Or you could try “Would you teach me how to grill sometime? I’ll bring the beer…”
Did you add a superfluous “t”?
You’d think I my age I’d know better than to drink caffeinated beverages in the afternoon. Dammit. We had a late lunch yesterday and I drank a couple of diet Cokes. I was still awake after midnight. Dammit. Then I woke around 4 feeling cold - the ceiling fan was on and we’d rolled the comforter down, so I pulled it up on my side. I fell back to sleep till 6, but now I’m up. Dammit.
The A/C in Daughter’s car died. Since it’s not a necessity, she’ll have to figure it out for herself. We were willing to advance her some $$$ when she needed her tie rods replaced, but uncomfortable as it can be, one can still get around without cool air pumped into the car.
Does anyone know if you can remove the FireTV software from a smart TV? I made the stoopit mistake of buying a FireTV (NOT a FireStick) from Amazon and I hate it - everything is slow to come up, and all of a sudden, I can’t even get Paramount+ to come on at all (it works on the other TV) and that’s where a lot of the shows that Roxy likes are. Since I’m going to have both of them this summer, I’ll want all the help I can get. I did a factory reset last night when I couldn’t sleep, but it’s still not behaving. The set’s not that old, so I hate to toss it already, tho I’m ready to use it for target practice, and I don’t even own a gun!
Today isn’t supposed to be near as hot as yesterday. We’re going back to the boat this morning, then to MIL’s after for birthday cheesecake. I love the sampler! Before we head over, we’ll call daughter to see if she wants to come with the kids.
Morning all. Up early and will be heading out in couple hours to go referee, glad it is this morning since the temperature is supposed to get to 90F by the afternoon. So once the game is done I think slothage will be my best bet.
doggio, I always tell people I plan to live forever or die in the attempt.
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s 16c/62f with a predicted high of 19c/67f, and sunny. Weather app seems confused about this and tells me that “Sure, it could be warmer outside, but there could also be more brain-eating zombies. Count your fucking blessings.” I have not yet encountered any brain-eating zombies on my travels today, unless you count all the clueless clods on the roads.
You will all be pleased to know that although I didn’t have a private carriage on the train journey home, it was largely uneventful. The train from campus to Sprawling Metropolis ran on time and deposited me safely in the right place. The usual local chuffer wasn’t running so I did have to wait half an hour for the mainline service that usually runs all the way up to Glasgow, but today was terminating at my home station so that was a bonus. I picked the front carriage because it’s meant to be the quiet one, so of course there were a couple of loud people on there, and someone who couldn’t put her phone down for two minutes. I got home at a reasonable time, and made chicken curry for dinner.
This morning I have been to the gym for three back-to-back classes, came home via one of the hand car wash places so Keith is now bright and shiny again, and popped to the supermarket for milk, mushrooms and cooked chicken. Don’t often go to the supermarket on my way back home, but 'im indoors has decreed that there should be day drinking this afternoon so I cannot drive Keith anywhere.
floaty welcome to the party! Your hair looks lovely I use Schwarzkopf Live Ultra Violet on mine for a purple sheen. It is almost time to do it again, I can see the roots and it’s not pleasant!
pilot I hope you are starting to feel better by now, and the hurricanes behave themselves by going somewhere else.
RealFish I can’t see your pics either, nor some of the others. I always put it down to being over here in foreign parts
sari I am sorry that you have to have that talk with your son but he does need to understand that there are consequences to his actions and his choices. He is making your life very difficult at a time when you can least afford to have such disruption to your sleep etc. Sadly, if you don’t have that talk then he’ll continue to rely on you instead of having to rely on himself.
Cupcakes why have regrets? Why not just do it instead and have what you’ve always wanted?
Right…got to get a restorative cup of tea, get my hair washed and make myself presentable so we can go about the public. Oh, the humanity!
After sharing my Sister Mary Lorenza incident I was about to continue on, but decided that it was inappropriate for this thread. My parting with the RCC was very acrimonious and I did not want to burden you, my friends, with all of that negativity.
I will balance my Sister Mary Lorenza incident with a more lighthearted incident from High School.
