Not my holy days, though I do enjoy a dark chocolate bunny. I like Passover, but only do it if a gathering of friends is making a seder.
And back from the shopping and sammich run, got a #3 (Ham-n-Cheese) today just to vary my meals, shopping was fine but man the prices… Have added enough calories to make a gym trip likely.
Didn’t realize it was a holiday until I went by the schools and saw no one in the parking lot.
Taters, hope the trash pickup goes as planned tomorrow.
Herald, our city library is open 7 days a week (1-5pm Sundays), but doing 24/7/52 will cost money and these days…hope the semi-Doc visit goes well…
JtC, I think I hated the prep during the week more, the unfreezing/washing/breading and putting on trays for the refrigerator, etc. Deep-frying was merely dropping them in without burning myself (much). Don’t remember the smell all that much. Take care with the Capital protests.
Herald, I was wondering how you got rid of the ‘b’ and ‘t’ until I realized you meant Absurd…brain is not braining that fast on Moanday.
FCM, that’s a memory Tobias may remember to his dying day; that’s quite an adventure for that young man and Big Sis will be insanely jealous until she gets to try it. I’ve started doing something like that (much smaller) at the indoor soccer games I ref, I try to find a 3-5 year old and invite them to carry the ‘game ball’ out to the middle of the court for the start of the game. No objection yet and I think the kids like it. I make sure to thank them and shake their hands before sending them back to their parents.
And sammich has disappeared into my belly, so onward into the afternoon.
I got a late start. I overslept and didn’t get around to Mumping until past noon. Hey, it’s Monday Morning somewhere, right?
I stayed up last night watching curling. USA vs. these guys, those guys, and those other guys. Overcurling, undercurling, and Mr. Completely. Brilliant shots, okay shots, and oops. Oh, and the Daytona 500, won by the guy who slipped through the last lap crash unscathed. Reddick, I think.
Nephew and his wife dropped by for part of the race, but his back was acting up, so they didn’t stay for the whole race.
It’s really warming up in Elkhart. 46 ferrets now, rising to 58 later!
This is Fat Monday for Catholics and other revelers, for they must relent on Wednesday. I was raised Presbyterian, so I never had to learn all those Lent rules. and curious pancake-y customs. Have fun, y’all!
Yay! Road Boat trip!
The last of the hemming is done (for now, until I get more pants at some point). I may be ambitious enough to clean out the fridge this afternoon after I walk Nelson.
huzzah! what a great day for all of you.
Good for you! Now for the hawing!
The drive out to the boondocks was good, and drive back wasn’t bad, at least till we hit the 4:00 traffic jam at the airport. I managed 40.7MPG, thanks to some drafting with some semis(at a sane distance, not NASCAR style). The actual testing/CT, meeting with the PA went well and quick. There was more driving than doctoring. So now it’s pizza, Old Fashioned, and USA/Sweden Women’s hockey. Also, the upstairs neighbor is practicing dribbling their bowling ball.
They were actually dry, but of course there was the usual Beemer weaving at 20mph over the limit, because if Mckayla gets to the Sephra at the mall at 10:15 instead of 10:05 her week is ruined.
I drive like an old man defensively like people are trying to kill me. Because I swear they are.
ARRRRRRRR! Raise the Jolly Roger and go pillaging!
I was never great at it. But then again, if I don’t do some minor sins, Jesus died in vain. 
'Twas a long moanday. I picked up a co-worker from the garage early, he had to get his car fixed, and I’m a nice guy (plus he’s going to pay me back by fetching me from a garage on thorsday). Museum was open today, since it’s school break week, so had to rush opening duties, and the computers all thought it would be a good time to misbehave. The little dirt goblins we call visitors mucked up one of the water exhibits I cleaned on sattidy. So that’s a chore for the morning.
But what about the yeeing?
FCM Glad to hear she is afloat again. Many happy voyages! Very cool that Tobias got to see that.
doggio Gotta love the bowling ball bounce. And I suspect you left out a couple of letters in Mycheayla’s name.
54 and sunny earlier.
