(Old) Buddying With Allies in the MMP

I hope that you get things figured out soon and Shadow’s back to his usual self.

And some of that may well be coming from the US stands.

If you order them online and have the app on your phone, they’ll even bring them out for you and load them in your car like they did with my new microwave recently.

Happy Valentine’s day!

Up, caffeinating, breakfasted, a load of towels / throw rugs in the dryer, jeans in the wash, everything else on deck and fixing to do KP / houseirk. After, it will be menu planning and Krogering. Such excitement!

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

Unfortunately, they can’t get me an appt until mid-March, but the nice lady in service said it sounds like it’s just really dirty. So on March 13, the stove and chimney will be cleaned. Till then, I guess we’re going to deal with a reduced heat output. And so it goes.

We’ve got the new mower after dropping off the old one at the Amish repair place. When the guy started it up to back it off the trailer, there was much smoke - apparently, we’ve elected a Pope. :rofl: Our best guess of what they’ll do with it - since our frame is good, maybe they’ll pull an engine out of a mower with a bad frame and make one that they can sell. Or maybe they’ll get one of the n00bs to rebuild our dead engine as a training exercise. Whatevs - they can do whatever they want - goodness knows we got our money’s worth out of it.

Meanwhile, there’s a nice, new, shiny mower in the shed.

First load of laundry is sloshing away. FCD has gone to the marina to talk to their service guy. And I need to order some jeans for him, since WalMart only has his size sporadically. Daughter texted me that they’re taking Roxy to urgent care since her fever hasn’t abated after 2 days. Tylenol brings it down, but then it goes up again. Poor baby. And poor me if she shared her germs.

And I guess that’s all the news that’s fit to print for now.

When exactly this happened with my grand daughter Harriet last weekend it turned out to be Influenza A. As soon as the ibuprofen wore off she’d spike back up to 105.5. Tamiflu helped with it swiftly-within 12 hours (2 doses). I hope it’s something that easy for Roxy. So far, out of the 4 of us exposed to her only one of us has since caught it-her dad, my SiL. But then he teaches in person at the university and is exposed to hordes of people’s germs every day.

So, out of 5 of us, 2 of us caught it. All 5 of us got the flu vaccine this fall. At least it’s worked for 3 of us. 4 of us if you count my grandson whose due date is March 21.

I hope Roxy feels better tout suite and doesn’t get tired of popsicles and end to end Disney movies.

it is too quiet when kids get sick. i hope roxy feels better soon.

i’m hearing the crowd now, at the back of the building. the parade has officially started. the buses are going down broad, and the players are going on and off the bus. confetti is flying. this parade is going to take some time with the players interacting with the fans. the fans are getting quite the experience.

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I wasn’t able to read/post yesterday due to work being busy + having to log off early for an optometrist appointment + going to the store afterwards and not getting home until around 6pm, and now I’m super behind…eek! I’ve only skimmed the last ~75 posts, and am just popping in to say that I likely won’t be able to post “for real” until the new thread: I’m about to log off work and take the dog to the vet for boarding/finish packing/head north for the jazz festival. :notes: :slight_smile: So, I hope everyone has a great weekend!

I did see these few things, though:

Fair enough! :joy:

Holy crap. :people_hugging:

It might be a PITA to fix, but it’s a good thing that it wasn’t actually compromised!

We all hope you do too!

It’s warmed up to 17F and we are expecting 1-3" of snow. Seeing is believing.

There’s some bullshit chocolate and wine tasting thing later on that the wife wants to go to, and we also need to get the laundry done, so we’ll see how that all pans out.

Bought a gift certificate for my lovely work yesterday, and wandered over to my Snow Angels (it was easy to find their house … my driveway was suspiciously free of snow, on down the sidewalk to their house) with much hope that I wouldn’t bother them & at least got the right house.

JtC will be pleased that I saw several filled bird feeders in their yard, and fresh birdy footprints all around the snow.

Door finally opened.

There was much exclamations and “Oh, you didn’t need to do that!” until I explained that their freeing my car got me to work that day, so all my co-workers were pleased.

The hubby poked his head around the corner when I mentioned getting to work, wanting to know where.
“Oh, I work at { pizza joint }” and when I added, “The GOOD one” she was gracious enough to immediately say, “Oh, because YOU work there.”


Car(e)less Co-worker just texted asking if I’d drive him all over creation to run a few of his errands.

Nope.

It’s Long Night, AND I have my own shit to deal with. Sorry, bud.

Boundaries. I am learning to set them.

