Just a PS to my last post - they have the day-of-the-week rugs in the elevators!
Tomorrow night is formal night, so we’ll be dining at the buffet. None of our clothes are remotely formal/dressy. No biggie - we’re not the dressing up types.
Tomorrow morning, there’s a make an origami turtle class. There’s also a watercolor class. Dunno if FCD will go, but I will. There are also a couple of presentations that sound promising. So we can keep busy at sea.
Now, tho, is for chillage.
Yeah, there is a stairwell door right outside of our apartment. Barring that, there are always the bathrooms, although even the hallway would be a better choice, I think. There is nothing I can see in today’s news that indicates any serious damage, so I’m guessing everyone dodged a bullet both here and in WI, where my kids live.
I cleaned. I napped. I lunched. Spot merely napped.
Something I’d probably like when I can’t get a Trophy Wife.
Church was great. It was youth day, so the youth did the singing, the announcements, etc. The pastors young, but adult son did the preaching.
He said there were snacks afterward.
Fried chicken and pasta salad wasn’t a snack, it was a meal!
I just finished my proposal writing work (
), and am about to relocate to the couch for the rest of the day…well, except for doing laundry. Now I have at least an hour to chill before the dog groomer arrives (that window is 3:00-6:00).
Thanks to all for the old dog empathy. 
I know that several of you understand all too well! Most of me is sure that Bailey will rally, and she still seems like herself, but it’s hard to see her mobility and balance deteriorating further while she’s weak like this…and, I can’t ignore her age (she turns 17 in two weeks). Talking to y’all actually did help me feel better, though! Plus, when I got back from the store I decided to try the “crushed pills mixed into peanut butter” thing again and this time she ate it!! (Thanks to missred for the inspiration to try that again!) I love the 1-oz tubs of Jiff To Go for her; it feels like just the right amount, and she eats it right out of the tub. She hasn’t touched any of the chicken I put in her bowl after the peanut butter, and I know that two pills alone won’t make up for 1.5 weeks of no meds, but I’m feeling somewhat relieved as I watch her snoozing next to me.
Taken just now:
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I went to the grocery store after my earlier post, and bought more roasted chicken. Some banana bread jumped into my cart, but I completely forgot to buy actual bananas! 
I went to the “other” store today, so I’ll stop in at the one I pass on the way home from work tomorrow.
Ha! Yay! 
Evening here in Southern England and I’m back in my hotel room after a pretty full day. Trains ran on time and were not too crowded so had over 5 hours in Portsmouth… and it wasn’t enough. HMS Victory is undergoing major work (after all it is a 250 year old wooden warship), but still got to see most of the innards. The Mary Rose (from Henry VIII’s time was still being worked when I was here last, now it has a complete museum built around it so really enjoyed that. And rode past the British Navy in a troop landing craft like you see in the D-day movies, except this one was used in the Falklands. So yeah, it was a neat day topped off with a McDonald’s Arch Deluxe (basically a double Quarter Pounder with more stuff on it) and finished with and ice cream bar from a local truck. Will get pictures up when I get home and can download and edit them. Only adventure tomorrow is a bus ride to Heathrow and finding the same hotel FCM stayed at when she arrived.
So have a good night everyone and should be back to normal posting mode by Wednesday.
Definition of “Scattered Showers”: It just rained on the building. It rained on the parking lot. It did not rain on the 25 yards of natural area in between.
Cool.
Aww, what a sweet doggie. Sending lots of skritches, pats and softly murmured “who is the best dog?”.
Yay! She looks so sweet.
I went to the grocery to pick up some tomatoes and doggy treats, came home and while I was putting them away, SIL called. I’m invited up there for Independence day for a cookout. I told her that I needed to be home before dark (I can watch the town fireworks from my place, so it gets loud) to make sure that Nelson was doing OK. Not a problem!
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated (OYKW decided he would survive since I was in the pew with him) , then there was homemade red velvet cake at coffee hour. We had dessert and then picked up stoner food to take back to da cave and eat. Nappage and day drinkin’ were accomplished as well. Looks like rain/tstorms/apocalypse are on the way. Hope so! Oh and the biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow.
red Rite I is the old skool Eucharist with all the thees, thous and so forth that I grew up with. Rite II, which is most commonly used now, is the new fangled modern Eucharist. Rite II became common when the Book of Common Prayer was revised in 1979. This means I have actually used Rite II most of my life. However it was Rite I durin’ my formative years, so it’s still familiar to me.
52 I’ve heard it called linner and lupper. However I prefer my own word for it, suppunch. This amuses me.
What a lovely lady.
