love it, gonna remember this one!
‘Nap’? What’s that?
Mrs. L.A. had me set up the hammock. I used to love hanging out in a hammock when I was young. Or maybe having a nice nap in the afternoon. Now? I work all day, I walk for an hour as often as possible, there are chores to do and errands to run, I have to hang out at The Dope and Facebook and browse the news sites and other interesting sites, I have to play my time-wasting games (currently Backgammon, which I’ve recently learned thanks to help in The Game Room)… There’s just no time for naps.
Have actually been productive this morning, donated my old luggage to the Rescue Mission shop (except for one piece) and then had Goodwill take that one (interesting that in a generally well-off and middle-class community, there are at least 4 ‘thrift stores’ (read-Goodwill/Salvation Army level) within 4 miles of me). Then off to Loew’s and I now have a new garbage disposal (as soon as I find someone to install it) and a doorbell. So did a good deed and also supported the local economy…go me!
Swimming and sauna will be in a couple of hours, it’s clouding up now and there are rain showers in the region, but it’ll be the afternoon before we get wet, according to the Weather Wizards.
vroom, hope everything works out and Murphy trips over a rock.
There is always time for naps…ask swampy 
Onward into the day.
Thank, y’all. She’s in surgery now.
On an unrelated note, our experiences with hospice have been very helpful.
The kids had two hours of water play. There were a fair number of kids there to play with and I think they had fun. We’ll likely go back.
Now we’re at Daughter’s house waiting for her to get home. Watching Bluey. Good times!
I’m beat.
I didn’t walk today because I had to go to the credit union and to get fuel. I may take a short (1⅓ mile) walk after irk. I just finished lunch: Iceberg lettuce, half a chopped beefsteak tomato, crumbled feta, Kalamata olives, olive oil, and Balsamic vinegar salad.
My lovely wife has slowly negotiated stairs and maneuvered into the house. She has been fed a bagel and hydrated, set up with an ice pack, and is partially sacked out in the guest bed near a bathroom. A friend will bring over hard candy later since her mouth is very dry from one of the meds. The surgery went well, though the surgeon says she has significant arthritis in the hip as well as the injury, so there’s probably going to be a replacement down the line. We hope the current surgery will help for several years, at least.
Another hooray for shoe’s pizza triumph. You’ll notice how long it didn’t take for you to totally subdue all those ovens. One shift and you’re a guru.
I sometimes think your true superpower is selling yourself short to yourself.
You totally win the thread with those. MC Hummer is perfect. IMO only; I know I’m not the decider here.
I have very shiny temples slowing progressing aft leaving a peninsula of hair up the middle to the usual front; no growing forehead in the middle. Yet. A thinning spot on the back/crown of my head. And it’s been gray since I was 30. So more than most, but still less than before.
Daughter and Granddaughter arrived at 9am, we got their paraphernalia settled, then we all went to take the little one to
She’s a bit young for the exhibits, and doubly so with her developmental issues, but she loved running around, interacting with hordes of kids there from various summer “camps”, and seeing all the bright shiny objects, moving doodads, animatronic dinosaurs, live critters including otters, etc. A few hundred ~6yos make a joyous noise.
And they had a supervised playroom with a huge supply of age-appropriate stuff for the 18-36 month kids. So we hung out there awhile. In addition to the staff and the 40 hyperactive wobblies, there were about 20 Moms, two Dads, and me. Four Moms were quite evidently pregnant while exasperatedly chasing their respective sprogs through the sea of kids, toys, and noise. “Slow learner” was my silent assessment.
Lunch was prefab clamshell sandwiches and bottled water / sodas at the museum’s café. Felt exactly like being at work, except I bought 4 of everything instead of one. Darn shame as there are a number of pleasant waterfront restaurants within a couple of blocks that would be OK for a kid, and restful & scenic for an adult. Oh well. As expected. Daughter is a wonderful human being doing a great deed for humanity. But perhaps of necessity, she has the eating habits and restaurant preferences of a 10yo.