Please, sir, try to contain your enthusiasm.

ETA I hope I am never at a point in my life where someone says, “Free wine! And chocolate! You just gotta put on pants!” and I say, “Nope. No free wine and chocolates for me.”

If that ever happens, either wheel me to the E.R. (“um, we think she’s dying? she said ‘no’ to free chok’lit and booze?”) or just take me out back and shoot me like a dying horse.

So I was in Blue 128 today, which was FUBAR. They put the package car with the biggest volume first instead of last, so everything got backed up. And things kept jamming. On the slide. On the belt and 4 or five places. And every time we broke a jam, there was a 500lbs. avalanche of boxes coming at me. We got it done, and nobody died. On the way out, the Supreme Shouting Officer was screaming at the 200 Boxline FT Sup because a bunch of packages got missed. Considering there were 2 full irreg carts and a motor running around, I’m not sure why. Apart from maybe the radio was overloaded with somebody’s screamings. Anyways, I’ve done a load of laundry and Spot has battled a couple of ice cubes, so it’s nap time.

Is he one of those external monologue people?
{{{{boofae and Shadow}}}}

The first thing that came out of Gutenberg’s printing press was a single sheet with the phrase Low On Cyan on it.
But that was a remarkable cascade of failures. And I should probably replace my microwave, since it is starting to rust on the inside.

a tad late if it was a stroke.

I should get one, for Spot’s enjoyment.

Same.

taters thinking of you and hoping all is well, or as well as it can be under the circumstances. :people_hugging:

the parade is finally getting near the art museum. the air traffic is insane. there is one sky writing plane, 4 planes with banners, and at least 3 helicopters circling overhead. a bit unnerving with the recent incidents. it took 2.5 hours to go 5+ miles.

i’m thinking lunch now that the crowd will be busy with speeches. it might be save to venture out.

Today is too late if it was a stroke! I saw the ophthalmologist 10 days ago and THAT was too late if it was a stroke.

I really have zero tolerance for greeting card holidays. I used to try to be enthused about them with my first wife, but eventually I realized that while I was killing myself to find some appropriate gift, all I ever heard was crickets on Father’s Day and Valentine’s Day. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” WTF does that even mean? Why would I be any happier than usual today? Bah! Humbug!

So, yesterday…

Wifey, RN has a couple of patients scheduled, who live in the same house. She get a call from a woman representing the male patient who said, ‘I’m a cosmetologist with 20 years of experience. [Man] has toenail fungus, and I’m treating it. I’m also trimming his nails. So we don’t need you to come out.’ Wifey, RN, BSN, CFCS (Certified Foot Care Specialist) was not amused. She thinks six total years of college, years of working in wound care and home health, being trained to become a CFCS, and starting her own business somehow makes her better qualified to tend to a person’s feet than a cosmetologist.

Anyway, she went to see the other patient who, as I said, is in the same house. She’s on DSHS and hates her housemate’s cosmetologist. She says she’s a grifter. (The cosmetologist ‘bullied’ the guy into paying her more.) DSHS is working to find other accommodations for her so she doesn’t have to live in a toxic environment.

I’d urge your wife to report that cosmetologist to the Board of Cosmetology and Barbering Licensing immediately (before further harm comes to the patient). That sounds like far outside the appropriate scope of practice for a cosmetologist. Does your wife know a podiatrist who might join her in registering a complaint?

She doesn’t know I post about her here, and wouldn’t like it if she did; so I’d have to wait for her to bring it up again (if she does). I’m sure that if the guy has a podiatrist, she could mention it to him.

Dooooooo ittttttt.

At my last house, I referred to the task of refilling the bird feeder as “paying the cable bill.”
It was that much of a source of household entertainment.

Plus, if you watch them yourself, they bring little birdy moments of joy.
Watching a cardinal court a female with the biggest sunflower seed he can find for her (and watching her go, “Hmmmm … well, maybe …”) is fascinating to me.

"Hey, honey. Remember that asshole/bitch you mentioned the other day? You know what I just thought of … "

Just remember, if you set it up to get a big refund on your taxes, you’re just giving the government an interest-free loan. Now, I love my Uncle Sam, but if I lend him money, he’s gonna have to give me some interest.

I’m not “set up” for anything. I know how taxes work, and I’m aware of the interest-free babble.

I just don’t want to be surprised with a $1K bill. I’m paycheck-to-paycheck over here.

things are winding down finally. i picked the correct time to go for lunch. now to get 1million plus people home.