you’ve now taunted the Infection Gods! 
Back when I thought Tobias would nap in the pack-n-play, I cut a hunk of memory foam to make a little mattress to go in it. I think he slept on it maybe 2 or 3 times. The pack-n-play is gone, but I still have the foam, and yesterday, I set it up for Higgs. She apparently approves - she’ll lie there instead of trying to jump on the couch (which is getting harder for her these days anyway - she’s 11, which makes her elderly.) But she’s too squatty to sleep in a weird position. Her weirdness manifests in other ways.
It rained on and off all night - I woke to the pitter-patter on the roof. Depending on the site you check, it could be rainy all day… or not…Still, looks like an indoor day here. I’ll finish crocheting and assembling the dragon, and I’ve got some poke chops thawed that’ll be sous-vided for supper. Anything else that happens will be spontaneous, more or less.
Happy Sunday!!
Good mornin’ y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 72 Amurrkin out and mostly clear with a predicted high of 90 and mostly cloudy. The big item on today’s agenda iAny s deheathenization, wherein I have Verger duty. After that I have a search committee meetin’. I have a feelin’ that might take a couple of hours. Le Sigh. Any need to feed today will be via forage as there are sammich makin’s, chips, and even some leftovers from last night’s sup. I foresee an afternoon of nappage, major sloth and day drinkin’.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. Spot has been fed, so he won’t loudly starve to death for at least 2 hours. There’s a DENSE FOG ADVISORY till 10:00a.m.
swampy, a couple hour committee meeting on a Sunday? I’d do a couple of tequila shots before that if I were you.
I’m sorry about your respitory issues yank, but I’m glad that you got most of your deposits back. I hope that you’re feeling better soonest.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do meal prep and KP.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s 24c/76f with no predicted change, and the chance of isolated showers. Weather app says “The bad news: it’s raining. The good news: nobody will notice your fucking tears.” It’s cloudy out there but only a little rain much earlier in the day, so definitely nothing to cry over yet.
Nothing much going on here today, I had a relaxing evening doing very little and I think slothage is the order of the day again. I can’t manage Swampy’s levels of slothage yet but I’ll give it my best shot. All I’ve done today is sort the cats out, put some rubbish out in the biiiiiig bin, and drink tea. The morning was spent faffing on t’interwebz, booking some gig tickets, doing a CD pre-order or two, and drinking more tea. The afternoon will involve foraging for lunch, lazing on the sofa with the cats, and eventually working up the energy and enthusiasm to make something for dinner tonight.
Good morning, all. Today we’ll rake up a buttload of moldy old bark chips from a planter bed in the front yard, and replace them with new chips. Then it’s off to do some grocery shopping. I’d really like to go out for lunch, as I spent a lot of yesterday making Armenian stuffed grape leaves and I’m about done with cooking for a day or so. Maybe I can talk Mr. brown into an enchilada lunch.
We have four big planter pots in the back yard, and each has a different batch of flowers: lobelia, fuchsia, impatiens, and begonias. The pots are in a shady area, so after a couple of false starts, we found that these flowers tolerate shade well. The white impatiens are particularly healthy and pretty. I do like big gaudy flowers, but those are usually sun-loving blooms. Next summer I’ll do dahlias again and will pick out some big dinner-plate varieties.
You don’t have to give the sermon today? At least there’s that.
Good morning!
It’s 53F, clear and dark outside at the moment. Later this moring there will be clouds and some sun, with more clouds for this afternoon. The expected high is 82F.
pullin, I’m so sorry about the URI and canceled trip. I’m glad you were able to get most of your deposits returned.
The move for my son went pretty smoothly. I wanted to help him get more stuff to the new place, but, as I predicted, he refused. He had moved some stuff last Thursday and Friday but still has a ways to go. He hadn’t been able to pack much because he was working until the wee hours of the morning to finish his big project. He didn’t want us packing for him and moving unorganized stuff. I didn’t care, but I’ve learned not to argue with him. Finally, I knew he was very tired, so I could understand him just wanting to get his bed put together and savor his new place for a bit. My husband is really out of shape, and he was spent too. I was the only one ready to keep going, lol!
