Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. The usual cleaning, followed by afternoon sloth. It’s my fourth anniversary of being at Brown. And nothing makes you feel more warm and fuzzy than a generic congrats email from the Do Not Reply email address.
Spot wishes to know when Inferior Primate Servant Day is.
Awwww, some bot somewhere read a database! How touching!! 
Just finished cleaning the dining room carpet, and it’s not even 8AM yet! I guess there’s an advantage to waking stoopit early. I have a tower fan oscillating in the doorway in the hopes that it will dry today. I also sprayed and cleaned the two spots in the family room. And I emptied and started refilling the dishwasher. Go me!
I think it’s time for a cool beverage and some butt-in-recliner for a while.
Good morning.
It’s cloudy and 49F at the moment. Our expected high temperature is 64F with some afternoon showers. The big thunderboomer/lightning show never happened yesterday. I heard a few rumbles of thunder here and there, and we did experience some torrential downpours, but that was pretty much the extent of the wild and crazy weather. It did snow some up in the mountains, but nothing extreme.
The pups are mostly clear of their infections. When we took them in for their initial appointment, Buster had yeast in his ears, and Maise had both a yeast and a bacterial infection. The swab they took yesterday didn’t show enough to warrant another round of antibiotics, but we do have Maisie on a round of prednisone because she keeps rubbing at her left ear. We’ll see how that goes.
Yesterday morning, I ran to Mud Bay to pick up another bag of food and then down to Wally World. I go there maybe once a year, but I figured they would have the extra large frying pan I needed, and they had exactly one of those. It didn’t come with a lid, but I could fashion a lid with something else. While there, I picked up a tarp and some other odds and ends, and then I returned home. I also stopped to fuel up the Jeep, so I don’t have to worry about it tomorrow morning when I drive to Yakima.
My son arrived yesterday afternoon, and he and I took the dogs to the vet. My son experienced all the “joy” of trying to load two nearly seventy-pound dogs into the Jeep while they were squirming.
Yesterday, the grandkids arrived with a wonderful Father’s Day gift. My husband was nearly in tears; he loved it so much.
I need to finish my coffee and then load up the dishwasher. Today, I’m making fried chicken at my husband’s request. I haven’t made it in years. I’m still deciding between “regular” fried chicken and Maryland-style. Either way, there is a demand for creamy gravy and mashed potatoes to accompany the chicken.
Sticky Buns, I’m sorry about the fallout from the conversation. I hope everything works out for everyone.
Flyboy, having running poo for three weeks is extreme. She should see a doc!
Alrighty, it’s time for some more coffee. Then onward with the day. Plus, it’s also breakfast time for the puppies.
Mornin’ all. About 8am as I start driveling here an hour after wake-up. A bit like yesterday the day dawned cloudy and warm and I’m balconatin’ and caffinatin’ to beat the band. No shirt and some shorts are plenty of clothing for what NWS is labeling 81/27 on the way to 89/32 with a light breeze.
No especial plans for today at all.
That sentence can be misinterpreted so many ways. Sorry to hear she’s been suffering. You’d think a medical person would be treating that by now. Sustained intestinal distress is no fun and maybe worrisome. Your dinner however sounds wonderful.
I’ve been trying but lately our joint scheduling has been a challenge. But if anyone could ever get me caught up on sex, it’s her. Rowwwr!!!1!
That is such a weird habit. His, not yours. I’m like you. The main risk of loss isn’t burglars; it’s you losing track of where it is and throwing it away unnoticed. And doubly so if you’re old enough to be forgetful.
Although even young folks forget stuff that’s out of sight out of mind. The carefully hidden stash you dig into and later replenish every couple weeks for grocery money won’t be forgotten. But that rainy day fund under the bottom kitchen drawer on the far left you put there 5 years ago when you were 30 and mentioned it in passing to spousal unit at the time? Good bet nobody remembers that. Oops.
Thank goodness for that. As difficult / distasteful as it may be, you have a chance here to curate who his IRL friends are. Gonna be hard to find non-Disciples of Faux, but it can be done. Good luck w that.
I’d guess we’re past the FWB stage and thinking more BF/GF. And she more than me.
The central issue is that her schedule puts a hard limit on our time together, so the calendar goes by quickly while the relationship matures slowly. And that schedule and other life factors prevents us ever getting much past casual BF/GF. There’s a disconnect in that I fill her entire BF square while she can only fill maybe 1/3rd to 1/4th of my GF square. Like my pilot pal, that’s inherent in our respective life situations, is not going away, and will eventually become a touchy or even disastrous subject notwithstanding her current crisis.
But as to right now she’s been plenty happy about my emotional support for her daily grind and her worries about her Mom’s health.
Without laying her drama out in public, this isn’t a sudden death in the immediate family, but it’s a similar level of shock and pain. Given the emotional drain of everything else, there’s not a lot of coping energy left. I’d hate to lose her into a depressive spiral, or even to just a “no time for you right now; let’s pause this 6 months and I’ll get back to you” hiatus. But at least partially my view is: it’s not my circus nor monkeys and I lack the magic wand to fix it even if I had the inclination.
So let it be written; so let it be done. But not today since I didn’t get bacon yesterday. But it’s now on The List.
I’m struggling to say something appropriately sympathetic that doesn’t sound painfully trite or glib. You are a fine person embedded in an awful situation. Or actually several different but mutually reinforcing awful situations. My superpower seems to be offering inappropriate advice in situations I don’t understand. So I’ll keep that one in its storage box today.