I sure do understand your concerns, though.
The heat dome over us has moved on. Today it was back down to normal temps and we are expecting rain tonight.
I spent four hours at the capital and didn’t roast which was nice. Of course there will be a protest on the Fourth but there really isn’t any theme so I don’t know what sort of food to bring.
I’m thinking about bringing a big pot of refried beans and another big pot of rice that we can put on flour tortillas. Can’t eat much poorer than that. Plus easy and no real worries about keeping things at the right temp. Chicken tacos won’t happen again, keeping the chicken filling at the right temp was too stressful.
I am impressed with your priorities and reflexes! Also very happy that you were able to go back to bed (did you really sleep?).
So besides mopping the kitchen floor (hub’s tremors are getting bad again and coffee really shows on white tile) and driving myownself to the capital, not a lot has happened. I put a ham bone and a bag of beans in the crock pot before leaving, and served it with a green salad and a pan of cornbread.
Our veggie garden loved the heat and there are plenty of tomatoes set. While I do miss the long growing season I was used to, this is entertaining as well. I’ve never been able to successfully grow garlic before, so I’m looking forward to seeing how it does where the ground freezes.
Stopping by briefly before next week’s MMP kicks in. I did read everything for the last 3 days. That’s a lot. Good to hear the cruisers are ending and beginning successfully. And that move prep is proceeding apace. And that no tornadoes have visited anyone’s home this week. Damned shame about poor shoe’s back. And the unhappy / ill puppers.
My Fri into Sat dinner & low rent rendezvous went well. My weekend thereafter has been boring & solo. Much RDOSing. The dehumidifier is working a treat. It’s silly I didn’t get one a year ago. I don’t think I’ve caused any problem, but mold around here is one of those “ounce of prevention >> ton of cure” things. The air in here feels “funny” now, but not unpleasant. And I’m able to maintain the temps I want with no concern for problems later.
I grew up in earthquake country, and when my wife and I lived in Alaska, we always kept a go-bag handy. We had the same sort of go-bag in Oregon after a wildfire scare. Luckily, it was easy to catch Sadie, but I’m sure she’d find shelter under the bed, if necessary. It took awhile to get back to sleep because of the constant lightning.
We also have go-bags, AZ was wildfire country. But our first response would have been to check and see if it was actually local. Yavapai County AZ is bigger than the state of West Virginia, we are kinda used to being woken up at night because bad things were happening 50 miles away.
Of course, we don’t have hurricane alarms in our apartment building either. That might put me back to south CA mindset afterall!
Currently on my way home from Michigan, sitting through a 2.5 hr layover in Detroit. I think I got out of the lake property at the right time. Many more parts of the family arrived today and more are coming over the next week.
The nice part about hurricanes is when there’s a warning for 50 miles away, you’re already in it. No guesswork about how close is close enough. 
Well, I guess any cloud has a silver lining!!!
But you are right. The wildfires were known, we always lived across a road or highway from the open land and I/we kept our homes fire safe. This place is in a 500 year flood zone and has a huge home across the street to act as a barrier to the water cascading down the mountain during big rains.
So, after we fled CA, we never really had to worry about bugging out unexpectedly. Mostly we just worried about being cut off on the way home because we commuted so far.
The mouse has been retired. Fifteen (?) years ago, I bought two or three little mouse toys for Harvey. After he died and we got Tonka, he could play with them. Then Creamsicle. Now Goo and Abbey. Though he had multiple mice, I only knew the location of one of them. I tied a string onto its tail so I can play Mouse with the cats. Either Goo or Abbey has been very hard on it. The poor mousie’s tail is completely frayed. It’s still on, though, and the string still holds.
Tonka’s urn is a wooden box with a frame on the front, into which we put his photo. Along with his ashes, we were given a cast of his paw print. Today I unscrewed the base and put Mousie and the paw print in the box with his ashes. Mrs. L.A. had to look inside and poke his bag of ashes before I put the base back on.
I think (read hope) I’ve found out how to alleviate Nelson’s scratching. He wasn’t scratching when I would hold him, when he was on the shotgun seat in the car or in my bed, but did when I was doing something that didn’t involve him. I finally cleared everything under the printer table out and put his bed there. It’s mere inches from my desk chair in the studio. Voila! He crawled in and no more scratching. I just hope that is all that’s going on. Regardless, he has a vet appointment in a couple of weeks, so we’ll see how he’s doing then.
He knows something is going on, but he’s not sure what. All he knows is that he gets scared when you aren’t close because who knows what will happen if you are gone.
Poor lil guy, it would be so nice to be able to actually tell them what is happening.