Two pallets (two tons) of wood pellets for our pellet stove - our primary means of heating the house in the winter. Not to be confused with the wood-burning insert in the basement fireplace where we burn the wood I cut up earlier this week. (The linked inserts are the newest versions of our older inserts.)
I suspected it was stove pellets but thought maybe it was FCD kibble, or winter fodder for the rabbits or … 
Thanks.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot … What is this “winter” of which you speak? 
Good morning.
It’s 59F, dark and cloudy outside. The expected high is 72F, and it’ll remain generally cloudy all day, although we might see a sun break here and there.
wordy, I am so sorry about your mother. Please take care of yourself.
nellie, that’s a lot of bussin’! I haven’t taken a public bus in years, but even way back in the late 70s and early 80s, there were some “interesting” as well as scary riders.
Yesterday was an in-office day that resulted in much head: desking. People just do not listen or read for comprehension. I got through the day at the office and logged on for a while longer at home. Today is my Friday, so that’s nice.
The birthday gifts we sent my granddaughter arrived there yesterday. She loved them all. I wish I could been there to experience her excitement, but my daughter shared pics and her reactions.
I am a May baby so no half-birthday parties for me. My son’s birthday is Dec 7th, my son-in-law’s birthday is Dec 16th, and my daughter’s birthday is Jan 4th. All are very close to Christmas and I always make sure that birthdays and Christmas are separate celebrations.
I haven’t heard from my son this week, but I know he’s been super busy with a big project that’s going in front of the state legislature as well as the Governor. However, I need to know if he’s still moving and needs our help tomorrow or Saturday. I need to know which day he needs us so I can try to get Polar to the vet.
I have got to get that lawn mowed this weekend because it’s pretty shaggy at the moment. It’s not overgrown or anything, but it’s been almost two weeks now. I was going to mow last weekend, but the rain came, and that was that.
Okey-dokey. Time to get that second cup of coffee and prep for another work day.
I hope those who are in pain feel better today and that you all have a good day.
Does ingesting that get you high and take care of the munchies at the same time?
No, but that’s a great idea for a new line of edibles!
This is an excellent point @Sahirrnee at least place your own needs on an even level every once in a while.
(Pssst … you’re allowed to prioritize yourself, too!)
The former G.M. was I’m about 99% sure the tip-stealer, and 128% sure was a manipulative creepy bastard.
For funsies, really just to entertain those of you who enjoy juicy details, Mr. Stockholm Syndrome is roommates with Asshole Former G.M.'s son. Such is small town life, I guess.
Their longtime previous camaraderie made things kinda weird after Mr. S. S. (wait OMG no, we’re not using that abbrev. again!!) started working there, esp. since he really identified more with the rest of the crew than with that old prick. Dude’s barely 22, IIRC.
So there’s your soap opera for the day, although really it’s all water under the bridge at this point.
In more current news, it’s finally not ridonk hyooomid and I’m currently enjoying well-lit but overcast skies. PERFECT.
Monkey is rolling in fresh catnip on the driveway, his & Pretzel’s water bowls are both refilled (Charm got hers yesterday) and I’ve taken out some trash and put away clean silverware.
I really need to dump & replace Monkey’s 
box, but that may be a Future Shoe problem.
For now, I have cheese ‘n’ crackers & a hot cuppa awaiting me for breakfast.
I might get ambitious and scramble a coupla eggs. Or maybe later, for Second Breakfast. Most likely, the latter.
Oooh! I start work late today (4 not 3) AND I’m early out! Woooot!! (As the kids say … wait. Shit. Do they still?)
Anyway, there will certainly be time for eggies later, after Sleep v 2.0 … it’s not even 9:30 a.m. and I’m still wrapping up my mid-sleep bio break, since I got a bit ambitious about trash and enjoying the cloudy dawn.
Morning all. Cool last night thanks to the rain and got a good night’s sleep. It’s still only 71F now so the AC can take a good break, but it’ll get to 85F today, so it will be needed. Instant Breakfast and a banana have been ingested, and in about an hour I’ll take off to see my Edward Jones guy in my annual foray into high finance. Soccer this evening and hopefully some gym time in-between.