Sister Mary Corona (not a fake name for the story, that was her real name) taught English. She decided that she should spend a quarter with a current best seller available in paper back. First day all seniors were issued a brand new copy of Mario Puzo’s “The Godfather.” Sister opened the class by having the girl in the first row left side of the classroom stand and start reading aloud. By the second reader two facts became obvious. First, Sister Mary Corona had not read the book in advance of the class and secondly, she made that, due to the religious connotations of the title, thought that it would be a religious story. I am sure most of you have read the book or, at least, have seen the movie.
The opening scene, Connie’s wedding, moves along nicely. The second reader got to the scene at about page seventeen, where Santino Corleone has the Maid of Honor pinned up against a door in a very graphic and steamy sexual encounter.
The red faced Nun shut it down right away. The money had been spent and it was probably too late to come up with a second novel for class, so we proceeded on reading on our own and then talking about only the few specific plot points Sister Corona though were appropriate in class.
The minute I got my paperback in that class I was waiting for that moment. My family were all voracious readers. My Mom got on the waiting list for that novel right when it came out and she, my older sister and I took turns with it until we had to return it. We agreed to not discuss it during this time. Even in 1969 we were conscious of spoilers
Yay on the puppy progress sari! Like you, I think that it’s time for your son to get his license.
Your catfood story cracked me up JtC! When I was a kid, my mom used to keep leftovers to feed the dog in a reused margarine tub. My Uncle Jack drove truck and would often stop by the house, letting himself in if no one was home (my folks were OK with this). One day Mom got home from her part time job to find my uncle reheating something on the stove for a bite to eat. You guessed it, it was the dog food.
That was funny about Sister Mary Corona and The Godfatherhippy. At least she didn’t collect all of your books to burn like some modern day religious types would.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP before sheveling to meet SIL.
The enthusiasm of massed pre-schoolers is one of the happiest noises on Earth. The silence afterwards is one of the other happiest noises on Earth. It’s amazing how much energy it costs a gray hair just standing still amidst the chaos. What’s up with that?
Those two sentences don’t seem to go together. But congrats on pupper housebreaking, whether still in-progress or complete. I bet all the hijinks are adorable. I expect neither of you are taking any pictures. Naah, who’d do something like take pictures of cute puppers?
Depending on where you live, that may be illegal. If it stinks, it may be hazardous waste. Not sure how much you want to involve officialdom, but in at least some jurisdictions they can be real bulldogs about driving problem neighbors out of town.
When I lived in snow country with frequent ice storms (~10-30 years ago) I just loved the days I was office-irking from home but nearly nobody else could. Or the weekdays I wasn’t flying and was just at home w a brandy, a wonderful woman, and a fireplace.
“Neener neener!” was one of my favorite refrains. I may be polite in public, but I’m a jerk on the inside.
I hope you’ve communicating back to the author. In private if not as feedback on their sales site.
My late first wife was a big-time knitter and screwed-up patterns would really light her fire. She mostly worked from pro published books and her own raw knowledge, rarely from cottage industry homebrew patterns, but when she found problems she was not shy about sharing her findings with the author. In a helpful way, not a scornful one.
Anyone who can home-brew up a complete multi-pattern cable-knit sweater by eye with nary a note is a force to be reckoned with. Gosh, I miss who she used to be.
When I was a kid Mom frequently made us sandwiches using canned Underwood Deviled Ham. Which I’ve seen sitting on the store shelves for the intervening 50 years. Usually while buying the canned tuna I actually eat. Haven’t eaten any UDH since Mom stopped making my lunch for school.
Earlier this year I noticed the stuff again, and it was on sale. So I bought 2 cans on a lark. Made up the can roughly as I’d recalled Mom doing, mayo, a bit of onion salt, etc. Just. Barely. Edible. It wasn’t tasty, it wasn’t nostalgic, it didn’t feel nutritious; best I could tell it wasn’t really even food.
There is very little food so awful I’ll throw it away. The second can of Underwood Deviled Ham went out unopened. Gosh knows how badly they’ve encheapened and enshittified the recipe over 50 years vs. my vague nostalgic memories. But the end result is not fit for man, nor probably for beast.
Great story about Dad. Every celebration of life should have a bunch of laughter.
Not much to add, except to 3rd (or is it 6th?) the motion. I don’t know the deep history of how this got this way, nor what limitations your son has from Fate, through no fault of you or he.
