Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 68 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 87 and mostly N.O.S. for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization (I have Verge duty) followed by first Sunday brunch. After that it will be home to da cave for nappage followed by sloth and general overall uselessness the rest of the day. Since brunch will take care of the main need to feed, any other need will be via forage.
JtC I figure if’n I do a fair amount of productivity at least one day a week, I can say I am not a total waste to society. Then again I like bein’ a total waste to and drain on society. Besides it makes day drinkin’ so much tastier!
dad I have always maintained that they threw a Moon Pie wrapper and a RC Cola bottle off the Tallahatchie Bridge.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Morning, mumpers! It’s 15c/59f with a predicted high of 19c/66f, and mostly sunny. Weather app is not happy and tell me that “While I enjoy mild weather, I’m not a fucking fan of the fucking sun.” I burn easily so not a big fan of sun either, but rather that than rain if I have to be outside!
{{{{{flyboy}}}}}
Mooom I hope FCD can get new specs quickly, I learned long ago never to dispose of all of the previous ones as I’ve had a few “fatalities” in the past.
hippie your Godfather story really made me laugh!
nellie feel better soonest!
RealFish I can see the pic now, nice job!
Yesterday went exactly as predicted I spent 3hrs in the gym, went home via the car wash and supermarket, then we got tidied up and went into town for lunch at the Good Chinese Place. I had only got one thing to do, 'im indoors had a couple of errands so we agreed a time and place to meet. Then there was day drinking. Those of you who are friends with me on the Book of Faces will have seen the evidence of our mini pub crawl. The Posada is a lovely old-style pub in the middle of town, lucky to have a small area at the back to put some plants, benches and an awning to make a secluded little beer garden.
We had a couple of drinks there, then walked back in the direction of home via the Clarendon (Banks’ brewery tap), the Combermere Arms, and finished up at the New Hampton Inn which has a huge garden and what used to be a bowling green. Sadly there’s no bowling these days and when they were able to open up after Covid, they put tables out on the bowling green to maximise the number of people they could have in. Yesterday they also had a small bouncy castle for the kids.
We ordered pizza while we were still there, and picked it up on the way back home. Scoffed it, shared some with Shadow and were in bed before midnight. We had hoped the two foster kitties would have put in an appearance, when I opened the front door, I heard frantic scrabbling and movement so one of them was out and about, and dived for a hiding place as soon as we arrived.
I have no plans for today, the house is not desperately in need of roll-suckage and I don’t want to freak the cats out more than they are already so it shall be an afternoon of slothage and general uselessness in the hopes that I see at least one little furry face (other than Shadow).
An attorney is a lawyer who’s passed the bar and practices law in court. So it’s not two words for the same thing, as I always believed. Go figure!
I keep my most recent old specs on my bedside table for reading, so I always have 2 relatively current pairs available. Once too many accumulate, the Lions Club gets the oldest ones - I guess they distribute them to folks in need.
And the disturbing dreams just keep invading my sleepy time - the most recent edition involved me wandering thru a building that was a combination of my workplace (BUT I’M RETIRED!!!) and a boutique-like WalMart (just the notion makes the brain hurt!) Apparently I’d gone on vacation for a week and when I came back, the combining occurred, along with a reorganization, so I didn’t even know who my boss was. I spent most of the dream trying to figure out how to do my time card so I could get paid, but while people would start to help me, they’d wander off. Stoopit and disturbing way to start the day.
FCD is still abed - he apparently doesn’t share my stoopit dreams. We will eventually head back to the boatyard for more waxy adventures. My shoulders are feeling it this morning, so I’ll pop some tylenol or ibuprofen before we leave. Our goal for today is fairly small, but you know about the best-laid-plans and such.
I got 3 loads of laundry done last night - both of us had a butt-ton of dirty t-shirts (laundry dirty, not graphics dirty!) plus there were jeans and shorts that needed to tumble. Tomorrow, I have a big load of towels awaiting me, and if weather permits, they’ll dry on the line. In fact, FCD has some stuff to do tomorrow, so I think I’ll finally go buy a replacement plank for the clothesline deck before I put my foot thru it. Since I installed the planks in the first place, I’m pretty sure I can replace it.
I need to mow also - we’ve got a lot of clover in the back yard, which I love, but the flowers are getting way too tall for a low-to-the-ground pug. Mowage is pretty easy, tho. And I need to decide where I’m going to set up the pool for the kids - the front of the shop isn’t the best place, but we do have an area where grass doesn’t want to grow anyway. So that may be it.
I thought it was funny as well. Anyone who asked was told that Sister Margerete Anne tore my shirt off. By the end of the day all of the teachers knew also because one of them gave me an “out of uniform” slip and I went to the office to pay my twenty five cent fine.
