Date Nights were Fridays, but recently we switched to Thursdays. Wifey, RN had to move her Thursday and Friday patients from last week to this week because of her knee (and she bought a new brace today), and she has five patients tomorrow. She won’t be home until after 17:00. So we went out to dinner tonight, down the beach. Belive it or not, I didn’t have my usual parmesan-roasted rockfish. Instead, I had a grilled Caesar salad (romaine lettuce split in half and grilled) with sun-dried tomatoes and a chicken breast. Very good. I like that they put a couple of anchovy filets in it. These aren’t the typical filets you get in a tin. These were smaller and had silver skin, and were nowhere near as salty. She had clam chowder (and one of my sun-dried tomatoes, and a bite of the lettuce and dressing). I’m stuffed. She had two Hemingway daiquiris, and I had two negronis. A quarter past 18 o’clock, and we’re settling in for the evening. 
I’m home The doc says I have iritis again, and he suspects my body is once again trying to reject the graft. So I’m on a whole lotta prednisone, but not, thank heavens, dilating drops. I have to keep this up for two weeks, when I see him again. I asked why the swift, dramatic change in vision. He doesn’t know. I’m very relieved, though. Thanks for all the crossed fingers and well wishes!
I have to tell you this. After the doc left, the tech closed the door and said, “I think your shirt is inside-out.” It was not only inside-out, it was on backwards! That means all day, people were looking at me and thinking, “Isn’t it great how the mentally challenged can live nearly normal lives?”
A guy on the bus creeped me out. He was speaking on the phone with a sort of sneering cheerfulness. “You want me to call the US marshals? Is that what you want?..Oh, I won’t kill him, myself; I’ll get my angels to do it. I’ll never even be a suspect. I’ve done it before…” He didn’t seem crazy, and he wasn’t acting. [shudder] I was glad when he got off the bus.
I thought I’d recalled that but wasn’t 100% sure.
Late wife and I were both USAF and met at Howard AB Panamá. Which is now a civilian airport after the US and DoD departed Panamá.
So happy you two have lasted the long haul to the impending short strokes. Despite the occasional (presumably mutual) fussing about one anothers’ limitations.
The technical term for that part is “earpiece”. Sucks when the hinge breaks or pulls out of either part of the frame; that’s usually a hard kill.
Sounds like a world-class date night. Wise of you two to make time & emotional space for that on the regular.
Yaay! Not good news exactly, but the best news to be had within the spectrum of possibilities. And having seen the doc & gotten meds timely, the outcome ought to be best as can be expected.
Had a pleasant day here and now approaching bedtime with laundry done. Go me. Long phone yak with GF who will share tomorrow evening at a music and dance venue w me, then the overnight at home. Yaay! :leer:.
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I missed the final verdict on your hand. Fracture or sprain?
No official diagnosis yet. Ortho PA has ordered a CT but are awaiting insurance approval. I’m gonna guess I have a hairline fracture of the radius cause that’s what he said.
Howdy Y’all! Today was a very full day for me. In addition to the procurement of provisions, I ran a bunch of errands, made sup, and attended the Tenebrae service in which I read all nine lessons. I barely had time for nappage! Tomorrow will be an easier day, though I do need to get candles filled, help setup the agape meal, and serve at the Maundy Thursday service.
Nellie glad you got in to see the doc. Hope stuff gets figured out soonest.
Sigh…sorry to hear about the insurance struggles when all you want to do is treat it and get it started healing. I’ll keep my 
for you too.
I wish we had more options. We tend to alternate between Bay Breeze (where we went tonight) and Paso del Norte. The other options are Chada Thai (no cocktails so we usually have takeout), CJ’s Beach House (nice, casual, but expensive – I love the braised lamb shanks), Shores (kind of a dive, and too expensive for the quality of the food), Gateway 1890s ‘Speakeasy’ (pissed off The Missus one very busy night by forgetting us) or pizza (which has to many carbs for regular consumption).
Same thing happened to me today, except not inside out. My t shirt is a political one “Nebraska Is Worth Fighting For” (the shirt I was wearing in the pictures of my vastly enjoyed bagel brunch with hippie and his lovely bride 10 days ago). After going into the school to pick up my granddaughter from her special ed classroom and greeting multiple teachers and passing hordes of waiting parents and going into very never-a-hair-out-of-place daughter’s house, I looked down and there was no slogan on my shirt. It was around back, where it had been for two hours. At least it is a pretty blue that brings out my eyes. There’s a lot of unrelieved blue when all the words are on the back. Must have been the day for mumper mix-ups~moooom’s credit card is on the lam too.
Glad there’s a plan to calm your eye down. I hope it works extra quickly.
While I am sure that my eyes are getting worse I’m also sure that they are printing shit smaller.