Shoe, Karma seems to catch up with the B******s, although it takes longer than it should. Enjoy the short work day.
Taters, mowage for me is set for Firday, weather permitting (it shows only a 5% chance of rain, but we’ve had downpours on 5% chance days before).
Boo fae, do not visit the South of the USA in summer…just sayin’
Sari, hang in there, Echo and the GR will be patient. My SUV has been at the shop almost three weeks, it’s delayed due to a backlog of work; going up there tomorrow to see what the status is.
OK, onward with the morning internetting. Take care all.
I have a batch of sketty sauce simmering away for a coupla hours. Tobias helped me make it… well, he supervised anyway. When it’s done, I may make a batch of bean soup, or maybe that will happen tomorrow.
Meanwhile, we’re watching funny pet videos on YouTube.
Quickly dropping in to give Wordy hugs on the loss of her mom.
Then it’s irk, irk, irk.
baker, if your church has been picketed by WBC, then you’re doing something right.
I hope that you can get a handle on your health sari.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted, dog parked and am now watching videos and messing around in the studio. I may watch a movie later (or not) and do some reading out on the patio, since it’s not so stinking hot. All in all, a good mental health day so far.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
What do you have against steamships?
They used to serve pot pie on the boat occasionally. When they did, I’d grab a comment chit on the way off the mess decks and submit it: “Too much pie, not enough pot.”
Flu shot day at WDM. We’re up in about 30 minutes. There’s also a covid case in the building. Management is also replacing all the window screens today! The fun never stops.
It’s that time of year again when we dole out some of the inheritance money. Seems better for all to do this now rather than have them waiting until I’m 95 and the value of the dollars has declined to something meaningless. Besides, I know that two of them will be very glad to have it. We also have no plans or ambitions that would put any significant dent in the holdings (although the wife has been making noises about a Viking river cruise). Let the check-writing begin!
Knee scabs are holding, so no new leakage. I did a hated sponge-batch this morning instead of actually getting - you know - clean. I see a doctor-type person tomorrow who will have a look and mutter things at me. I’m thinking another week of no PT should do the trick.
Salmon and dill omelet this morning for the breaking of the fast.
Just got a text that FCD’s phone is out for delivery. Will it get here in 2 anna half hours? Or will FCD get back from the vet with Higgs before I leave?
Cue dramatic music
I slept well again, thanks to the paper towel and plastic wrap trick. I’m still itching around the incision. And I am ticked. All the docs and everything I’ve read has said that PT is crucial. AIUI, in the first month, your body is racing to form scar tissue, and if you don’t get enough PT, that scar tissue will keep you from getting full range of motion. This is why the doc’s office was appalled that I hadn’t heard from the PT place within a few days of surgery.
Well, the assessment guy who finally showed up a week ago, a full week after he should have been here, said someone would call to set up PT for this week. Here it is Thursday, and no call yet. I called the surgeon’s team and, of course, had to leave a VM. I could’ve called the PT place directly, but who knows when they’d get back to me? Plus my doc should know I’ve had no PT. 
I wouldn’t mind if it didn’t affect my chance to walk normally again.
Sari, I hope you see this. Please listen to your ol’ pal Nellie, who cares about you. Think of me as that little voice in your head. You are in a precarious situation, and you need help–and not just from Sah-son. If I told you I had trouble sitting up and no one to help me do so, wouldn’t you think I needed help? And if I also said I couldn’t get downstairs by myself and had no one to help me, wouldn’t you tell me to get someone? I sure hope so. I know you’re going to say you could get Sah-son if you really needed him, but your definition of “really needed” will always depend on how much he needs his sleep, whether he’s at work, etc. I’m a mom. I know how this works. Also, if you’re about to say you don’t really NEED to get downstairs, keep in mind it’s not about whether you need to; it’s about whether or not you can.