Since then we’ve driven home and the kidlet has had her nap while Her Ladyship & I went to the groc store for supplies for dinner. Dinner shall be you-build-em tacos assembled on “scoops” tortilla chips. Make up some seasoned meat, heat up some refried beans, slice or shred up a bunch of different accessories / toppings, and have at it. They’re more fun than you might expect; give 'em a try. Sorta taco-tizers and unlike at a restaurant, you can have as many as you want: 20, 30, whatever.
Now late afternoon Elmo is on the big screen making inane noise, Daughter is watching raptly, and Granddaughter has lost all interest in TV and is happily shuffling and re-shuffling a stack of silicone rubber drink coasters. Kids are great.
One half-day down, four-and-a-half to go. Will be fun. Tiring, but fun.
Howdy Y’all! We procured provisions, scarfed down fried chikin N.O.L.s, achieved nappage, had quality cee-mint pond time along with day drinkin’ and are now inside in the a/c. All in all not too shabby of a day.
I work very hard to squeeze in naptime sometimes. Sometimes it doesn’t happen, but my successful nappage rate runs around ninety-eight percent. The key is persistence.
Lily glad your lovely wife made it through and is now restin’ comfortably. She deserves whatever her heart desires for bein’ so brave.
Persistence, and prioritization. A 90 minute nap makes the next 3 hours about 4x as effective / productive. Even if the only product is more slothage poolside.
Nap first; chores later. Words to live by.
The mystery is solved! The mystery meat was half a roasted chicken. I warmed it up and we had about half of it for supper. (And yes, we ate early - FCD was stahvink!) The rest will become chicken salad tomorrow.
I don’t know why I’m so tired - all I did was sit while the kids ran around! But I think I’ve earned my chillage. So chill I shall.
I had to walk to the salon to get my hair trimmed. On my way home, I cut through a neighboring complex and heard harsh, gutteral screams. I turned a corner, and this woman was screaming, “GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!” repeatedly as she tried to pry a squalling infant out of a man’s arms. He wasn’t trying to run off with the baby but kept twisting away from the woman. I pulled out my phone to call 911 just as the woman succeeded. She didn’t run, just walked indoors with the baby. The guy was already on the phone with the police. He got in his car and drove off. I guess a custody dispute?
I’m sitting here icing my knee and listening to the painters, who are apparently doing the trim.
Lily, so glad your lovely wife came through surgery OK. Now comes the hard part, but hopefully it’s not TOO hard on either one of you.
Pilot, what a wonderful description! I felt like I was there. I’m glad you liked MC Hummer. There are so many good suggestions, I don’t see how shoe will choose. Maybe she’ll have to buy 10 more fans. 
FCM, the sprayground sounds like a blast. I’m sure those kids are as tired as you are!
Or Dorothy.
Glad MrsLily came through surgery OK lily.
Good luck on dealing with your new landlords vroom.
Good job shoe!
{{{wordy and mom}}} My mom spent the last month of her life in hospice, mostly at home. During her final hospitalization, they were right there making sure that us kids and Dad didn’t need anything.
metal mouse, you could always YouTube disposal installation. 
Honestly, if you can handle working under the sink, they’re pretty easy to install. I did it a couple of times when I moonlighted remodeling apartments when I was young and more flexible.
Irked, came home, walked the dog and et. Tomorrow, I’ll have my trainee again. He’s a Nissan retiree who decided to get back into the workforce. He’s never worked with phones before, so he’s not breaking any landspeed records, but all of his cartons that I audited were 100% for the things that I check for.
I also got one of my backup jobs assigned to me as part of my regular tasks. No problem, since it is a nice break from playing with phones or cartonizing inventory.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
I’m in a really weird space right now and I feel I need some verbal diarrhea therapy, and I don’t have my own journal so this is it.
I’m in a really positive mood lately and my confidence has never been so high but I’m still struggling with making real connections with people, especially women, I have managed to cultivate a few decent friendships in the year and half since I move to Oregon. But … I’ve got a lot of shit on my plate and I feel like I’m just barely keeping my head above water with most things, not the least of which is my dwindling savings and the fact that I need to find a job.