Mornin’ all. an hour after sunrise and the balconating is easy. 75F / 25C and raining all over the place but not here now. Streets are damp enough it must have sometime between midnight & sunrise.
I’ve ordered a lot of interesting cocktails in my life, but what’s a “jones”?
Glad your new chair fits you. Having been & still married to people of non-standard sizes, finding chairs that fit is always an ordeal.
Yeah. Generally compact, self-contained, and mobile. One cell might rain like hell for an hour, but that’ll be a swath across town a mile wide and 20 miles long where any given spot in the swath got rained on for 5 minutes and hammered for barely 3 minutes while it went by. And everybody else just got to sit in the sun watching the big pretty cloud go by while listening to the happy music of lightning hitting somebody else.
Ouch! As you’re doing, make all you can of what you can while you can. {{hugs}}.
Probably 15 years ago while first wife was apparently fully healthy we bought a can of genuine Spam on a similar lark. We’d both eaten it as little kids & college kids. So sliced and fried it to accompany eggs. Was edible; did not repeat the experiment. Our Capn’n Crunch experiment went similarly.
I’m reminded of a saying about White Castle burgers, the original “sliders”
They’re better after midnight or under 30.
IOW, good post-close-the-bar food or young adult food. But better surrendered gracefully like so many other things of youth.
I have to say that the whole Mumper menagerie seems to live on that knife edge. Y’all are evidently better at frustration than I am.
The only thing that smells worse than burning spider webs is burning scorpion nests. But that does seem a fitting end to such nasty critters and all their thousands of eggs
Yowsa! Not trying to second-guess your doc, but Diclofenac is also available as a topical ointment. Specifically for localized arthritis pain. Used to be prescription “Voltaren”, but is now OTC & generic. I use it occasionally when excess Doping makes my fingers/ wrists sore.
Good luck w son & DIL.
Bein’ as y’all live not too far away, ah figger y’all prolly know whatcha talkin’ 'bout.
Funny overall, but …
Now that is adding insult to injury. Pile on much? Jeez. Although they had to live with Sister Bipolar O’Wackjob longer than you did, so maybe there was ulterior method to their meanery. Depending on how old I was, I mighta cried about then. Or vowed never to return and made it stick with the 'rents.
As to me.
Nose started really running w eye water & sneezing late last night. Nyquil at bed time. Slept well but needed Dayquil immediately on get-up. Which now 90 minutes later doesn’t seem to be doing much. Had taken an allergy antihistamine (loratadine = generic Claritin) yesterday late morning as an experiment. Has worked in the past but this time seemed to do nothing. OTOH, my head got bad about the time that wore off, so maybe it held the line for a few hours. Gonna try again soon.
Other than living with a Kleenex box I feel fine. Irk called last night to tell me I should be winging my way to NYC about now. I said “Nope, not happening” and I’m now burning some more of my dwindling supply of paid sick time. Oh well, that’s what it’s for.
About due for a haircut, but not gonna expose OG the barber to me in this condition. Seems impolite.
Morning all. Well, apparently I am fated to wake up at 6am in the morning now. 67F outside and heading to another day near 90. Have a ‘party’ for the youth soccer coaches this afternoon and tickets to a game at 6pm (so of course there is a 50% chance of rain at that time…), so that should get me out of the house. But should be a quiet morning at Casa Rat.
FCM, I wish I could remember my dreams like you; they seldom stick around. Happy Yard planning day.
I presume not at the same time… Have fun, sounds like a great day.
{{Nellie}}}. stomach bleeding is not a good thing; please check your stools (ain’t it wonderful we have a sciencecy word for s***) for evidence of bleeding. Take care of yourself now. And respect to neighbor, be they attorney or lawyer, for their stand. Hope DIL is doing better.
doggio, I still old-school calling the side refs in soccer linesman…we now have the exalted titled of ASSISTANT REFEREES!!! They’s posted the games for next weekend so guess I need to sign up for a few.
OK, need to do the morning internetting and be about the day, Take care all.
I’m up and ready to get sheveled, will be going to deheathenization. After that I, along with my sister and BIL will be eating at the annual Germanfest here in town. Bierocks her I come, although sis prefers the saurbraten. This is one of four food fests the city has and I love them all. The oldest is the Mexican fiesta, which I think is almost a hundred years old, followed by the Germans. Those two are only a few blocks from each other. Then there’s the Orthodox with the Greek fook, and the Indian fest. Love them all.
Holy crap, I need to check in here more often. Y’all went all wordy.
Had a hurky morning, as in hurk-hurk-hurk-BLEAH from her highness. Felt good about getting her off the carpet in time, then she started a second hurk while I was cleaning up the first mess, and got her off the carpet in time again. I rule! As in a “feed me, clean up my barf, scoop my poop, scritch my ears” kind of rule.