JtC, yes my son’s muleishness does come from me. It’s a very thick streak, and my daughter inherited it too.
He’s moved over near Evergreen State College, which is a very nice, woodsy area, and most of all, it’s quiet. Very quiet. He’s been dealing with street noise, freeway noise, screaming neighbors, and screaming druggies and vagrants for such a long time. I’m so glad he’s finally moved. He’ll no longer be able to hop on his little electric scooter to make a quick run to a store for lunch or something, but he’s more than happy to lose that little perk.
Today will be a combo of sloth, laundry, and maybe running the rollsuck through the house. But, for now, I’m going to get another cup of coffee and cruise the internet for a while.
It’s around 9am and gentle rain continues. I just finished repairing a couple of MIL’s tops and I can say I love my new sewing machine! There are still a few things i need to figure out, but the basics are nice.
FCD is in his shop. I plan to read for a while, then finish the dragon. Definitely a chillage day.
Morning all. Went right to Kroger soon as I awoke (well, I did put some clothes on) to secure my copy of the New York Times Sunday edition (they only put 1-2 out each day, so waiting until later was not possible). Will take it with me to the Golden Corral in several hours for my occasional 4-course Pot Roast Dinner for less than $24.
Sore this morning since I forgot my cap during soccer yesterday, it hurts like heck when I brush the top of my head getting into the car, but I guess I’ll live. Heading for 84F today, so still hot out there.
BBBoo, I expect Ali-bama to declare this a week of mourning since UA got whomped by Texas (and in Tuscaloosa, no less).
Pilot, in a way, this is a proper sendoff flight too…all the hassle and changing and dowannas that come with the territory. Hope you have an on-time flight back home today.
JtC, good luck getting VBC to the vet.
Sari, that’s surprising about UBER, around here it’s competitive with taxis and I can usually get one pretty quickly. Guess we have more supply than demand.
Taters, glad the move went well.
OK, need to do the Sunday Internetting then dress myself for the sojourn to the Golden Corral. All y’all have a good Sunday.
We ended up at a sports bar during the second half of the Husker game. We don’t generally watch football but we were jonesing for our favorite pizza after our road trip
We sat between a table of eight people in full Husker fan gear who were really into the game. They were all deaf/mutes. The Huskers were not playing well (as usual) and this group were yelling at the screen in ASL.
It was surreal…
I let it cool and put it into a small (about 5 inches by 2 inches) plastic container and put it in the fridge. (FWIW, I don’t reheat leftovers in the plastic containers.)
Wife and I are playing a lot of Chess and Cribbage on the deck. Grilled burgers yesterday.
But the end of summer is very near. No snow yet, but I expect it in a week or two. We then retreat inside, kick on the propane stove and play indoors. It’s fine really. But winters are very, very long here.
Yaay for all the good Sundays. And …
Sari it’s excellent to hear you moving better, and sleeping some. But when you’re falling asleep in the middle of a post, that’s maybe a sign to sleep more. Congrats on telling Son the facts of life about rides. You’re turning a supertanker here, so it’ll be a slow process, but it’s nice to see actual change. Keep up the good work!!!
As to me.
Employees riding for irk board ahead of the crowd. So I got on, met the working pilots and the FAs who are working this one and will be my crew coming home on Sun evening. Nice folks. I settle into my aisle seat in coach over the wing, so little view outside. They then load the half-dozen wheelchair folks and stop. Some confusion ensues, then it emerges we’ve been assigned an ATC takeoff time a bit over an hour later than expected. Oops. They stop boarding, and ask the wheelchair folks to deplane. Cue much grumbling since it always seem that the more infirm the passenger, the closer to the tail their assigned seat.
So the working crew myself and two other riders have the jet to ourselves for an hour. The wifi works, I have my crappy row in coach to myself, the air conditioning is blasting, so I don my dark workout jacket to avoid freezing. Then after the hour of calm they re-commence boarding. My row-mates turn out to be a 20-something couple who aren’t skinny, but are on the smallish side. Hooray for us!
