Mornin’ all. Grayish out about 2 hours post-sunrise right now as I start this mongo missive. Presently 71/22 on the way to 80/26. Radar says it’s not raining anywhere, but it sure looks like drizzle in the distance to me.
Excellent response. And excellent outcome. It amazes me the number of people who refuse professional examination or treatment for something that clearly just might be a sign of a life-altering problem. Good to know another guy (and it’s usually a guy) who’s not like that.
I wonder how much that’s true for somebody with multiple recent suicide attempts? And who’s developmentally disabled from the git go? Whether suicide ought to be a taboo or a basic human right is a different topic, but as long as our country and laws are squeamish about it, the old “clear and present danger to self or others” ought to kick in.
In any case, I hope BIL can get what’s best for him, whatever that may be.
Why’d he lose patience? Store jammed w crazed shoppers, bad knees? What am I missing here?
Never had the aphasia, but for me that washed-out feeling varies from “not much” to “my day is done; where’s my recliner?” But the scotomas themselves are fun to watch while they last.
They have no right to double or triple your workload. The sooner they are gone the sooner your life improves. Useless workers are actually worse than useless. Not only do they not deliver on their tasks, they often actively interfere with the rest of the folks trying to work. Screw that noise. You owe it to yourself to assist them out of your life in any way possible.
It’s like doggio said. He is wise in the ways of the world; listen to his sage advice:
My guess was they are starting to train up temps for the holiday rush. I encounter drivers with carts of parcels nearly daily in my building. I always say “Hi” and ask how their day is going. “Crazy overloaded” seems to be the consensus.
Her Ladyship’s sorority alumnae club does a gift exchange every now and then. About a month ago UPS brought us a package from a woman in Albuquerque. A roughly one foot cube that was sodden on the bottom with … something dark brown. Open it up and it was some southwestern-themed tchotchkes, a big bottle of diced Hatch green chili salsa, and what had been a bottle of ranchera sauce which was now all over everything else. The glass wasn’t broken; the lid had simply come unscrewed. How the heck does that happen?
A goopy mess, but most of the tchotchkes cleaned up fine and the Hatch sauce is great. Can recommend: 505SW Hatch Valley Roasted Green Chile
Hoarding assets is wise. Holding them as cash is dumb. With some money markets earning 4+%, and 1 year CDs earning 5% and change, you don’t need to be sitting there watching the money do nothing in a savings account.
I have never been a fan of paying down a mortgage unless the rate is several percent higher than I can earn on investments. Because of the lack of flexibility. You can always pull money out of a money market fund, or even turn in a CD early and only lose some of the earnings. But you can’t pull money back out of a mortgage.
IMO the 1 or 2% difference between your current mortgage rate and currently available safe investments is too small to stress over. If you’re able to deduct your mortgage interest from your income taxes, the difference is even smaller. Better to invest that money.
Also IMO, if you ever do have a mortgage whose rate is a bunch higher (>5%?) than you could get on reasonable investments, the correct fix for that is to refinance the crappy loan, not throw even more money at it. YMMV, but that’s how I play this game.
How does “not at all” strike you? Give it a day. And ice it!
Wow, we save the best for last!!!
Fantastic news. I’m very happy for you. That was some scary shit that’s now 99% behind you.
A year-ish ago my dermatologist removed a ~1cm patch of skin cancer on the upper rear of my head where the thinning hair is. Scalps not having a lot of slack, that resulted in a 4" long narrow gash and stitches across the area. They did not clean up much of the blood afterwards. Once I could take the dressing off I had Her Ladyship take a picture of the matted bloody mess. I sent that picture with no explanation to several friends & got quite the variety of responses.
Including “Who broke a beer bottle over your head?” My response: “Nope, I just stood too close to a dermatologist. Again.”
As to me:
Yesterday was a great day.
The golf lesson went well although we started late & finished later. The instructor was 45 minutes late and felt guilty, so I got more like an hour of his time for the half-hour price. Anyhow, I bought the used gear we selected last time and his lesson package; we’ll reconvene on Monday morning for session #2. Meanwhile I’m supposed to practice some.
Drove a bit farther afield to get a nice Italian lunch and let my body recover a bit. By coincidence a golf tournament was on one of the TVs and I got to watch lots of examples of perfect posture & mechanics delivering nearly perfect driving and ironing. Suddenly it was interesting, not Boooor-ing!!1! Not the game or the competition or the putting; just the long-distance ball-whacking.
Once fortified I stopped at a golf store on the way home to use their sim for another half hour. If the goal of the game is to use a 6-iron, and only a 6-iron, to top balls about 30 yards, I’ve pretty well got this thing nailed. 
Got the car washed & got home shortly before Her Ladyship returned from her weekly library duty. In the evening we went to the outdoor geezer disco for dinner & dance.
In a fun coincidence as we’re walking up to the hostess station we see the back side of a man who’s almost certainly a neighbor from my old condo plus two women I don’t recognize. If this is the right guy, his wife had died about 18 months ago after a long and horrible trip through Parkinson’s. He was a saint throughout their joint ordeal. An experience I can relate to all too well. We used to help each other out and help each other cope. He’s about age 78 now.
Anyhow this was in fact him, he’s recently found a girlfriend who’s a real sparkplug, and she’d reserved a table for 6 and had a couple cancel on them. So would we join them; it’s right up front at the stage? Sure! So we ate, drank, danced, and socialled for about 4 hours. A good crowd, easily 700 people. Finished the night helping a very dapperly dressed blind black dude walk to the waiting handicapped bus. He’d settled where they couldn’t find him and of course he couldn’t find them. 5 minutes later he was on his way.
Before going last night out I’d entertained ideas of getting up early-ish to go top some more balls at an outdoor driving range while Her Ladyship was still abed.
Once up this morning a bit later than ideal for an early bird, but after also not quite enough sleep I find that lots of body parts are in no mood to bend that way. Or any way really. Between dancin’ two long sets of disco and golfin’ twice, lotta my movin’ parts jus’ don’ wanna.
So instead I’m caffinatin’ w y’all and I’ll re-evaluate this whole movin’ idea as the day wears on. Hint, hint there dear FCM. 
Happy weekend to one and all. And more Hoorays! for Yanker!!
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-ed people pushing 2 cartloads of whatever, crushing unseen pets & toddlers along the way.