Now, on top of that, I’m flying back to the east coast for a quick trip - flying out on Thursday, flying back on Monday. My schedule was predicated on how much time I wanted to leave Bob in a kennel and how much money I wanted to spend on it. In the meantime, one of the good friends I’ve made is a fellow dog owner and he volunteered to look after Bob while I’m gone. Bob will stay here by himself but my friend has committed to morning and night feedings and walks. He’s got free reign to bring his dog over here or to bring Bob to his place and I got a real sense of relief getting this squared away. Then there’s my mother who still thinks I’m 12 years old (who’s mother doesn’t) and she sent me this long text about how she wasn’t comfortable with my plans for Bob pleading with me to put him a kennel. Listen, kennels are for people who don’t have friends. I just hope I can gloss over this while I’m back east – mom can be a little obsessive about things like this.
Chapter II
With my confidence sailing along, I seem to be shedding negative energy and it is weirdly following me around today … to the tune of two potential YouTube moments:
I stop off at the gas station near my apartment, which I don’t do often because it’s like the most expensive gas in the city - but I was on E. Here’s the thing … until recently you weren’t allowed to pump your own gas in Oregon. That has changed, but most stations still have attendants. So I pull in and I get out to pump my own gas and a guy walks up to me and asks me if I need any help. “Nope, all set.” So far, so good. A kid with a Mustang pulls in on the other side of the pumps from me. He gets out to pump his own gas and this guy walks up to him and asks him if needs any help. The kid misunderstands and doesn’t realize he works there and says something like, “Sorry, I don’t have an money to give you.” The attendant flips out. He starts going off on the kid about, “is that how you treat people, you walk around insulting people, I know I only work at a gas station but I demand respect yada yada.”
So confidence kicks in and I say to the attendant, “Hey man, relax, he didn’t realize you work here. Just calm down.” And then he starts to go off on me. Same shit but then he says, verbatim, “do you think I want this fucking job?”
I couldn’t help it. “Then fucking quit, asshole.”
“Oh I will, when I’m good and ready.”
“Yeah, like I give a shit.”
I stop pumping at 1/2 tank and by this time the attendant guy is wandering on the other side of the parking lot. I step over to the kid with the Mustang and say, “Dude, what the hell was that all about?” We commiserate for a second but I could tell kid was shaken, if not shaking. I mean if he was older than 20 then I’m Methuselah. The attendant sees me point to him and he starts again just as a lady is pulling in in an SUV. I say to her, “be careful of this attendant, ma’am, he’s kind of freaking out.” Before she could put her latte down and ask what’s going, he starts on a bee-line to me shouting, “Yep, I’m the asshole douche-bag, no one here is an asshole douche-bag but me.” I didn’t really want to get into a fist fight so I calmly got in my car and let him rant, on the alert for a rogue fist or something. Then, like the true pussy that I am, I said to him, “Nice talking to you, Asshole Douche-Bag,” and drove off. Fun.
I’m not sure what happened when I left but I drove past the place later I didn’t see that attendant guy anywhere.
Chapter III - not as exciting, but I was at Safeway loading up on stuff for Bob for the weekend and there was a guy at the self-serve check out muttering to himself about bullshit this, and what the fuck that, obviously having a bad day. As I’m ringing up, two security guards approach him to calm him down. It didn’t work. I didn’t feel like being Dudley Do-Right in this instance so I just clammed up as the guy started ranting about, “I don’t like this. You’re too close. Don’t touch me.” I bagged up my dog food and got the hell out of there.
I’m either shedding negativity behind me like a ship’s wake or it’s trying to keep my from flying back east.
If I die in a plane crash this weekend, you have my permission to make big deal out of this post.
Who wants bread? I just took a loaf of sundried tomato basil bread out of the oven, and the basil was grown by me. Come and get it.
Yum! I will trade half of a sweet potato pie or half of a banana cream pie for some.
Lily, I’m glad your lovely wife is home where she belongs and I hope her recovery goes well.