Went to the library to pick up free liners they have in bathrooms. I cant afford any and these are large and excellent. Is it wrong if I take more than 1?
Fed Moley. Waiting for my podcast.
Hurray!
It sounds like it was a very exciting time for everyone, I’m so glad you are almost ready to go out for a spin on the water.
It was a varied crowd today. More guns, more cops and a lot of folks have learned that ICE are not good people. This can’t keep up, somethings going to happen and blood will be spilled.
I’m in the process of applying for my passport. I started this process back when the big bill was first proposed and keep hitting snags. Today I learned that it is being held up because I don’t know where my father was born. Dad’s been dead for almost 20 years now and mom has long forgotten. Dad was the youngest, all of his siblings and parents are gone, there is nobody alive now who knows.
Travel restrictions for dissidents is straight out of the Nazi playbook and I know I’m on at least one list, so this isn’t that surprising. Its good that I’m not actually planning on going anywhere.
What’s the fun of being a RDOS if you don’t sleep in once in a while?
I’m going in for my long-awaited Ortho consult tomorrow. It will also be much more driving than doctoring. I expect it will also be more waiting than anything so I’ll be sure my tablet is fully charged.
Back when I was a janitor there came a time when I wanted to do actual physical violence to jerks who looked at a mess someone made and said “Hey, job security, amiright? Harharhar!”
So the heat pump guy came while I was at the capital and declared our heat strips to be dead. Apparently heat pumps don’t come with heat strips, they are an option and sometimes dealers install aftermarket kits instead of the manufacturer’s kit. He said that’s what happened to us, we had an aftermarket kit and they don’t last as long.
He also said that even though our current heat pump is 18 years old, he doesn’t recommend replacement. He said the ones being made now are not as good as they should be and break a lot. Making the choice between full replacement at 20G and ordering a 500 dollar part was pretty simple!
Another thing we learned is that heat pumps don’t need the emergency strips to work, but when they need to defrost they will blow cold air through the vents and the unit will heat slower when turned up in the mornings.
So, we have heat again and the emergency heat strips should be here on Thursday.
Howdy Y’all! Been home a bit from men’s night. We had a good crowd on hand. Two new folks there tonight and we said goodbye to one guy who is movin’ to be closer to his daughter and grandson. He will be missed, but glad his wife and he will be closer to family. They lost their son last year, so I am sure they will be happier to be closer to their daughter. Da fridges in the church kitchen are full of stuff for tomorrow night. I will be the bacon and snausages chef and OYKW will assist with servin’.
I shall now see whatup on teh intartoobz and plan to betake myself to bed shortly cause I’s tahrd.
I vicariously enjoy your “intertoobin”. Watch an episode of House M.D. for me.
Happy Presidents Day! I liked it better when it was Washington’s Birthday. Mom used to serve us cherry pie for dessert. There’s no President’s Day dessert. Besides, I don’t want to honor James Polk and Andrew Johnson or He Who Shall Not Be Named.
I used to love Ash Wednesday because when you’re a kid bored to death by the monotony of (parochial) school, getting to leave the routine behind and get ashes smooshed onto your forehead was a welcome break, plus the smudge let everyone know you were Catholic, which was silly because all the other kids in school had smudges, too.
You’d think we would’ve been depressed by the intonation, “Remember, man, thou art made from dust, and to dust thou shall return,” but when you’re a kid, both dust stages seem impossibly far off.
Charlie Dog and I had a somewhat upsetting experience Saturday. I walked him through the woods so he could give his sniffer a workout and then to the playground, as he loves human puppies. He loves other dogs, too, but we give them a wide berth because not all of them love him. He was straining toward a poodle whose owner said, “She’s friendly,” so I let him go to her, and about 2 seconds later, she snarled and snapped at his neck. I rushed him away and checked him out thoroughly. He was fine, but clearly upset, so he got lots of snuggles and extra treats.
The treats I buy are heart-shaped, but on Saturday I pretended they were special Valentine’s treats. I tried to take a photo to send to his person. Here’s the first attempt, and here’s the result.
