I’m supposed to be getting things done, like make chili (finally) and getting out the Christmas decorations, but there is a cat in my lap, so MMP it is.
Yesterday was St. Cecelia’s feast day. She’s the patron saint of music, so big service at the cathedral. Importantly, double call at the cathedral so twice the money. Yay. Then we went to see the play at my wife’s high school (she’s a teacher not a student you perverts).
Church this morning and now cat.
Been busy this week at that work thingie so haven’t looked in.
Finally got my flag staff up on the corner window frame (it’s one of those angled ones that can be adjusted to fit your wall and overhang). I think I had that on my to-do list here on the MMP a couple of weeks ago. 
It’s got a spin feature, so the flag won’t get tangled, and can be adjusted to the size of the flag, which my last one did not have; one size only. (Broke in a windstorm; not particularly good quality.)
Now sitting on the front steps with a Kilkenny, to relax after the exhaustive process of drilling four screws into the window frame and attaching it. Will probably put my St Andrew’s cross up for November 30. 
Weather is unusual; shirtsleeves and a beer on the steps in late November; 4 Celsius. May be my last outdoor libation until sometime in the spring. Our summer was chilly, our autumn has been quite warm.
Working on a brief that has a great deal of historical material. Looks like I may get to cite an appeal decision of the Judicial Committee of the Privy Council, on appeal from Sierra Leone, which is a first for me. Will be working on it all next week, for a hearing in January.
Can tell it’s late fall by all the geese honking. We’re on one of the four North American migration flyways, and get a tremendous number of geese in the spring, who breed, produce more geese, and then reluctantly leave for the south about this time of year. They fly around for a while here, in V-formation, I guess to get the newbies trained up a bit. Probably will all be gone by the end of the month.
I understand they are attracted to golf courses in the southern United States: green grass, water hazards, just perfect! Yerr welcome, Dopers in Florida, Ali-bama, and Texas!
I did the usual cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, and hauling the half bad of trash to the Big Bin. I also watched hockey, 2min of handegg, and a bunch of my YouTube videos. Having a Wisconsin Old Fashioned and poke loin with sweet **N.O.T. . Spot has been alternating being cat and mysterious and ultra clingy.
use the tag in the corner as a reference(also works for the fitted sheet). But the Sharpie is Grade A thinking, too.
Shouldn’t he have put the non skid on after the clear coat?
Ours have obtained Permanent Resident status. We have a flock that lives in the employee lot at work.
Hope the pups and the Hub both feel better, Taters.
Unfortunately, this isn’t reliable - a least not with the sheets I have, specifically with the ones I just put on.
The nonskid is mixed in the clearcoat. We did a test sample and put another coat of clear over the nonskid coat, and it’s good - just a tad shinier but still textured.
The smoked turkey came out beeyooteeful! Pic in FB. I’ve gotten ahead of my schedule and carved it up already. I have the portion for Thanksgiving in a container, and the rest is bagged - tomorrow I’ll divide it and vacu-bag several meals worth. But the rest of tonight is for chillage.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated and had stoner food for lunch. The new acolytes are doin’ me proud! Very few prompts needed this mornin’. Gettin’ to light and extinguish candles is a highly prized duty with this group. Other verger and I are keepin’ a schedule to make sure everyone gets a turn lest we find ourselves in the midst of a mutiny. The afternoon was devoted to nappage and day drinkin’. Also, the biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow.
Thus is the news from swampland.
There probably is. It will be a small (quarter inch tall by half an inch wide) tag sewn into the elastic on the top or bottom. You have to run the entire elastic band through your hands to be able to find it, but it is there.
I find it once and use the sharpie solution.
Arizona too. I used to park where I could see the pond at a popular golf course just to watch the geese “interact” with the golfers. It was very entertaining at times. Geese can outrun/fly golf carts.
Hubs calls them cobra chickens and absolutely freaked out over me petting some last week. Geese like me, I have cashews. They don’t like him, he kicked one as a child and they told all of their kin about it over the years.
I hope it all went well.
Sounds like life is good in your home 
That’s some good lookin’ wood!