Every aging parent of a less-than-highly-capable semi-dependent child gets to the place where the inviolate facts of chronology and human lifespan can no longer be denied. The sooner you start grasping this painful nettle the better the end state will be for him after you can no longer be his crutch, and instead he needs to be yours. Until the all too soon time a bit later when you’re beyond needing or helping.
It’s an act of love for both of you to work on this joint journey before it’s a crisis. After a crisis it’ll be too late and you both will suffer more than was necessary.
This journey of many miles begins with a single step. You both must make the journey, like it or not, so IMO now is a good time to start stepping. Best of luck and {{hugs}} to you both.
Agree w that sentiment. And FCM’s suggestion about being immoral too. I don’t much mind the idea of dying as long as it’s not today. I’ll think the same tomorrow.
It’s the potential decrepitude that harshes my mellow. See also
I have no clue, but a search on google and on YouTube with the model number of your TV will often answer these sorts of questions.
You’ll also find that doing this troubleshooting in the morning, not late at night after a full day of kidlets & boat repairs will produce better results. It’s almost like the techno-gremlins come out at night whereas the Good Fairies of techno-magic are solar-powered. Don’t ask me how many late night failure sessions it took for me to learn this truism. But pretty much everybody in IT lives by it.
Most excellent. My usual experience when the train service is truncated is that it ends a couple stops short of home. Oh bother.
That’s beautiful. I think I’ll toast Sister Mary Corona with every Mexican beer from now on too.
As to me:
Been up about 3 hours now, mostly on the balcony. Coffee went down nicely. Congestion unfortunately remains unabated. A pretty warm & sunny day out there with some showers over the sparkly ocean. Welcome to June.
I did make not-coffee this morning and also yesterday (or was it the day before?) Caught both SNAFUs early before any real harm was done or mess needed clean-up. But still. Of course the underlying cause was thinking about something unrelated, mostly the Dope. Sigh.
Her Ladyship is now up & sheveling. She was maybe feeling a bit ill last night and is maybe a little more ill this morning. Or maybe not; too early to tell. Same symptoms as me. She is one of those people who’s not really awake until after an hour reading in bed then another hour upright. Then finally all cylinders are firing. So right now her early returns are ambiguous. Me? I’m a light switch.
I shall post this, then shevel, then co-feeding shall be next. She has a lunch date w a gaggle of sorority pals and is so far inclined to go. We shall see how her health shakes out.
It’s 46 degrees and sunny, with an expected high of around 75F.
I didn’t get as much done as I had hoped yesterday, mainly because I was trying to assemble the self-watering planter my son bought for me. Jesus, what a PITA! I gave up halfway through and will purchase an electric screwdriver to finish putting that together. I couldn’t find my drill; otherwise, I would have had it done yesterday. It’s held together with screws that must be inserted using a Phillips head screwdriver; however, none of the holes are predrilled, and it’s impossible to get them in all the way. The slats are made of wood, and the holes are not predrilled.
I also got the backyard weedwhacked, edged, and mowed yesterday. I took my Hori Hori knife to cut back some sod surrounding the back porch. I would have liked to have used my spade, but I couldn’t push the blade into the earth. That Hori Hori knife is my favorite gardening and weeding tool; I use it for everything. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B016BBM6FI?tag=prettyac-20
I just finished turning on the sprinkler in the backyard. I’ll let it run for about an hour and a half and then move it to the second area. I water the backyard in three sections, according to how the sun moves across it in the summer.
Sari, I agree with many others here; your son needs to get his license or figure out a different way to get to and from work. Given your other health issues, the lack of sleep is not helping.
I’m sorry you are still dealing with crud, pilot.
I’m glad your train ride worked out okay, boofae.
I should get going. I have visions of accomplishing many things, but we shall see what happens.
Someone screwed up and actually send us the wifi router!!! Shipped the next day after we ordered it!!! It arrived today and only took forever to set up but it’s there!!
Of course, just to f*ck with my mind, they printed the access key on the bottom of the wife router where the stand gets attached, so I had to take that off. Then for some reason, it wasn’t talking to the modem and took cycling power a zillion time, but exactly 100 days after we ordered Internet, we got Internet!! All our computers are set up as well as the cell phones so not we can actually get reliable Net instead of relying of the cell phones with the crappy coverage.
