I’m glad. You had me worried for a bit.
Yay! Baby steps.
And to you also!
Up for realz again. I woke up around fourish and stayed up an hour before going back to bed for another couple of hours.
Nothing big on tap for today.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
And the results are in. A subtle fracture at the head of the radius. That I can live with. It will require being in a splint for 4 to 5 more weeks.
I bought a small bag of kettle cooked Michigan cherry barbecue potato chips from the Great Lakes potato chip Company. I taste no cherry here. They are perfectly decent chips more barbecue than anything, but certainly not cherry.
My Mom’s go to on Fridays was a place called Joe Tess’s. They served fried carp. It was nasty and tasted both fishy and muddy at the same time. It ruined me for seafood for the rest of my life. Almost every bite hits my taste buds like that nasty carp.
That place was a South Omaha institution and was always crowded. It closed when the old man that owned it retired.
I didn’t but the expiration dates were long enough that I am now fully stocked until July.
Nope. Grilled cheese sammiches were my salvation.
So all shopping done and gas in the car, so next is to get ready to go swimming (my weight training guy had to call off today–he’s military reserve and had training) so plenty of pool time. Got the insulation scheduled for 1 May so have that to look forward to.
And moving along…
Usual Friday heaving. Several people were dismayed that I was going on vacation. The people who were also going on vacation had more of a “Not my circus, not my monkeys” attitude. 
They also finally fixed my damage processing credentials. I could have gotten a “Read in, Eyes Only, Double Top Secret Clearance” for Area 51 faster. In any case, laundry is tumbling in the dryer, and the pico for tonight’s catfish tacos is made. Naptime!
That’s 3/4 of the battle.
I read that as “subtle fracture OF the head.”
We had a weird experience at lunch. We went to Applebee’s and got seated in a booth. At the booth behind us they seated two women and one little girl.
Well, to put this succinctly, they were loud, extremely loud. Then they started talking about three different sensitive subjects that are difficult for me to hear and process. Then my food came and the sandwich was burnt and the fries were thick with salt. Finally at this point I couldn’t handle it anymore so we paid the bill for MusicMan’s food, he took the rest of it to go and we left.
But. The sweetest thing was that the waitress knew that I was upset and not just about the food. She actually asked if she could give me a hug.
Now we’re home and I’m getting ready for a late in the day ‘lunch ‘n’ learn.’
Here’s a picture of the patio roof before the patio became a catio.
The roof is supported by six 4x4s. You can see that when I built the railings, I put diagonal 4x4s for extra longitudinal support, since the guy who built the roof didn’t have anything.
Anyway, the roof has been leaking. A roofing guy (not the guy who built the roof) is here now replacing it. He has to replace the 4x8 sheets at the lower end because they are water damaged. While the one side has my diagonal supports, the only things providing any lateral stability are short 4x4s at the tops of the posts. When they walk on the roof, the whole thing sways side to side. (He asked, and I told him that it doesn’t sway in the wind.) I told him to be careful, and he assured me they would.
In other news, there was a thump on the front window this morning. A robin saw its reflection and attacked ‘the rival bird’. He was stunned, but eventually recovered and flew away. We lowered the shade in front of the front window to prevent that from happening again. (Also, it’s been bright enough that we needed to lower it anyway.)
I am so sorry that was your introduction to fish. From what I’ve heard/read, carp is … not great eatin’.
I’m guessing there were eyerolls from the waitstaff as well.
People talk about the stupidest stuff in public sometimes.
Did you get your bonus hug?
I’ve heard Halloween window decorations, esp. spider webs, are useful to prevent this.
Nearly every flying bird has an instinct to avoid spiderwebs, and just having a skeleton or whatever stuck to the glass gives them a visual marker that there’s a barrier.
Well, bleah!!!
May I ask, how’d they react when they saw the text saying you do, in fact, have an interview?
They should’ve said something like, “Oh, my bad, have a seat, we’ll work you in!” unless they’re really incompetent …
“Should’ve” isn’t always reality, I know. Just wondering what happened, so maybe this wouldn’t happen again to you.
I’m glad your’s was the lesser of the two evils.
Never thought I’d encounter the concept of a broken bone coupled with the word “subtle” but language is weird, I guess.
My memory of Joe Tess’s matches hippie’s. Fortunately I lived in north Omaha while hippie grew up in South Omaha so I was subjected to it far less. I like other fish and seafood but it cured me of carp and catfish-they never pass my lips.