I’m sorry I missed adding my hopes that you will get hired perm in June. However, is your insurance active now? If so, please go and see someone about your back and Lymn disease.
Hubs is a new glasses wearer. My spare pair didn’t make the move. The pair currently in front of my eyes are my stitching glasses with no transitions that live in my stitching basket that I brought with me.
Thank you so much for sharing this, I didn’t know that and I do want to not kill another fern.
I am so sorry for you. I hope you aren’t in much physical pain, I know the pain of missing being in the saddle AGAIN after so long probably hurts a whole lot more. Poor Ariel, she was probably so happy to have her person riding her again.
Don’t be all reasonable and shit while I’m pouting about getting old.
And yes, I’m sure there are online instructions, but I’m too busy swearing at the hospital to look them up.
That’s just OH! BADWORD! They kept you for months and weeks and couldn’t come up with anything but a big bill. Fuckers.
I really hope you get your meds straightened out fast!
Oh, very kewl.
Oh ick. I can’t hit you with the rolled up newspaper over your bad pun seeing as how you are so badly sleep deprived.
Have a great time wandering around with no luggage!
Awwww, shit. I so wanted you to be wrong.
I have had co-workers come to work wearing different shoes and once saw a very fashionista come in with her skin tight dress inside out. Different colored socks seem to be pretty common out this way.
Usually I would have just tossed them because you really are right, but I really like the frames and folks out this way like to repair before replacing. Who knows and what is the worse that the ophthalmologist (dang, misspelled that one and I used to have it in stone) will say nope and toss them for me.
I am so over insurance run health care. I hope you can get a CT soon.
Ouch. Small towns nestled amongst other small towns have their charms. But vast arrays of choices are not one of them.
As to “Speakeasy”: You’ve said a lot of nice things about them over the years. I hope Ms RN can forgive and forget. I get it; being forgotten in an eatery is annoying as hell. BTDT< and worse if in a a semi-hurry, not trying to waste the night.
But the problem of course is that once the mistake is made and every on the floor “knows” somebody else, not them, has your table, the problem just festers until you fuss up to management.
@nelliebly & @BippityBoppityBoo …
As a kid / teen I always thought it made more sense for the words / designs on t-shirts to be on the back, not the front.
Like when somebody works for “Ace Moving and Storage”, their traditional chambray button-front work shirts would have that printed on the back and maybe, maybe, their name (“Bob”) embroidered over the left breast area. T-shirts should be the same, with the main message on the upper back.
So Boo and Nellie take heart; you’re wearing your shirt the right way: words on the back, not front.
That also avoids the awkward problem where I’m trying to read the words on some woman’s shirt, but because of how the shirt drapes on her figure, it appears I’m crudely ogling her boobs, not innocently struggling to read her shirt “below the fold” as it were. 
If they want to wear boob lookage-attracting shirts, more power to them. Or not; their choice and no judging from me. I just object to them deliberately doing the attracting then acting offended when they’ve succeeded.
Iy’s a cool place. The menu isn’t great for my diet, but the drinks are good and I like the atmosphere. But SWMBO is easily offended. We liked Horseshoe Café in Bellingham, which originally opened in 1886. It’s a local institution. After a change in ownership, the coffee wasn’t quite as good, and our breakfasts were a little on the cool side. We haven’t been back since. I’d like to give them another try, but… SWMBO. (Aside: We’re not young enough or cool enough to partake of the after-club nosh. OK, I’m still cool enough, but I won’t go clubbing alone.)
My current GF is pretty easy to live with and easy to go out with. But …
She has a posse of ~6 long time GFs. Who go out as a gaggle a lot. Two of whom send back about 75% of the meals they order for some imagined failure of the kitchen to perform exactly to their specifications. While the other ladies smile and tolerate. Despite the fact they’re usually finishing dessert about when the remade entrees for the Fussy Twins appear. IMO F*** that noise.
You’re paying for best effort; not perfection. Just like what we each do at work: best effort, not perfection. In my line of work I found the guys who were most self-righteous about how they were held to far higher standards than sloppy management with all their routine failures, were also the guys who barely met those standards. Usually, … unless they didn’t.
Coming from an airline pilot, that amuses me. 
Yes, I know; but seeing it said is funny.
Best effort from a clod and best effort from a virtuoso are two different things.
As well, best effort in an environment with lots of backups and redundancies is different from best effort in a “git 'er done!” environment.
The level of perfection a customer can reasonably demand from a high redundancy virtuoso situation is not the same as from a slapdash time-constrained, labor cost-constrained situation.
IANA virtuoso. And never was. But my well-trained best effort and the best effort of a 19yo untrained waitress are worlds apart.
Meh. All I care about from an airline is A) Not dying in s crash; and B) Not having to sit on the ramp for hours and hours because there’s no contract that allows passengers to deplane.
