Howdy Y’all! Really nuttin’ to report here. We have been true RDOS all day. Even day drinkin’ was slothful. We had beerverages cause we couldn’t be bothered with makin’ cocktails. I did put effort into makin’ sup and we did clean up after so there was minimum productivity.
Pilot great news re BB and you!
Buddy looks very much like my almost 18 yr old Atilla. I have had him since the day he was born, 4/30/07
Doob tubes, e.g. the little pop-lid plastic tubes they use to sell pre-rolls (joints, e.g. doobies).
Drill several drainage/air holes in the bottom and lower sides, plus one in the lid, which is hinged to the tube. Nail to wall with small finishing tack. (I have extremely limited counter space.)
This doesn’t work with the fancy toothbrushes with big, fat handles, which won’t fit into the rather slender doob tube, but for the cheapie kind of brush, it works great.
For those of you who don’t partake, this is a doob tube. I have a bit of a hoarder tendency, so I have a shitload of empty ones stashed away:
Oh wow, just think, they might even start grooming each other by 2030!
Ours are still able to share the smallest tree which is a good thing because the last time I tried to change things out, they moved out of my room to the living room in protest.
21 is a good long life for a kitty, give him some gentle cuddles for me.
Happy Bird Day Doggio! I hope your day had a few bright spots, despite having to work.
I am so happy for you both. You’ve been wanting someone like BB for a very long time, I’m glad it is working out so well.
I hope you have a great time on your cruise. If you get to McMurdo Station, please get me a baseball cap. Mom used to have one and she lost it while we were at the Grand Canyon and I’ve always felt badly that I didn’t keep better track of it.
Sometimes a tummy dump is just what it takes. I’m glad they are feeling better.
/dons tin foil hat
Musk is heavily involved in PayPal. He also has your social security number as well as your bank info via his visit to the Treasure Dept.
Dang about having to deal with all of that yet again. Is your credit locked down? If not, would you like links?
From what I’ve seen, there was singing and dancing and people in Philadelphia set towels on fire. The lead singer was wearing bell bottoms so maybe the towel burning was protest over 80’s fashion coming back? I dunno, I liked the 80’s myself. I still rock out with the big hair bands!
That’s great! Do you still have to kick yourself in the butt to get yourself down stairs in time? It’s a constant struggle for me, swimming laps is boring. I will be so happy when they get the Tai Chi classes going, I never had to force myself to do them.
Your cookies sound great as well as kinda healthy.
How very tedious. I hope you got it all done so you could do fun things for the rest of the day.
Just because all of your friends are jumping off a cliff, doesn’t mean you have to! No more hurting ourselves, OK???
I certainly do understand, such a hard day.
Give Junior extra cuddles, purrs always help my mood.
Of course you are, how fun!
Call your congresspeople. The more squeaks they hear, the more likely they are to think about doing something.
Its great to hear from you. I’ve had a few cats who fit the blond stoner chick description as well!
I sure do miss those. I used to get free pre-rolls for buying certain amounts of flower and folks seemed to really like being tipped a doob instead of money. I don’t have any more of the tubes and of course I can’t get pre-rolls anymore. I haz a sad about that.
For those who don’t know, you cannot “smoke” marijuana in West Virginia. You have to vaporize it instead. If you want smoking paraphernalia, you have to go to a vape shop instead because that’s where you buy tobacco products. It’s very confusing.
Today was bright and clear but didn’t get warm enough to put my tree out. I sprinkled some bird seed outside the french doors and Starlings came for a visit. Jolene is positive that I wouldn’t have to feed her if I would only open the door.
The water was still cold at the gym and I understand that the part has come in and will be installed tomorrow evening and the pool will be open in the morning. I have my doubts about this. While I know nothing about maintaining a pool, I know enough about filtering systems to know that after the pump gets restarted a whole bunch of crap is going to blow back through everything.
The waterbed store isn’t open on Mondays, so I told Hubs that I would be in Charleston tomorrow and why. He wanted to put his cousin’s dog in the car and come right home because I just can’t deal with this by myself. The only reason he didn’t is because we do not have a front gate and it would distress his cousin if he took the dog to their vet and had her boarded.
I sent him the above kitty picture to calm his mind and then took a pic of the empty bed frame to show that he really didn’t need to stress about it. We agreed that he would come home after his cardio appointment and help me fill the bladders again. That’s kinda tricky, you need to tug the bladders around while they are filling so you don’t get creases in the plastic.
This cruise is Arctic. Antarctic is next year. And we won’t be near McMurdo either time.
Thanks to all for the travel farewells and good wishes for the imminent cohabit.