My daughter is doing well, considering. She’s building onto her support network by making even more friends. They did a Galentine’s Day celebration. She’s arriving here on 3/3, ostensibly to help me through the very minor surgery, but I think also because she wants her mama. I’m sure he’s not going to be surprised when she tells him the divorce plans. The financial part is the sticky bit.
Does that mean you’ll come out of the closet again?
FCM, is a pet door a possibility? When I had dogs, I swear my most frequent utterance was, “AGAIN?”
Tobias sure had a lot of excitement! He’ll remember this golden day all his life.
I assume you only hunted in season. Otherwise, they‘d have been poached eggs.
I wish I’d thought of this when I was a kid. And this:
Cats must think of ladders as the human equivalent of cat trees. Then again, everything is a cat tree to a cat.
Is that what you kids are calling it these days?
That’s always been MY plan. I want to go out clean and smelling Meadow Fresh.
We had macaroni and cheese and fish sticks on Fridays, which was no hardship, as I liked ‘em both. In summer, we had tuna salad. One Friday my brother stayed up past midnight so he could have the bologna sandwich he was craving.
Giving up the gym for Lent would probably drive you bonkers.
Giving up caffeine must be REALLY hard for a coffee drinker. Do you get headaches the first few days?
Taters, I’m glad the trash collectors will pick up the bag with no charge.
Evening all. Gym has been sweated in and Freddy’s Steakburgers have provided the evening repast. Scale shows I gained another 0.6lbs (204.2lbs now), mostly because of pretty conspicious consumption over the weekend. I also am going to try and not drink anything more past 8pm, it seems if I have a lot to drink later than 7-8pm I have to go much more often the next day, so will try to resist that and see if it makes a difference. Weather was great and should get close to 70F tomorrow.
And now it’s Heinz (catch-up) time…
Knots, I try to watch Olympic coverage while exercising (most of the treadmills and bikes have built-in TVs) and had my first experience watching 1-person bobsledding, which looked rather cool. Missed the 500, but saw the clip of the last-lap insanity, which is becoming something of a trademark in Daytona.
Nicely done. Thanks for the grin.
doggio, that’s some impressive MPG, I’m doing a bit better than 30mpg with my hybrid, but the great majority of it is stop-n-go city driving, so even 30mpg is pretty good.
VanGo, yeah, museums would be so cool if it wasn’t for all the visitors…
Coppertone, if your going to put the liners to good use, then a couple won’t hurt.
JtC, I’ve had a passport since I started working for the DoD in Foreign Military Sales because you know, foreign. My current one is good till 2032 and if I’m still in a traveling mood when I’m 79 year old, I’ll renew it. Hope I don’t run into the problems you are having. I think I know where my dad was born but I couldn’t swear to it. And glad the heat pump issue is not a bank account-breaker.
nellie, I can dimly remember the ritual and the smudge too. I always liked the Stations of the Cross, albeit I got tired of it around the eight or ninth station…
Or I’d need to get another new set of jeans to wear…
And that’s all for now. About 3 more hours without fluid…well, maybe one Pepsi Zero…
There will be a regime change by then. I let my passport expire because we were poor working stiffs who couldn’t afford to take off more than a week at a time and usually had didn’t have the money to go anywhere out of country when we had the PTO.
Its been longer than ten years hence the need for a new one, I think I might have had an easier time if I was just renewing. Or not. Hegseth has said many times that he will be targeting people like me, not like you.
How do you feel about water? It might flush through your system faster than a bottle of chemicals. I couldn’t last three hours without drinking anything either.
That sounds like a good plan no matter how you go!
I’ll bet Charlie’s human loved the pic you sent. I know she would recognize that fuzzy snout no matter how it was framed 
I do miss the church breakfasts of my youth. Sometimes I’d be serving and sometimes I’d be eating, but I always had fun and ate well.
Hubs has decided to come with me tomorrow, so we will do other things as well and end up at by a decent Mexican place so will have a late lunch there. Our cat sitter was very happy to get my text so I expect we will find her on the loveseat with the fuzzbutts when we get home.