Breakfast will be biscuits and gravy with the other undead this morning, cuz I have the hongries for it. Otherwise, we usually avoid the dining room.
The wife signed us up to go walk somewhere. I tried to tell her it’s going to be in the 90s today and the humidity is a killer. She says “But it’s in the morning.” I don’t think she understands humidity.
Made it past another anniversary of my middle son’s death five years ago without too much mental anguish. Stays with you forever, ya know?
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. And it’s mattress flippin’, filter switchin’ shiny new toothbrush day! HAPPY NATIONAL CHEESE DAY
Spot and I will be celebrating. And to quote Our Lord at The Sermon On The Mount, “Blessed Are The Cheesemakers”
Oh, I wouldn’t get rid of him. Not even after he tried to give me the feral ear clip last night while I was petting him.
< yeets Cabbage Patch doll off local bridge in celebration >
I could never be an attorney, because I’d be hard pressed to pass a bar.
It’s 55F and mostly cloudy outside at the moment. The expected high is around 72F, but the sun isn’t slated to make an appearance until late morning.
I was fairly busy yesterday; I went to Lowes, Home Depot, and Wildbirds Unlimited yesterday and was home by 9:30. I spent the next several hours planting flowers, as well as repositioning some that I had already planted. After that, I finished putting together that planter box. When instructions say to use a manual Phillips head screwdriver and that holes aren’t prefilled. Find a drill immediately and drill pilot holes. I still haven’t located my drill, and now I’m very irritated. I bought a battery-powered screwdriver, but even that didn’t really help. But I finished putting the planter box together, and now it awaits good-quality soil and flowers. I need to buy more flowers, I planted everything I had yesterday, and I need a plant for one of my other raised bed gardens. Plus, I still want to buy a 'mater. I want yellow tomatoes, but neither Lowes nor Home Depot had them. All they had were Early Girls and Beef Steak. While Early Girls do well in the PNW, Beefsteak tomatoes aren’t as hardy. I like the Sungold; sweet, but with a hint of tomatoey (is so a word!) tartness.
I need to finish my coffee and clean up the kitchen. After that, it’s back out to the nursery for plants and back home to plant and complete laundry. I need to wash a load of light-colored delicates and sheets and towels. I also need to weed some and level out the area where I plan to put the new planter. I was going to put it on my porch, but I won’t see it on the porch when I’m indoors, so I’ll move it over to the other planters’ area. I dunno; we’ll see. I may change my mind. I can do that.
I also need to feed the posies and fertilize the lawn today. I will probably do that around 7:30 or so. The sun is starting to bust out, but there are still some clouds and it’s a bit cool outside.
I was also looking at Weber kettle grills yesterday. My husband was asking about buying a Hibachi or something like that, and I pointed out we’d need to get a table to put it on and that we’d be better off buying a Weber or something. I looked at the other grills yesterday, but again, I don’t want a giant grill anymore, just something big enough for my husband and me and small family gatherings. The days of large barrel grills or massive gas grills with rotisseries are over and good riddance! They took up so much space! I think I’m just going to get one delivered so I don’t have to worry about trying to fit one in the back of the Jeep.
nellie, I’m sorry you were feeling so poorly yesterday and the day before. I sure hope you start feeling better soonest! I also agree you should check with your doc!
Baker, I grew up eating German food since my Mom is from Germany. I miss Sauerbraten. I could make it myself, but I would need to go to the German deli for the seasonings to make one, and the deli is a bit of a drive from here and always crowded. I have a spaetzle press but haven’t made spaetzle in years. Plus the hours at the deli are just weird.
I suppose I should get on with my day. I have a lot to accomplish and then tomorrow I head back to work. Since it’s Monday, that means driving down to the office in West Oly. Seems like a waste of gas as well as time since I rarely get any real work accomplished in the office. Bah!
But, that’s for tomorrow and today I can just concentrate on my yard, flowers, and me so it should be a really good day.
54º Ferret Height and sunny up here in Almost-Canada. Should get up to 66º today.
In other news, we have some mole holes in the new lawn, next to the driveway. I put a couple of sonic stakes out there, in the hopes they’re drive them away. I couldn’t get the stakes flush to the lawn, so I think I’ll carefully drive over them to push them down another inch or two, and to mash down the mole holes. Then it will be time for mowing and watering.
Just got back from Minute Clinic. I have a low grade fever and sinusitis. I’m on antibiotics and was told to rest today and tomorrow. I bought ice cream to lower the fever.
No more boat work this weekend. We scrubbed the last that needed scrubbing (except for the teak decks, which is a project unto itself.) FCD finished waxing the outside of the flybridge, We tended to a few more little things, then went to Texas Roadhouse for lunch. Now I won’t have to make supper, because we’s stuffded!!!