Nellie, I found myself chuckling at all the people who were happy that you need a knee replacement…yes I am one of them. What kind of friends wants someone to get a body part replacements? OTOH, at least you know what is wrong and can make plans.
Today was a produce day and they gave us a couple of bunches of bananas, three big bags of grapes and 15 lbs of sweet potatoes. And a carton of eggs and a handful of frozen spinach, feta and egg white wraps from Starbucks.
Hubs suggested that I make a sweet potato pie to use up the sweet potatoes and I laughed at him because I’d have to make 15 pies to use up the sweet potatoes, but I made him one anyhow. I make the worlds worse pie crusts because I over work them, so I tried a new recipe I got from the Test Kitchen show because I couldn’t mess it up any more than I usually do. The pie just came out of the oven and I broke off a small piece of the crust to look at. It looks like it might actually have come out flakey.
I don’t like the texture of bananas despite liking the flavor, so I won’t eat them by themselves. I’ve learned that slicing bananas and layering them on a graham cracker crust and then covering them with a nice vanilla custard and whipped cream makes them pretty acceptable so I have a pie cooling in the fridge. I make a good graham cracker crust and learned how to temper eggs before starting grade school so I’m not afraid of making custard.
I did have to laugh at myself, you never boil milk to make cheese and it was really hard for me to remember to bring the heat up to a simmer for custard.
NF said she would like some bananas and grapes, but I thought she probably needed a sweet potato too and stuck one in her bag for tomorrow.
Thirteen pounds left, I sure do hope chickens like sweet potatoes.
If you and hubs like soup, there are tons of them that have sweet potatoes in them. I made this one a couple of weeks ago and it was exquisite! Fortunately, if you have a dry, cool place to store them, sweet potatoes will last for a while.
Can I have the recipe for the soup you mention?
Vroom YaY for your own abode!!! If I lived closer, I’d be happy to come help you with the move but alas, I’m likely at least 14 hrs away.
Lily Happy Doperversary!! 
Shoe 
Great Job!
Yum, I’d share it with you if we could also have Italian sausage.
ouou, I like this!
Unfortunately, round 3 didn’t go as well. He threw up about an hour ago, first time ever after chemo. He changed anti-naseau pills for this cycle. Reason: because the other ones gave him constipation. I’m going to suggest that he go back to the other ones.
I’m struggling a little. So, I’m praying, mostly for Hubs but a little for me so I stay strong. Had an appointment at the Stem Cell/Bone Marrow Transplant office this morning so the vampire nurse could take about 7 vials of blood and swab inside his cheeks vigorously with 3 different swabs. This is apparently for DNA testing. She said he will need to meet with 3 different doctors as well as his dentist to get sign-offs from the different specialties. Picked up the new oral chemo pills $60 for 60 pills, two per day. Edited to add: didn’t mean at all to disparage the nurse!!! To me, most nurses are angels, Dad had so many very caring nurses and so has Hubs.
When we got back from the morning appt, I made chili cheese omelette with smoked sausage on the side. Thought it would be good for Hubs to have a lot of protein. Then off to the chemo appt. I went to the woods across the street from the hospital and found a new trail. Yesterday they gave Hubs the shot 37 minutes after he arrived. So, when it got to be 30 minutes after he arrived today, I turned around and went back to my car but he still hadn’t texted that the injection had been given so I got a book and sat on the grass in the shade and read for awhile. Finally, 64 minutes after he arrived, he was given the chemo shot. So, I read for another 7 minutes then drove across to the hospital entrance.
Made million dollar pasta casserole to have for tomorrow. Then started washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen up. Was going to have hamburgers on the grill but it started raining and then Hubs threw up so the hamburgers went into the frig and I just ate some pasta casserole while Hubs went and laid down. I need to get busy so I’m not thinking and just working on something.
Note to self for later: have read up to post 113.
Catglove keeping hubs and you on my prayer list.
Tornado alley in no. Illinois tonight. One confirmed touch down about 5 miles away. FB says one was spotted a mile from my house. I spent an anxious 20 minutes in the powder room.