Set low expectations and you’re far more likely to be pleasantly surprised.
OTOH, the Fussy Twins set stupid expectations and are always disappointed. 
I once went to work wearing a shirt fresh out of the laundry basket, only to find that once it had come up to body temp that my newly adopted male cat had sprayed it. Had to go buy a new tee shirt. I didn’t smell anything when I put it on, but, I will admit my sense of smell is compromised from years of sawdust and spraying paint. Max the cat left with the ex, some 20 years ago.
pilot Those “friends” sound like too much of a PITA to deal with. Sending back food that often is…not a good sign. Either they are trying to get free food or they are assholes.
Magnifying glass, if ya wanna go old skool. 
They make nifty credit-card-sized (and shaped) versions, too, if you don’t wanna look like a cartoon detective.
Home.
Hungry as hell (I even brought food! just didn’t have much of a chance to eat it) so the lovely Marie C. is cooking for me tonight.
BEEEEEP!
Also, we earlier somehow managed to 1a.) fuck up a simple cheeze pizza, and 2b.) not touch it after it wound up on the break table (“like, NOBODY wants this?” after a coupla hours) so I salvaged it .02 seconds before it got trashed … I was on the phone with a customer so I did the “NOOO!” gesture, and then a “rat nibble” charade, and hey, they understood.
They gonna eat like rodent royalty tonight … or possibly tomorrow, I’m tired as hell and need to decompress a bit.
Absolute truth.
One of my favorite “Calvin & Hobbes” cartoons does a riff on just this.
They’re talking about wishes, and Calvin has this elaborate, ostentatious desire, and Hobbes wants … a tuna sammich.
Calvin laughs his ass off (“what a simple fool!”) but in the last panel … guess who got their wish?
Okay, it’s time for some zombie killin’ and Marie C. meatloaf/corn/mashed taters.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. Spot is indulging in the 0300 Zoomies.
“Controlled flight into terrain” is less awful in a plate of linguini than an Airbus 380.
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 6c/43f with a predicted high of 13c/56f and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “Psst! Hey, fucker! Want to buy some fucking sunshine?” No, thanks, I have some outside the window!
Everything’s crossed for you! And keep talking through it with us, it might help to allay the worry a little bit.
I’ll have to ask Di if she’s got anything stronger, she’s also got some adorable kittens that need fostering. I wonder if she’ll swap Muffin for a handful of those?
I’d say you learned very well, that’s a beautiful piece of work.
I’m sorry to hear that, but at least you both know you weren’t what the other wanted. I hope you get consolation cuddles with Annie.
Good news in the meantime though, congrats!
That sounds like an excellent end to the week/start to the weekend. I hope you enjoy your wanderings. I’ve always wanted to visit there but it’s never made it into any of our travel plans, and sadly it isn’t likely until your country puts itself back together properly.
Something like that would creep me out too, I’d be very glad when he got off the bus (especially if it wasn’t at my stop).
If you have any more of those, you’ll have to hand in your RDOS card!!
I’ve only ever sent food back to the kitchen if it was cold, and by that I mean really, really cold. I’m not that fussy, I am happy that someone else has cooked something for me, and if it’s not exactly as I expected, I am not inclined to make a fuss about it. To be fair, I don’t usually ask for anything “different” but sometimes I ask for dressing/sauce on the side because I only want a little, and the plate often comes drowning in it instead. But if they forget, also not a big deal.
Yesterday gave me a reasonably easy commute home, and a pleasant evening in the pub with my friends. We also met a very exuberant 8-month old Staffie who wanted to lick everyone and everything. I was home by 11pm, cats had their treats and ham, Muffin growled at me rather a lot from her latest hiding place on my bookshelves.
This morning I was awake far too early, tended to the critters, Muffin had moved off the bookcase and back to her usual space just in front of it. She growled and hissed, but permitted a small amount of head fuss. She’d used the litter tray and eaten all her food so that was a good sign. She’s having another alone day in the room with fresh litter, different dry flavourless bits and a big bowl of chicken and broth.
My commute was relatively easy - I missed the bus I thought I’d be on, the schools are on holiday and that means the bus sometimes rolls through a few minutes earlier than expected. I had a nice little walk down the road to two bus stops before my usual one, got on the bus there and caught the Nice Train into the Big City Station, with four minutes to scoot from platform 2 to platform 12 for the campus train.
There should only be two of us in the office today, my minion has a blood test this morning so she’ll be in later if she feels ok. I currently have the office to myself - the lights are off and the windows are open. Also, my favourite lecturer came in and left something on my desk. They had an event yesterday, and apparently their tradition is to have daffodils on the table - he knows they’re my favourite spring flower so when the event finished, he brought the flowers into the office and left them on my desk. How thoughtful, and so cheerful too!