Next news:
SenSon had never played baseball before three weeks ago but the school needed warm bodies so they got him to play with the team. There are only 38 students in 7th through 9th grade in the school and they have 10 of them on the team, including four girls.
This is against normal Japanese junior high schools where the kids start playing the sport in first grade and have hundreds of students to select from.
Today was the first game of the season, and so he got dressed in his newly acquired (used) uniform and having attended practice a total of six times, set off to try his best. The only available cleats don’t fit so he just wore sneakers.
He was sent out to right field to do the least damage to the team. Mind you, we never watch baseball on TV so he was only vaguely aware of the rules and had no idea of defense strategies.
Our team got killed (19-1 and the game was called after five innings) but the good news was that SenSon made contact with the ball of a number of pitches and grounded out once. He made a critical catch of a fly ball and manage to remember to cover first base, saving a run by stopping an errant throw.
His teammates were quite happy with his performance and although they will never have a shot at a winning record, they are enjoying being a team and playing.
We had a number of really strong typhoons hit us in Taiwan, including getting water damage to wood floors. That’s one thing I’m glad I’m not facing anymore.
This. You can have a very quick, one-minute deep discussion with the Great One, then move on. Other things you can do is give the class time in class to do homework, and either work with the ones who need personal attention or have the “this is only for you” with the advanced ones. Sometimes you can pair the best with the worst to have them help.
You are much better than me. I would never see that person again.
Thanks! It’s quite a challenge to learn how to cook at this age, but the Internet really helps.
I tried a tomato based stew yesterday which didn’t do as well. Win some and lose some.
We can hear the patter of happy feet on tatami from lo these thousands of miles distant. Through the miracle of the internet. Which giveth and which taketh away.
Congrats!
One of my frequent comments to co-workers, retail clerks, servers, etc:
If computers are so fast, why do we spend half our day waiting for them?
When I dry the meat grinder parts in the oven, it’s only the internal parts. On last night, I put the body into the oven as well, instead of the drying rack, because the drying rack was occupied. I partially melted the nylon bushing for the crank. Since it’s a rather old Universal 333 Meat Chopper, I’m not finding parts. I sent a message to a company called LEM to see if they have anything that will fit. Otherwise, I suppose I can find a bit of nylon pipe that’s about ⅞ inches long and ⅞ inches outside diameter. Or just use it without the bushing.
Typical shorthanded Saturday heave. I did go off on Panamanian Vince, he crossed the line from “creative criticism” to “supervisor level bitching about my work methods.” then I was over on 100, and they sent Insurrectionist Boomhauer to help me stack the overflow boxes. And there was a box of Benz motor oil that Exxon Valdez-ed all over the 200 slide, and was still slippery despite 5000 cubic feet of Zorb.
Spot is now following me into the kitchen every time I go in, and if I don’t give him cheese, he screeches and flops over. I’m gonna change his name to Kenneth Branagh, because the boy can bring the drama.
Well that I plan on continuing post mortem.
WOOOOOO!!!
I usually did that with my head. I sports badly.
sari, definitely time to have a talk with the son(I assume you’ve already had The Talk )
Afternoon all. Soccer has been refereed (I did ok, being a linesman (or Assistant Referee as we’re now called) is a whole 'nother skill from being the center) and snack eaten, so some sloth will now be performed and we’ll see if I feel a bit active later in the afternoon. Already 91F here and not a sign of rain or clouds, just heat.
Flyboy, just dropped a dish and need to sweep it up, it was the last of it’s kind (just a small salad bowl I’ve had for quiet awhile, it outlived it’s three companions). Not on the level of bushless Meat Choppers, but it did occur in the kitchen…
Sensei, congrats on re-joining the 21st century. And congrats to Sensei-Son and his teammates for going out and having fun (and they scored a run, too!)
Hippy, great story, I must admit I’ve never read The Godfather, but I know enough that having it in a Catholic HS class today would probably make the news…
OK, need to consider some swampy-level slothing now. Take care all.
A bit humid today. I went on the shopping trip this am. Micheal’s, home goods, wine and spirits shop, and finally marshals.
I was looking for first apartment gifts. Got a fake plant, candle, and cans of wine (https://originalhousewine.com/wines/can/). I figure the cans could be a conversation starter even if he doesn’t try drinking them. Add in the two books, and leather trays I got earlier, he should have a nice little graduation/new flat gift box.