I’m fluent in this as well. I translate for my dad when I go north.
Tennessee is up to 15 state songs. I think we add any song with the name Tennessee in it.
They do that when you shut down the old one and get a new one, hence the PITA of changing all of the things you have the old ones saved to.
Happy birthday doggio! 
Hugs to you niner. I don’t get what those @$$holes get out of crap like that.
My Mumpet is Nelson. He’s 18# of ferocity, but very much a mama’s boy. I got him as a 3 month old puppy and he’s been my constant companion for the last 7.75 years. Given that his father is 15, his paternal grandfather lived to be 20 and his paternal grandmother lived 'til she was 17, I figure that he’ll be around for a while. I also have a 1.5 year old beagle goddog, who just spent the weekend. She’s lively and fun.
I’ve considered adopting another dog (likely a senior) after I retire, but, given the current climate I’m at least waiting until the mid-terms for that.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Laundry has been dried & retrieved, and soon imma either pull the bedsheets and wash/replace those, or talk to my mother.
Can’t wait for neither.
However, while doing the laundry shuffle, it occurred to me that there’s a ton of nearly unused floor space in the back corner of the unfinished basement.
Cat’s got the zoomies.
Looks like free-standing floor models of cat exercise wheels can be had for … between forty and two hundred dollars. (?!?)
I may hafta try to cover a few extra shifts, and see if I can get one. I bet Monkey would love one of those, and he’s gettin’ to be a very slightly pudgy Monkey (not yet a Chunky Monkey, but I’d like to avoid that) plus it’d give him something to do with his zoomies.
I loved this description of your cast of characters!
JtC - we froze all 3 of our credit reports some time back. I wish I knew what’s going on… plus today, FCD lost Sirius in his car and on his computer. We didn’t realize that till we were coming to Daughter’s. I need to deal with it tomorrow.
I forgot to bring my evening meds so I’ll be taking them like 5 hours late. I hate to get that far off schedule. Dammit.
The county has already said the schools will be dismissed early tomorrow because of the snow. So that’s fun.
Tobias is in bed. Roxy will go in about 20 minutes. Then it’s just me and the animals waiting till I can go home. This grandmother stuff is exhausting!
Found him like this a bit ago, holding onto his own back legs like they were gonna fall off:
I’m sure I knew that before I fired up my protest joint!
Well, if you ever do get there, get me a hat. Or not…Mom’s old enough to be my mother and is slowing down quite a bit recently 
Sometimes I just want to smack Hubs upside the haid. He doesn’t hear what the waitperson is asking and just answers the question he expected them to ask.
My translation is usually, Hi, he’s fine thanks. He’s also deaf as a post so please don’t think he’s rude. Hubs “no water, thank you”
Clean sheets first. You won’t have the spoons left after your mom call.
I have also been looking at them. They have a big footprint and the ones heavy enough for GG are closer to 400 but they are on my list.
I knew you was all smart and stuff, but sometimes things slip through the cracks.
Happy Moonday!
Happy Birthday Doggio!
It’s 38, feels like 31, degrees outside.
Supposed to snow tomorrow then rain Hump Day. Then more rain over the weekend. It keeps changing, so whatever.
Sitting here eating my cold salted spaghetti.
Okay, I mentioned I needed the wise opinions of Dopers.
Doper opinions have always been correct so I’m throwing this out there.
I started attending my new churches bible studies on Wednesdays back in August.
I’ve been attending Sundays for 2 months.
I like it except there are hymns and not the bouncy worship I am used to.
A couple live a 5 minute drive from me and they pick me up and return me.
Back in late Nov. They went on vacation, so that Wednesday the pastors wife picked me up.
They, and everyone else, live to the west of the church so I am out of the way for all except this couple, B and T.
So while waiting afterwards this guy says I’ll take you home.
He lives much farther than pastor, in fact hes not even in Lake county.
I think uh oh, hes interested.
Hes on my facebook friends, a lot of the church folk are now.
So last Weds B & T bring me to bible study.
I tell them I will wait in front of the door as I’m not going in the parking lot til snow and ice are gone.
This guy, S, pulls up and says, You need a ride, I’ll take you. I say, B is getting his van now but…okay.
I get in and say Let me text T and tell her you’re dropping me off.
We talk non stop, its like we’ve known each other years. He agrees with me that maganut is cray cray.
On the way he says If you need anything let me know.
I message him today and say I could use toilet paper. He comes after work with some, I checked, hes 18 miles away.
Maybe hes just being nice? Hes 10byears younger but I never thought of him that way til now.