I just finished mowing the back yard so I’ve earned some recliner time. Go me!
I’m surprised they didn’t prescribe medicinal ice cream! It’s good for, well, pretty much anything!!
Yeah. At age 6 crying might’ve happened. By 16 I probably would never have returned to the place. Not because I was scared, but because F*** them and their certifiably insane leadership.
You have the best ideas. I may try some of the same, pancreas be damned. I’m darn tired of being ill, even if the severity ain’t all that bad.
br/> FCM: Sand teak? Laze in recliner? Sand teak? Laze in recliner? Sand teak? Hmm. Decisions, decisions.
Truly a dilemma when you put it that way. I admire your choice of light lunch and afternoon activity.
Wifey, zhe shleppin’. I guess the scrambled egg, cheese, and bacon sandwich she had for breakfast was too much for her. She has an errand to run at 13 o’clock. I’m waiting for her to leave so that I can mow the lawn, spray the mole dirt off of the driveway, and get the sprinkler running. I’m sure I wouldn’t wake her if I mowed now, but her car is pretty clean and I don’t want to kick up a lot of dust on it.
I drove the Prius over the Victor Sonic Spike mole repellers. Now they’re flush with the ground so that I don’t hit them with the lawnmower, and they’re still beeping. I’m not convinced they actually work, but SWMBO nixed using poison because she doesn’t want any outdoor cats to eat a poisoned mole. We lost Creamsicle, probably because she ate a poisoned mouse. If, as I suspect, the Sonic Spikes don’t chase off the moles, I’ll probably surreptitiously plant some poisoned worms that the guy at the hardware store says are effective.
Speaking of the guy at the hardware store… He showed us an adaptor to hook a hose up to a car’s exhaust pipe so as to kill the moles with carbon monoxide. I said, ‘But I drive a Prius.’ The Jeep would probably be toxic enough, but killing the moles with poison gas seems a little too Reich-y.
Modern ICE cars produce very little carbon monoxide. People who try the old [run the car in the closed garage to commit suicide] trope usually fail. They often injure themselves gravely with lack of oxygen, but deaths are rather rare these days.
Whether modern ICE car exhaust would be effective against moles I can’t say. At first glance, being hot and therefore light, I’d say it’s going to be disinclined to penetrate downwards very far until after it’s cooled. Keeping it underground that long won’t be easy.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated, enjoyed a really good first Sunday brunch and then it was back to da cave. Nappage got achieved and the biiiiiiiig trash can has been haulPed all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. Looks like we might get us another tstorm in an hour or so, which would be nice. The one last night lasted about an hour and a half. Much rain fell which was much needed. Oh, and day drinkin’. We’ve been day drinkin’.
Pilot a Jones is a gnawin’ and a cravin’. Such as, “I have a jones for some ice cream.” The term was originally a slang word for a heroin dealer but has since joined the everyday slang vernacular.
WetOne hope you feel better soonest. Medicinal ice cream is definitely called for.
Mowage is complete, only… I’ve never used a bag. I’ve always used the ‘mulching’ mode. In the '70s and '80s when I mowed my dad’s lawns, the mower didn’t mulch. It just spat the clippings out the side. Before we got the new lawn, mulching the clippings was good. With the new lawn, you can see them. So I put the bag on the back of the mower (a Toro self-propelled one). I noticed immediately that the clippings were being left on the lawn. After I finished mowing, I took the (completely empty) bag off. It looked like the discharge chute was clogged with grass. I hooked the hose up to the mower deck and tried to clean out the underside. I removed the hose and hosed out the rear discharge chute. Guess what? There’s a deep, square ‘bowl’ in there that blocks the chute. It looks like there’s a screw holding it in. I googled, and found this:
Remove the internal deflector, if there is one. Some newer Toro models do not have this deflector. To remove it, pull the deflector towards you. This opens up the chute for the grass to flow into the bag.
So it looks like my guess was right. I’ll try to remove the ‘internal deflector’ next time. (I numbered this ‘2’ because I don’t know how to indent in Discourse.)
I sprayed away the mole hills, and set the sprinkler running.
I drove the MGB down to the corner market because I wanted to drive it. Got some imitation crab salad as an excuse. Got some lottery tickets too.
Took out the trash and recycling.
Mrs. L.A. just pulled up. I wonder if she bought some cheese?
I spent 3hrs in the gym, went home via the car wash and supermarket, then we got tidied up and went into town for lunch at the Good Chinese Place. I had only got one thing to do, 'im indoors had a couple of errands so we agreed a time and place to meet. Then there was day drinking. Those of you who are friends with me on the Book of Faces will have seen the evidence of our mini pub crawl. The Posada is a lovely old-style pub in the middle of town, lucky to have a small area at the back to put some plants, benches and an awning to make a secluded little beer garden.