Big Easy update: I got my big ol’ plate of beans & rice at Buffa’s; it was as delicious as I remembered. My cow-orkers proceeded to the airport and I ambled down to Bourbon Street. At the first opportunity, I purchased a frozen hurricane to sip as I walked down the street. It was… not very good, and I only got through about half before abandoning it.
But I enjoyed the nice stroll, then doubled back to Pat O’Briens for a real Hurricane. Now that’s the stuff! It’s about 2/3 empty right now. When it’s gone, I’ll amble up the street to Cafe Beignet (Cafe du Monde is too far out of the way, but Beignet is good too) for an afternoon snack, then around the corner from there to Erin Rose for one of their famous frozen Irish Coffees. That ought to take me right about to the time I’ll need to push the uber button and get to the airport.
I think my plan is working out well!
Agreed.
Except for the problem of no oyster po’ boy or muffuletta. Next time maybe one of us should come with you.
Had I time here for more than one meal, a po’boy and/or muffuletta would surely comprise one of them. But if I have to choose only one meal, it’s Buffa’s. Sorry.
Beignets and cafe au lait are in front of me. The beignets are burning my fingers, so they will have to wait a few minutes before getting inhaled.
This, of course, is a welcome suggestion regardless.
Went to exercise this morning. Our usual leader wasn’t there, so it was an exercise video. A very vigorous one. Someone had apparently turned on the audio feature that is reserved for vision-impaired folks, and nobody knew how to get rid of it. I’m apparently one of the few technically semi-competent people in the building, so was able to figure it out.
Went to Costco afterwards. What a giant clusterfuck that place was! We forgot that this is Easter weekend, although why that would cause such huge number of people to be shopping is beyond me. Luckily, we only needed a few things and did the self-checkout. Getting out of the parking place was also fun, as cars were jammed up trying to find a spot. Americans are lazy gits who would rather circle for an hour than have to walk a hundred yards from a spot further out. There were also a large number of people whose apparent sole reason for being at Costco is to wander aimlessly, phone to ear, listening to Mary bitch about Consuela and creating roadblocks for the rest of us.
Anyway, all done with that and I think a nap is in order.
Noooooo! 
That’s why.
I’ve never been to Pat O’briens. I did have a hurricane in New Orleans once. Once. Way too sweet, way too stereotypically touristy. I was usually visiting friends in New Orleans – filmmakers, musicians, artists – so we tended to go to the more ‘local’ spots. But I still had to be a tourist. I spent a lot of time drinking at Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop. I just dig the place.
Potty stop just north of Richmond. Maybe 2 hours to go, but here traffic sux! Still, we should be home before dark. I hope.
Mr. brown found an opening today for the ophthalmologist at Costco, provided he race right down there. As he waits to see the doctor, he has been texting me about how crowded and sucky it is. He also forgot it’s Good Friday and that people are off work and shopping (for what? ham?). I’m sticking close to home and will go to nap when he comes home, and avoid his frayed nerves and temper.
One thing good about Easter is that the day after Sunday, legs o’ lamb will go on sale and I’ll snag one, cut it into appropriately-sized little roasts, and freeze them. But I won’t go to Costco, I’ll buy it at the local supermarket.
Hey everyone, I’m finally home. A BIG tree fell down the mountain and blocked the highway so I had to go the long way around.
I was so happy to read this, I was seriously worried about you.
That is excellent advice and thanks for the info. I’ve been looking for “live bait” signs but hubs says folks out this way just stick their shovel in the dirt and get all of the worms they want. Except us, my big planter is over a layer of hardware cloth and a layer of landscape cloth to try to keep the gophers out. Worms won’t be able to get in either, and neither of us are in the mood to dig for them.
None of my garden tools made the move. This is kinda annoying, I had built up a nice collection that wouldn’t have filled more than a banker’s box. Yeah, I only spent five or ten bucks a tool, but I had everything I needed and everything fit my horizontally challenged needs. Now I gots to start all over again. Grumble.
Hubs went to Lowes and bought me a hand spade and a hand rake. He spent the extra bucks to get the nice ones, Fiskers with padded handles, so that kinda makes up for it. A little. He also bought me a nice pot of yellow and red Gerbera Daisies because he knows me well enough to know that he can distract me with shiny rocks and bright colored flowers.