I am clueless, when guys like me, they are obvious about it but I’ve never dealt with a christian before.
I used to do that same intro with MIL. “She’s as smart & together as you or I. But she can’t hear shit and will guess at what you said. Irrelevant wacky answers are not a sign of senility.”
Myself now as somebody with weak hearing especially in noisy environments and / or high pitched female voices or worse yet both, I can confirm that I’m usually not just answering the question I assume they asked. But …, and it’s a doozy.
What I actually hear is all the boilerplate part of a sentence, but it’s like the key noun or verb is bleeped out. “Hi! Welcome to RestaurantName. My name is [bleep] and I’ll be serving you today. Can I bring you coffee or our special morning [bleep]?”
They’re not actually bleeped; the perception is just like the server mumbled that one word and only that one word. Any effort to “replay the tape” in my head is no help. The easy parts are still easy the second time and the indistinct mumble parts are still indistinct mumble the second time around. The less I was paying attention when they started talking the more the first few otherwise expectable words are bleeped too.
It now takes conscious effort to focus my thinking on my listening to process what people say in difficult environments. Which is quickly exhausting. The aids help, but they’re not cure-alls. And I’ve now got what they call “mild loss”. This will suck mightily if I live long enough. I’m told that the worse it gets, the less the aids will really help.
But for damned sure, I wear the things as much as I can; there’s really no downside to them.
Which is a long-winded way of saying: “Maybe cut him some slack; it sucks being where he is and from his POV the difference with and without aids may be ‘some’ in good circumstances and pretty negligible in bad ones. Either that or he’s just a stubborn old coot who needs a whack upside the haid.” 
Yeah…I’m going for stubborn old coot!
I am able to translate because I know how to use the correct pitch to allow him to hear most of what I’m saying. I know that when he looks confused about something I’ve said that I have to repeat all of the words clearly and while looking directly at him.
He knows he’s deaf. He hears the waitperson mumble and doesn’t even look up from the menu before answering the wrong question. That’s when I want to smack him. That’s just rude.
He also says “if there’s no price, it must be free” at stores.
The main reason he still lives is because he cleans the litter boxes and takes out the trash. 
Indeed it is. I’m on day 3 of grandma helper. First day SIL was out of state on business (a statistician”s conference near LA-couldn’t pay me enough to do that). The last two days is to help with a fevered kiddo. Harriet tested positive for Influenza A today and started on Tamiflu this afternoon. Her fevers were spiking over 105. We”re trying to give her mom, my daughter, as much space as possible since she’s 8 months pregnant and her dad stayed up with her last night. It’s my turn tonight so he can get a nights sleep so he can teach…statistics…in person tomorrow. Again, not enough money in the world for me to do that. Overnight nursing comes easily to me and it’s good to be useful in my decrepitude.
We”ll have a big queen guest bed to share. She tends to sleep restlessly and diagonally so I no doubt will have pointy little heels in my ribs at least once.
I started coughing maniacally yesterday so when I’m out tomorrow I”ll pick up a Covid/flu combo test for me. I get to go out because I have an emergency root canal appt tomorrow because an upper molar has had me in agony since last week. It’s taken 2 full days of begging, imploring phone calls to 5 dental offices to get somebody, anybody to care. No matter how much pain you’re in they won’t prescribe pain meds even when I’ve been with the practice for 38 frigging years and never before asked for any. 38 years!
Taking doses of Tylenol and naproxen every 4 hours, alternating and still can’t always stay asleep. I haven’t been able to eat anything except except oatmeal and protein shakes since Friday, but sure!, condescendingly offer me an appt 5 weeks from now in the middle of March. I just had a root canal done on the 28th of January and March 10th was the soonest that office could fit me in. I finally was so desperate that I texted my now retired dentist (I was pregnant with my 38yo daughter when I first saw him). He doesn’t do hands on care any more but he still teaches in the dental college. He made a call to the Endodontics Clinic at his college of dentistry -where I had the root canal 10 days ago and they couldn’t see me for 6 weeks-and suddenly they could fit me in tomorrow. I’m so relieved that I seem to have friends in the right places but what happens to those who don’t or who don’t have the moxie to not shut up and not go away? I’d like to punch someone in the nose for making me suffer in this kind of pain needlessly for 6 days. I’ll try to be a good Mumper and not do that. But sheesh, relentless pain and purported helpers ignoring pleas for help set off my PTSD and that’s humbling and scary all at once. And I’m a nurse and know how to bug doctors for a living and I live 2 miles from my state dental college. What happens to old ladies who live out on ranches in counties that don’t have a single dentist?