We don’t pay her to hang around and not help her mom clean their house, she gets paid 20 bucks a meal and that is it. We are paying her for about ten minutes of minor effort, if she wants to spend 4 hours using our interwebs or watching TV that is her choice, it isn’t required.
I just got off the phone with Mom. She opened her cedar chest and realized that it had become her dumping ground for all of her “special” pictures and cards and documents. It will take her the rest of her life just to get everything sorted, the chances of finding Dad’s birth certificate aren’t great and there are no guarantees that it is even there.
I’m sorry I called her, now she’s going to be upset and wanting to find it for me, but she will forget what she is looking for and why it is important and then get even more upset because she can’t remember things anymore. Time was I could distract her by asking for a specific pattern, but she doesn’t have them anymore 
Was there an obituary that might have included it?
FCM , is a pet door a possibility?
Ms Peach is scared of the doggie door. It makes flappy noises.
That it truly a doggio worthy pun.
JtC Very sorry that the search for dad’s origins has turned into a whole thing. It seems ridiculous to me that someone of your age (no offense), who has had a passport in the past, and life in this country needs to find such documentation to get papers.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off toheave.
No, the game warden showed up and I had to scramble out of there.
Glad Charlie Dog wasn’t physically hurt.
I did it once. I lost hearing in my left eye.
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Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 1c/35f with a predicted high of 4c/40f and partly cloudy. Weather app says “This fucking cold day and I are in a fight. I fucking want my Joni Mitchell t-shirt back.”
Good plan, celebrate all the fun stuff and ignore the rest!
I hope they manage to do it this time. One of our biggest local bugbears is missed bins. The council has a section of website devoted to what to do if your bin doesn’t get emptied. Leaving out extra bags isn’t allowed here though, unless specifically directed by the council but that agreement doesn’t always reach the dustcart so the binmen will empty the bin but leave the bag behind. If they’re feeling generous, they’ll empty the bin and then put the other bag in the bin for you.
Poor George will not enjoy the experience, and Jolene will have to do twice as much tarting? Muffin got over the shock eventually, she spent most of the evening on her fleece in front of the books. She had managed to get back to her usual bed by this morning though.
Yes, it still happens. They are always senior citizens/pensioners nominated by their local Anglican dioceses for service to their church and community. The number of recipients matches the age of the monarch so this year there will be 77 people. They each receive two leather purses containing specially minted silver Maundy coins (white purse) and a £5 coin and 50p coin (red purse).
Congrats on getting the boat back in the water - I bet he had lots to tell Roxy when he got back. Was she jealous?
It must be something special for her, neither she nor her sister show any interest in the cat trees or hammock beds that we’ve bought for them. More expensive stuff to waste! I took the hammock apart and left the faux sheepskin sling on the floor in front of the radiator. It took about 5 minutes before there was a cat snoozing on it.
Today is a meeting-heavy day for me and it means being on campus on an unscheduled day too. That means I’ll spend the rest of the week not really knowing what day it is! Yesterday evening was a busy one, I logged out of work and went to make campus food for a couple of days. Then I had a bit of sofa time with Blossom before I went to the gym for Amani’s “Cycle Revolution” class. It’s a Spin class but he decided to give it a fancy name.
I got home and collected up all the recycling for the collection today, then hauled the biiiiig bin out to the kerb. I left before the dustcart came round this morning but still managed to add a couple of bits to it. The commute was not too bad since it’s half-term and the schoolkids are off this week. Peace and quiet on the local services for a change.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 44 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 71 and sunny. It’s laundry day. Be still my heart. It’s also Shrove Tuesday so we will shove pancakes, bacon, and snausages down our throats this evenin’. First, however it all needs to be cooked and served. The pancake makers are a husband and wife team who do a fantastic job. The pancakes are always so light and fluffy. We’ll go over around four to get things goin’. The feast starts at five-thirty. In between the laundry and pancakes, some RDOS sloth will ensue.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, laundry awaits! Rah.
Happy Tuesday/Shrove Tuesday/Mardi Gras/Whatever else one might call it Y’all!