Of course there was shopping for me and the cats as well. Good times.
I may have to check that out next year. It looks like something I’d enjoy.
It definitely does. As for the picture, I have no idea what the problem is so let’s give this a try:
Hopefully anyone who couldn’t see it before can see it now. Let me know so I know if I need to fix things again.
BooFae, more often than not, when I’m involved it’s because I screwed something up.
I’ll admit, that is one of the things I don’t miss about living in Florida. We get remnants here fairly regularly, but it’s rare for even one downgraded to a TS makes it this far inland. Famous last words.
Sari, you definitely need to have a talk with your son. As much as we love our kids and want to take care of them, there are times when we need to put ourselves first. I think you’re at that point. {{{Sari}}}
If it were me (not that I grill either) I’d definitely let you do some grilling. Unless, of course, you brought Water Beer (read: most mass produced commercial US beers). Then we’d have to have a talk first.
I’ve been a MTG “widow” for the last few months. But I don’t begrudge him because I make him a widower for various things that catch my attention.
doggio, that we are. I wish the prejudice would disappear though, because I hate having to hide the Poly part of myself for fear of what my in-laws would say.
doggio, FCM and metal mouse, I’ve actually never wanted to live forever myself. Beyond the fact it would suck to have the planet even more full with people living forever, I would hate to have to love and lose so many people. I’ve always thought it would be better for me to be the first person that I love gone. Not going to happen, but I’m not good with grief.
I need to do that for Vancer. I brought it to a car wash one day a couple weeks ago, but it wasn’t as good of a job as I was hoping it would be. At the very least, I need to clean off a portion of window to put up a couple of vinyl stickers up. Ones perfect for Pride Month.
hippie, that story just goes to show the importance of reading a book before assigning it…
Sensei, yay for Internet! I’m sorry it was a PITA to get taken care of but the important thing is that you’re no longer relying on the phones!
As for me today:
I managed to get not only CtE but Hubby to walk with me this morning. I got my two miles in, and CtE was able to keep up with me (actually, they walked faster) and Hubby turned around about half way to head back. I’m just feeling good for having done the walking I’m saying I need to do. I don’t know if it’s helping at all, but it’s got to be better than sitting around doing nothing.
Hubby needed to do minor surgery on me when we got back. I have an ingrown fingernail that, as often happens with these things, kept hitting things. I could feel the pressure in the nail. So he was able to use something to get under the nail and get it out of the skin. Washed my hands, put on some bacitracin and a band-aid. At least now I can type without screaming each time that finger hits the key.
I forced BtY to help with house cleaning when we got back from our walk. There was a lot of yelling and screaming and crying and whining (and BtY wasn’t happy either ;)), but I didn’t give up. We managed to get the living room, dining room and entryway cleaned up together, which was a good start to things. Then I went outside, swept the porch and watered my new plant.
I’m hoping that I can keep it alive, but we’ll see how well I do. Eventually, I want to get more plants, but I need to prove to myself that I can keep something alive first.
Now CtE, Hubby and I are heading back out for a Pokemon event. I don’t expect the walk that I’d had earlier to happen again, but just getting out is a good thing. I’m combining it with a trip to Ollie’s so I can get a few more things for the porch. Have a great afternoon/evening/morning, all!
For the first time this season I ventured out with my cane to the local Farmer’s market. I did find what I wanted, one of the vendors had herb sets, and I needed sage. While dried herbs from the store aren’t necesarily bad there are times I prefer fresh herbs, and today it was sage. It’s in the ground now and watered and I’ll keep a close eye on it. My basil has been growing like gangbusters, and I’ll make some more basil tomato bread soon.
The opening scene, Connie’s wedding, moves along nicely. The second reader got to the scene at about page seventeen, where Santino Corleone has the Maid of Honor pinned up against a door in a very graphic and steamy sexual encounter.longhair75, I recall I was in high school when the book came out. I was in one classroom and the teacher had to leave the room for a moment, so a guy on the other side of the room took out his copy and began reading it aloud for the class, that very scene you mentioned. We were all giggling of course. The guy who was reading later became lieutenant-governor of our state. HIs dad had been governor earlier.
When I first saw your post about drying kitchen appliances in the oven my immediate thought was to respond with a cautionary tale about my own unhappily cooked plastic parts. But it was already hours after you posted and so I figured even if my warning was relevant it would come too late. And might be thought insulting. Sorry.