I napped. First I dreamed I was resurrecting Frosty the Snowman in an Igloo cooler of ice water. Then I was in some sort of medieval battle with Morgan le Fay and her assistant, who was wearing a penguin onesie. Now I’m having steak, potatoes, and an Old Fashioned.
I bought Spot a Weazel Ball. If I turn it on, spot watches it. If I turn it off, Spot plays with it. Cats are weird.
{{{{Niner}}}}
I do.
{{{{BBBoo}}}}
Evening all. Time for the late night final from N. Ali-bama. Went back to the gym and got the rest of my swimming in after Jack’s (not Jack in the Box, this is a regional chain) provided the evening repast (do love me some crinkle-cut fries). Rain is due to show up about 6-7am tomorrow and stick around all day, so a good time to stay in…but I have prescriptions to pickup and gym work to accomplish, so will get the umbrella ready. About 48F now and it’s not going to change much for the next 24 hours.
Rockin’, thanks for the critter descriptions, quite a bunch you have there.
JtC, still can’t get over how big a cat he is.
red, I always thought ‘Rocky Top’ was the Tennessee song; maybe that comes from watching too much Tennessee football…and nice pic of your feline overlord.
shoe, interesting about the exercise wheel; do you think Monkey will take to it, though?
Coppertone, I have been a lifelong bachelor so take any advice from me with a large grain of salt, but he seems to be interested but not comfortable in saying so. If you also like him, might be worth it to take the lead a little, but not enough to scare him off. That said, I’d keep letting friends at Church know when you’re out with him, at least until you feel comfortable about it.
BBBoo, can’t think of anyone better to be watching Harriet. A 105F fever is nothing to joke around with, keep monitoring her. And hope the viruses leave you alone and the root canal goes well–and then they do something about the pain!
And it’s closing in on 10:30pm so that’s all folks. Catch you on 2sDay.
I re-read and I still can’t parse: throwing WHAT out there?
There was no question.
There was, however, a whole lot of blah-blah about the new service being “not the bouncy worship I am used to” (not sure how that’s relevant) and a bunch of this-person-that-person, (S, T, and B? none of whom do anything of significance?) and then, we get to …
YOU messaged HIM asking for help with your toilet paper needs, and he … came by with what you asked for.
You said “I need X” and he came by with X. Right?
Okay. End of story.
Or … and this is a wacky theory, but … maybe, someone at his church (that’s you!) asked for help, and he came through, as per his personal ethics. Like a decent human being does, who probably also has his own family & his own personal shit going on.
Again. End of story.
That’s what’s most important right now.
You can’t fix all the world’s problems. Start with the agony within your own mouth.
We both know the answer. It ain’t pretty.
Hush, now, though, about all that nonsense you can’t do a thing about. YOU are gonna be in good hands, and you need to be calm so you can heal.
Thank you for your helpful comments.
I had not asked him for rides when I had others.
His family is three cats.
Hello again. My brother’s surgery went well, but the recovery room phase was very long because they had trouble getting his pain level down. He’s doing well now, thank heavens.
However, all my nerves that are still functioning are frayed from spending a very long day with my sis-in-law. She is anxious on the best of days, and today wasn’t the best of days. Her anxiety comes out as…um…witchiness. Plus–and this is so sad–she’s getting forgetful and has trouble explaining things, which was an issue because every pharmacy in the greater Chicago area was apparently out of the prescribed mg. of oxy for my bro. I finally got the phone from her and straightened things out. Then she had to start confusing pharmacy techs about her own meds.
I only had glowerig thoughts towards her three times, which believe me, is a feat for anyone. And sorry to say, I snapped at her once, but it was because she was snapping at me about something involving my kids. I did smooth things over afterwards. She drove on the long trip home home. My brother obviously couldn’t and I can’t drive at night because my vision issues make lights flare. However, she lost her left eye a few months ago, and she’s not adapted well to it. Also, she 's easily distracted. There were a few heart-pounding near misses. I’d suggested getting someone else to drive before I came out, but they said no. When we got home and got the patient settled, I had a martini for the good of all humankind.
If I don’t report in, it’s because SIL has murdered me in my sleep. Tonight I was working out a time chart for my brother’s many meds. She was confused and cranky, and I finally asked her (nicely), “Would it be OK if I just did it?” She got mad, threw the pen down, and stalked out. We’re all exhausted, but I was really worried about medication screw-ups. My brother is now settled in bed. I’m headed to bed, too, as I have to get up pretty soon.
Boo, I don’t know how you dealt with difficult family members, but my hat is off to you and nurses everywhere.
OK, vent over.