Today I took James to the state capital with me. He’s a very angry retired math teacher. There was also a very angry nurse in full white uniform including hat. (It didn’t look like she bought it new this week, it looked like she pulled it out of the back of her closet where it was hiding behind her scrubs.)
James knows my “Angel” and was able to give me some suggestions about gifts.
I wouldn’t have thought about it, but he said sauces are valued. The food is standard nursing home fare,overcooked with no spices or salt and they don’t have things like ketchup or mustard available without asking and then having to wait for someone to bring one measly plastic packet.
I guess if I’m going to gift wrap a bottle of ketchup, I’ll make sure its name brand stuff!
Nope, not even then. I’ll have drinks and nibbles out on a table in a different room so nobody has to get to the fridge and I have a plan for the dishwasher. If someone else starts loading it, they won’t make room for the big pot I’ve used for boiling potatoes so just go away unless you have weed. Then you can stand in the door and hold the pipe and lighter until I have free hands.
That’s really all any of us can do.
I’ve been watching Mom’s moonshine move through the mail and it should be there in time for her to enjoy after getting her stitches out.
Speaking of which, Here’s the one trick the USPS doesn’t want you to know. If you are shipping something small but heavy, check the UPS webpage for an estimate. When you have a number (15.10 in my case) take your package to the post office.
If the clerk weighs it and says “32.75” ask for it back because UPS will ship it cheaper. Suddenly the clerk will get a brainstorm “Oh, wait, I’ll bet if we did this and that, we could get it there in the same amount of time for 12.00.”
I absolutely love this! What a great idea. I’ve got my nursing cap all frilly with its velvet ribbon somewhere way back in one of four closets, I think-I can always buy a stock one nearby if needed. Nebraska State Capitol, here’s comes one pissed one night nurse with a cane!
Two click rule, know that what I’m going to say now will be extremely offensive to some people.
I hope the last words he hears is his nurse whispering “Shut up Piggy” as she shoots his morphine on the floor.
And time to conclude my week’s contributions (such as they are) and prepare for Slumberland. Have done nothing of consequence except add back most of the calories I exercised off, but if I break even I’m a happy camper. Tried to do some hotel booking for April but the system didn’t let me, so will try again tomorrow. 52F outside but the house is nice and comfy even with limited HVAC actions and the room heater is having a 72-hour vacation. How long this will last is not known, but rain is due Tuesday and that should cool things down.
FCM, I only put the fitted sheets on my bed (the comforter takes care of the rest) and so far I have been successful, but sometimes by trial and error (many, many error). And those boat accessories look like they are coming along fine.
Cookie, could be an interesting meeting tomorrow…let us know how well the facilities manager can grovel…
Pavo, double paydays are always nice.
swampy, glad the acolytes are performing well.
Piper, a beer and a brief; hope one does not influence the other…and our geese seem, like doggio’s, to have taken up permanent residence here.
What about the half good of trash?
And I think I will watch some more tackleball and then get down to serious sleepage. Take care all and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
I bought a pound of fajitas from a carniceria when I went to get my hair cut a few days ago. I made them for dinner tonight, with sour cream, shredded cheese, mashed avocado w/garlic powder, and (for me) Tapatio, on low-carb tortillas. It was good.
We’ve been chilling’, watching Death In Paradise. Mrs. L.A. has just gone to bed (at 19:30). She’ll read, and perhaps play with Findus.
I applied for a position with one of our members on Saturday. I emailed my contact at our Portland affiliate to ask her to let them know I did. I’m not sure if she knows I’m getting the chop.
Amen, sister.
I had a fun afternoon of talking apart a set for the school dept. Took me about 2 hours, but I’m claiming union rates of a 4 hour minimum. And I made sure the director of the department heard me saying that having 3 shows on one weekend was “crazypants.” I’m an as needed build stuff guy for the school department, so if she gets pissed at me I couldn’t give a shit. I hope she learns a lesson, you can’t have 3 shows in 3 different spaces with the staff to run 1.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
I accidentally spilled the jar of cheap cherries earlier, and now my kitchen looks like a crime scene.
Mine is only 3.5 hours. Not that’s had that little in a very long time.
She has spoken, NYAH!