Then one of the last folks to board says “You’re in my seat.” We compare notes and yep, we both have a boarding pass for this seat. Evidently when everyone deboarded, the gate agents cleared out the fact I’d boarded. So later when I didn’t scan as reboarding my seat looked empty and last-minute they gave it to somebody standing by, probably from my own cancelled earlier flight. By now the gate agent(s) are on board trying to herd the last people into the last seats. Made more complex by a group of about 8 folks with limited English who’d rearranged their seating to their convenience, leaving several other confused passengers. At least nowadays the agents have hand-helds so they can sort this stuff out right then and there, not have to run back upstairs to the gate podium to fiddle with making the computer and reality line up. They leave me where I am and find a different slot for my would-be seatmate. He in fact got a much better seat at the front of coach. At least he was skinny too, so while we were clogging the aisle folks could still slip past.
Finally we push, about 10 minutes later than re-planned, then go sit awhile on the taxiway before launching into the clear dark late night. Right at the moment ATC had decreed oh so long ago.
Along the way I see they’ve found me an FO for tomorrow. He’s going to ride up from MIA mid-afternoon on the jet we’ll then take back to MIA. So maximally convenient for him. Shame I didn’t the same deal. Luck of the draw. Or, ref doggio, they really are out to get me. I knw this FO and he is a pill. There are very few folks I actively dis-enjoy irking with and he is one of that very short list. So looks like an ignominious and less-than-pleasant wrap-up to this whole two-day fiasco.
2-1/2 hours later we slide into EWR. From what little I can see outside it’s a lovely clear night and the t-storms have been gone long enough the air is smooth.
Only a little flail deboarding, and I arrange the hotel van while the FAs wrap up their duties. Once outdoors curbside it’s a pleasant 75F and utterly dry. Whatever rain they’d had has since evaporated.
Van arrives promptly mirabile dictu. Short ride to deepest darkest downtown Newark to the hotel. No further hassles and at 2am I crawl into bed, having been up since 5:45am. And having done absolutely nothing useful all day. Not for me; not for them.
So that was Sat; the adventure of Sunday yet awaits.
Cheers all!!!
Judging by the running up and down the stairs I’m hearing, either one of the upstairs neighbors is either having a very forgetful Sunday, or has Spot class zoomies.
I would like to know how to chant “I’M BLIND! I’M DEAF! I WANNA BE A REF!” in ASL
When I lived in Las Vegas one day my wife and I walked into a casino where unbeknownst to us a convention of the deaf was going on. Lots and lots of deaf folks. And being mid-day, not hardly anyone else.
Walking through the casino was a very strange experience; it was crowded with lots of palpable energy and arm waving, and almost no sound except the slot machines. And this was long enough ago the machines weren’t as electronically beep-boop!!! raucous as they are nowadays. Eerie.
My fast has been broken. Mrs. L.A. had yoghurt with a couple of prunes. I had an omelette sandwich: One jumbo egg scrambled with salt, pepper, & cream, and cooked in a 10-inch frying pan. Add two (thin) slices of American cheese, and fold the thin omelette around it. Toast and butter two slices of Sara Lee Delightful Multi-Grain bread. Put the omelette on the toast. Tear three pieces of cooked bacon in half, and make two layers of half-slices. (Full disclosure: This morning I made it with four rashers.)
I’ve broken down Wifey’s latest Amazon boxes. It’s trash & recycling day tomorrow, so I’ll have to take the trash and recycling to the street today.
I think I have two extra seats for my Ocean Kayak. The one I used yesterday wasn’t very comfortable. I’ll see if I can find the other ‘new’ one (if I did get one). Otherwise, I’ll get the original one I bought with the 'yak 20-some years ago out of the shed. It’s faded and a little tattered, but it’s comfortable. (It also has the right attachment hardware.)
Rain continues on and off. Lunch has been ingested. I’m printing out the manual for my sewing machine. Shortly, we will go to MIL’s to take some stuff and to help set up her and BIL’s VM.
Pretty much a day of chill, more or less.