With my own lesson expensively learned, now what I do when I want to dry things like that is turn the oven on low for just a few minutes, then turn it off. Then put the items in with the door open. 170F and cooling slowly still gets water out of nooks and crannies much quicker than sitting alongside the sink. But darn near nothing, not even hands, are in danger at that temp.
FYI I can also tell you from experience that there are many engineering plastics that explode when microwaved for a mere 5 seconds. So don’t do that either.
If all us boy-mumpers decided to try swampy-slothing at once, I bet the whole thread would grind to a ZZZZZ-filled stop.
Truefish the new pic of BtY came through for me too. So probably for all of us.
Boo: BtY’s excellent reverse mullet was truefish’s personal handiwork, not some professional’s.
As to me:
Her Ladyship got dolled up in a floral sundress, tall shoes, and earrings then went to her event. Earrings are not one of her big things, so I sense some competitive femaling was going on. Turns out these are monthly birthday bashes for anyone who’s got a birthday that month. In the months with no birthdays they meet anyhow.
Once she was safely off to her event I went to mine: a mongo double volcano burger on lettuce wrap and fries from a place she doesn’t care for, then a couple miles’ walk along the beachfront park admiring the brilliant sunshine, the many wonderful shapes & colors that people and swimwear come in, and the lovely turquoise water in the shallows and the intense dark blue beyond in the deeps. Lotta boats out enjoying the lovely day.
Before my lunch even began a monster thunderstorm was heading our way from well inland and well southwest. I’d been watching its progress but estimated my ~2-hour meal & hike would work out fine … just. Walk done I made a last stop along the beachfront restaurant row for a cappuccino to go amidst the insistent sound of approaching thunder then sauntered the last 1/4 mi to the car, arriving as the first sprinkles hit the windshield. The rain began in earnest before I got out of the parking lot. 3 minutes later you could not see to drive >20mph. An awful lot of people waited way too long to leave the beach and got utterly slammed.
10 minutes later I was near home and the rain subsided then quit as abruptly as it began, the storm having continued north and out to sea. Meantime SoFL’s craptacular civic drainage systems produced 8" puddles in many intersections and obstructed many far right lanes.
Hit the groc store for some minor provisions then now back home.
The sun now shines brightly on puffy clouds, the drains have caught up with the deluge, the pavement is mostly dry, the air is thick with the recently evaporated rainwater, and all is right with the local world. Her Ladyship reports she’s departing her event and I’ll see her in 45ish minutes.
We were required to wear a uniform. There was a particular jumper dress for the girls. The boys woee solid colored shirts (preferably white) with a necktie and grey flannel trousers. Both sexes were allowed a particular royal blue cardigan sweater.
One afternoon I was walking in the hall between gym class and whatever I had next period. I had neglected to tuck my shirt in. Our principal, Sister Margerete Anne, saw me walking. SHe was well known to sometimes go off on some one in a rage. Back then we just thought she was bat sh#t (the actual term used most often to describe her fits) but now I realize that she was very likely to be undiagnosed Bi-Polar.
She grabbed the front of my shirt, shaking it and started screaming in my face about my slovenly appearance. It was a cheap shirt and it just came apart in her hands. She let go and just walked away towards her office. I spent the rest of the day wearing a properly tied necktie and the shredded leftovers of my shirt.
I freely admit that I was an attitude and discipline problem in high school. Some of my run ins with the clergy were deserved, some were not.
Howdy Y’all! Mowage got achieved. I showered, et a sammich, and achieved nappage. Cake is now done and iced, casserole is all assembled to get baked in the mornin’. The bakin’ part is just to melt cheese and glue everything together, so no biggie. OYKW will have the task of bringin’ it all to the church house as I must be there to do pre-church stuff so leave before he does most Sundays. We et up leftovers from Thursdays sup a little while ago. Now we chill.
RealFish if BtY is happy with his hair then all is well. I saw the pic this time.
Pilot gotta love those “popcorn” tstorms. That’s what I call 'em cause they seem to burst upon us like a popcorn kernel.
I use Schwarzkopf Live Ultra Violet on mine for a purple sheen. It is almost time to do it again, I can see the roots and it’s not pleasant!