Can you at least get someone to drop in a couple times a day, someone you could and would call if you needed them? How about Barky and Humpy mom? She owes you. Or if not her, how about someone else from the dog park?
I wonder if they were from Idaho, USA. That’s the slogan on their license plates.
shoe, I hope Stockholm Syndrome Guy and the other sleazy slime balls got arrested on a half-dozen felony charges, the board of health closed down the joint permanently on multiple repeated infractions, and they got hit with a massive wrongful discharge suit or six.
So…so…you won’t get any birthday celebration? No gifts, no Pin the Tail on the Donkey, no anything? At least you’ll get a cake slice here!
So should we send two hundred balloons for her next b-day, or will three hundred be enough?
Enjoy it!
I mixed up my letters & briefly parsed this as “Weapons of Mass Destruction.”
Call. Repeatedly. Leave a dozen messages within the same hour if you have to. Tie up their phone lines. Be THAT person. Yes, be a pest.
YOU DESERVE TREATMENT!
Alright, alright. I appreciate that you got my back, but hold off on the pointy spiders a bit. Stockholm syndrome did nothing wrong. He propped me up when I was absolutely floundering as a newly-made manager, and his only involvement in the whole “stolen tips” fiasco was giving me a brief but prompt reply when I blew up his phone asking why the hell his boss had mailed me a check. (The G.M. was long gone by that point.) Otherwise, I’d have never even known.
And I was the one who walked out. As in, abruptly quit. In the middle of my shift. While I was acting manager. Not my most professional moment, but it had to be done.
No wrongful discharge suits … though I heard solid rumors about minors filing sexual harassment complaints.
(And we absolutely did not hook up until after I was no longer his co-worker. If by some miracle I was able to get him to work at Ye Olde Pizza Joint, it would not happen again. I’d still recommend him as a hire in half a heartbeat - he’s an absolute professional in food service - but it would mean any fun stuff would be off the table.)
So nellie all blame gets pinned on Former G.M. and the owner’s son, who installed his old college buddy into the position in the 1st place. (I’d love to hear what the fallout there was, or how things got spun to save face.)
It’s times like this I wish I could magically be an extrovert for, like, five minutes, and have an extrovert’s social life. I work with a coupla people who, between the two, seem to know half this town on sight - and everyone’s brother, too - and guarantee they’d know the juicy details if this was part of their sphere.
So Midnight was running late, which set the tone for the day. It was so hot and humid in Smalls, I felt like I was superglued to Satan’s taint. Then it was over to the 200 slide, and ohhh boy. 4 daughter carts, 6 push carts, and a big rolling cart of damages and overgoods and 5 hours later I was done. And showering made it look like the Exxon Valdez going down the drain. I had a nice hot bowl of soup, and now it’s naptime!
But…that’s 90% of my life!
After being told that the phone had to be signed for, all I got was a text telling me it had been delivered to our mailbox. Sheesh.
At Daughter’s house waiting for the school bus. Such is my exciting life.
No, that would be the liver and onions they serve on occasion in the dining room.
Blue dragon turned out to be purple-ish. More like periwinkle dragon.
A bit of a search has turned up dragon’s lair That is much more blue.
https://www.valspar.com/en/colors/browse-colors/lowes/blue/dragons-lair-8003-41f
There will be a repainting.
Afternoon all. Pedaled off 500 calories so I can put them back on and sweated 25 minutes in the sauna, so had to toss the t-shirt in the dryer, it was so sweat-soaked. Laundry and Mowage tomorrow, so I’ll clean my clothes while making others dirty.
Sari, I’d listen to nellie’s advice.
nellie, I’d listen to shoe’s advice.
FCM, hope phone is there when you get home.
Cookie, I’ve been thinking about a Viking River Cruise for some time, but it is pretty pricey…maybe 2024 or 25 will be the year. Hope the knee keeps healing.
rocky, yeah, that’s pretty dark for a blue; happy re-painting.
Getting close to get ready for soccer time. 87F out so some more sweating is in store. But Cheeseburgers will be waiting to cook when I get home!