I have to do that from time to time, since we get trash and recycling picked up bi-weekly. Sometimes I forget if it’s pick-up week or not. We can’t look it up online, so I have them send me the schedule. Also, I look at quantity. One bag of trash and not a lot of recycling? Off week. Two bags of trash and a lot of recycling? On week.
Happy Sunday!
Happy Father’s Day!
It is a beautiful day, warm, N.O.S., slight breeze.
It’s been a slothful day, lots of falling asleep in the chair for me.
I try to spend time outdoors with the GR too. The more time they spend outdoors, the more they romp and play and wear themselves out.
I like birch beer Swampy. That and sarsaparilla, which I think is banned, are hard to find nowadays.
What holiday is tomorrow?
You’d think growing up where I did, I would know a lot about boats.
There was a question on Jeopardy once (or maybe Win Ben Stein’s Money). What County in the US has the most waterfront property? Anne Arundel County, MD.
I know next to nothing about boats.
I agree that SIL can be confusing.
I don’t like meds that mess with my head. The Tramadol makes me sleepy and a little dizzy, but it wears off after a bit.
I’m tired and coming up on my bedtime.
Im impressed that anyone gets any relief from Tramadol. After surgery, I gave up and just took lorazepam instead.
Burgage ingested.
I had a lovely bowl of Trader Joe’s ravioli wi4h ricotta and lemon zest filling, topped with lemon-olive oil and followed by a bowl of blueberry-lemon sorbet.
When your 2 year old boy cat leaves his toys lying around like a 2 year old boy human, you might as well celebrate Father’s Day. He grunts like a boy, too.
Doing poke loin with sweet **N.O.T.**s and a salad. And a Wisconsin Old Fashioned.
Happy Father’s Day to all who celebrate.
The piece Mom and I are working on now comes with a map and pretty good directions. I’ve been helping her as I can.
Mom is the one who taught me to do counted work all those many years ago. She paid the designer over a hundred bucks to trace the map on the canvas and still managed to do a large square in the wrong place.
My heart hurts.
Howdy all. Fairly dull afternoon, called brother to wish him a happy Father’s Day and chatted for a bit, then went to watch the Huntsville FC (it’s a ‘minor league’ soccer team for clubs in the Major Soccer League that sponser them). They won 2-0 over Miami II in front of about 4,900 fans, which for N.Ali-bama isn’t bad at all. Got home in time to see the last hole of the US Open and have the USA_Canada Nations Championship soccer game on (In Spanish, can’t find it in English). All in all not a bad slothful Sunday.
Have read all but too tired to respond, so will try to do better on the next MMP, where I will see y’all. Take care now.
The green crabs or the new dangled lithium battery replacement?
Either.
I was a grip on The A-Train (1997). I drew the sailboat on the chalkboard that appeared in the titles. I’ve submitted an edit to IMDb to include me in the credits.
The story is about a young girl who grew up in New York, but her family moved back to Greece. She dreams of going back to the only home she knew, and builds a boat (called The A-Train) to sail from Greece back to New York City. [spoiler] She is eventually convinced that she belongs with her family in Greece.
Fathers Day
I thought I would make a great dad. I think I’m somewhat intelligent, and I think I have some good genes. I think I have a lot of knowledge, and I think I’d have a lot to teach. Alas, it is not to be. I’m too old for offspring. Even if I weren’t, I think my post-menopausal wife is not – and has not – been fertile. So I am the last of my line.
Yes, I’ve had a few drinks.
My mother’s line ends with a tidy set of women. In the generation above her, 2 of 5 reproduced (one died young); in her generation, she was 1 of 4; my sister and I are the only people in our generation on that side and neither of us have had chidren.
I gotta remember this line!
Uh … what’s the holiday? I already rolled my bin out, but I’m curious if I shouldn’t bring it back tomorrow.
Man. We were slammed today. That was a rough close, and worse, my manager confided that she came up waaaay short (to the tune of about two hundred bucks 
) and isn’t sure where it went or how such a large error could have happened.
Anyhoodle whackadoodle, imma chill with The Monkeyshines and smoke a goddamn bowl.
I wouldn’t mind a shower, but I don’t know if I can stand up that much longer.
One of the perks of living alone: nobody cares if you come to bed a bit stinky.
When three strangers visit you and tell you that your line will continue, that your wife will have a son, let us know. The story of Abraham was the OT lesson in church this past Sunday.