Be sure and go to the dispensary early, unless you like hanging out with the 420 crowd. I know that our local dispensary will be having big sales then but I will probably be too sore to stand in long lines. I’ll be at the capital around 10. I’m still undecided about if I’m going to park close so I can go and sit down for a smoke break when needed or if I want to park on the edge of town and take the bus so I’ll have a chance to get back to my car and get out if everything goes south.
Of course I will be wearing my bright red and screaming white Handmaid outfit over my normal invisible fat old lady clothing so I can hopefully go unnoticed for a few minutes if needed.
You just do not know how to hold a grudge! (but yours is a much healthier approach to life).
I have my blue gimp tag. You have NO idea how jealous I get when I see a red one. I made my doctor renew my temp tag three times before she got tired of filling out the paperwork and made me get a permanent one. I just did not want to admit that I wasn’t going to get younger tomorrow morning.
Oh, we don’t bring cut daffs into our home, they are not great for cats. Mine were live ones that I put in pots outside my french doors.
OTOP, back when I was working, I used to have all sorts of forbidden flowers on my desk.
My mother refused to get one until I had my perm tag. She didn’t want to admit that she wasn’t going to get younger tomorrow either. When her oldest child was officially proclaimed to be an old gimp, she agreed that maybe she might like one as well.
What a good girl, I has a proud too!
When I was a little, I wanted one of the dresses with tulle over skirts like ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS had and she would never make me one because she knew I would want to play and she didn’t want to have to scold me for having sugar fueled fun.
I was the only girl who was able to wear my Easter finery to school that Monday because everyone else had ripped up their skirts. So there!
(Mom had to stay up late to wash, dry and iron all of the lace and ribbons but that was minor in my first grade eyes!)
That’s what I’m hoping for along my fence line. Seeing all of the bright yellow flowers covering hill sides made my heart happy.
Happy birthday to Mrs W, I hope she has a great one!
That was the most important item on our list. Nice, quiet neighbors and well kept houses. Of course there is crime in WV, there is crime everywhere. Mostly WV crime involves meth or sometimes fentanyl. We don’t use that sort of thing which will keep most of that sort of issue away from our doorstep.
Plus, we have Harry. He knows what is going on all up and down the road. He’s the president of the local neighborhood watch and he takes his duties seriously.
I agree with you that Boss and kids need to see the Grand Canyon. I highly suggested they take the train from Williams, enjoy the day and then leave from there. She didn’t sound sure about it, she had planned to spend the day driving along the Canyon and stopping at the over crowed rest areas hoping to be able to get out and walk around.
I used my table to show her dad how much more fun the train would be so who knows what she’s going to do.
Work was pretty busy, because of the short hours and the store being closed over the weekend, all of the tomatoes and lettuces were on sale. Everything else would be OK in the store during the weekend, the AC is set at 68 and the building is always in the shade.
A lady came in wanting to sell us duck eggs so I texted my Boss and she called the lady before she finished picking out her maters. I don’t know exactly what was said, but happy words and tones of voices were used.
I sure do get that.
Sounds like a super perfect morning to me!
Oh thank goodness. Splints are so much easier than hard casts. I’m hoping I’ll be out of my splint on Monday, I will rejoice muchly.
I am so sorry that she did that to you. I love seafood and will happily try anything, no matter what it looks like. I’ve eaten carp once. It was nasty and if I thought that was what all fish tasted like, yeah, not going to eat that stuff either.
I always look forward to Lent because that’s when Arby’s brings back their fish samwich. Culvers fish is close, but nothing compairs to Capt. D’s prefab stuff. It has just the right amount of grease and salt and comfort.
Of course, I’m the kid who asked for fish sticks, mac and cheese with peas for dinner. Ain’t nobody ever accused me of having good taste.
Happy vacation!
She was probably over it too. I’m sorry you had such an unpleasant experience.
I’ve become a bit of a bitch about that sort of thing. I pull out my phone and start playing Cthluhu Christmas music. Loudly. We are in the bible belt, ain’t nobody going to complain about Joy to the World but their start looking very confused when the words don’t sound right.
I’m expecting a free trip to El Salvador soon, might as well burn the world on my way out.
On the plus side, I scored some boneless pork shoulder that I’ll turn into green chili stew, so it wasn’t all for not.