Good luck and know we’re all sending positive thoughts your way. Big squeezy {{{hugs}}}.
I’m not sure my place could withstand that much concentrated cleaning energy in such a small space even if FCM was willing to show up.
By the time that white tornado (remember those ads?) settled into the lounge chair the wallboard would have been stripped off the studs and the floor tiles scraped from their moorings. 
That’s definitely part of it. I wasn’t wanting to get in the middle, or even be seen around the periphery; far from it. But if she wanted a time or place of respite for herself, be that for an hour or a weekend, I was offering. Too soon she says. Ok.
Between you and metalmouse I am officially in total awe. And officially a useless couch potato by your amazing standards.
Yes indeed!!
It’s interesting to me how much Father’s Day and Mother’s Day have morphed into Adult Male Day and Adult Female Day. At least for some people. Famously HL hewed to the highly restricted definition of honoring your gender-appropriate parent and receiving honors from your own children while utterly ignoring your extended family and the rest of humanity. Whereas I have always used the most liberal definition and would issue well-wishes and greetings to every seemingly gender appropriate person I met on the day.
So happy Adult Male Day to all qualifying folks everywhere! Cheers!
Quite. “Our computer wishes to inform you of its sincere concerns for some lowly meat-being’s emotional comfort upon the completion of another chaotic orbit around the Brown center of your meagre life.”
Back in USAF one of my few-years-older friends was decidedly not cut from military cloth despite having graduated from the Academy. Much more of a cultural subversive than an Establishment Man.
One year he sent out custom-made Christmas cards. The printed inscription inside was “Have a Military Christmas and a Professional New Year!” “Professionalism” then being one of USAF’s exhortatory management buzzwords.
Most people enjoyed the jokey sentiment, but a couple of the bigwigs Were. Not. Amused.
Awww. It’s both touching and reassuring to read of family who aren’t in crisis or conflict. Thanks for that. I hope you all had / will have a wonderful day.
Care to explain the difference? Sure, I could Google but I’m also curious about your personal take on it.
There happens to be a different scruffy chicken joint maybe 5 miles away that I very occasionally drove past over the years. With big signs advertising “Maryland style fried chicken.” I was always curious, but never happened by at the right time of day to test it out. The fact they always looked closed, bordering on out of business, didn’t help.
Some searching just now tells me in fact it’s their name: Maryland Fried Chicken. Now I gotta go try it since their website is a charming thing from about 1998 with nearly zero useful info on it beside their hours and the fact they sell cooked chicken. But not today; they’re closed. Sigh.
Good to hear the puppers are recovering nicely.
As to me:
An hour has been duly driveled away so now it’s past time for shevel and feed or feed and shevel. Decisions, decisions.
Cheers all!!
She’s a nurse. I’m not allowed to make medical suggestions.
Rollsuckage has been accomplished, Including moving all 3 recliners and cleaning under them. Which leads to a question: why would one buy a recliner if one does not like to recline or raise one’s foot rest? Surely there are comfy non-reclining chairs to be had for less cost. A puzzlement.
Having tidied so much so early, I am officially beat! I may actually indulge in some nappage, assuming I can, in fact, fall asleep. To be determined.
Off to church. Going to see if anyone has a pair of size 12 light colored cotton pants I can wear this week.
Well, given your current location, you are out of his reach. 
Hugs to you sticky buns. I hope that you get things figured out soon.
They had an actual book rack in the loo?
Happy father’s day to the Mumper dad’s out there!
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and dinner in the crock. I need to call Dad in a little while.
Tomorrow, I need to call the vet for Nelson. He has some bug bites on his hiney that he’s digging at, he’s been clingy for a week and he has his days and nights turned around, poor baby (and poor mama, given that he wakes me up with his middle of the night zoomies). I hope that it’s nothing serious. I’ll bathe him today with the itchy skin stuff and see if that helps.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Happy Father’s Day!!!
Still have about 55 posts to go until caught up but thought I would get these thoughts posted.
I’m in the midwest and believe me, we, in the Mitten state, do not call bell peppers Mangoes. My maternal grandfather was a farmer and nope, bell peppers are bell peppers. Reading this thread is the first time I have ever run across that.
But I will tell you that I had an out of this world Mango Flambe in Piedras Negras when I was working for E&E on a client in Eagle Pass.
WHAT?!???! I prefer to listen to classic rock and jazz. If I ever go into the home, I’m taking Hubs huge collection of rock and roll along with a turntable and speakers and will be blasting that.
metalmouse this may come too late for you but have you ever been to Oak Ridge and the facility/museum of where the A-bomb was developed. We were there 30 yrs ago and it was very interesting/educational to see.
Sheveled, used the hot rollers, lectored, made scrambled eggs for Hubs & self. His had chili, tomatoe slices & cheese on top; mine had green onions, yellow bell peppers, chopped ham inside with tomato slices and cheese on top.
Have been watching the US Open for the past 3 days with today being the final round. Also watched the US Olympic swim trials last night and will watch again tonight. Also filtering water.
Dinner with be cheeseburgers, baked beans, asparagus and dutch blueberry pie.
We medical types are notorious for being bad patients. I try really hard to not be but it is an easy trap to fall into. We also tend to see ourselves as indispensable since others depend on us for care yet don’t extend that care to ourselves. It’s indeed a problem.
I’ve gave some stomach bug since Thursday morning (yup, diarrhea) and cancelled my literacy teaching and going to my grandchildren’s house today to celebrate the three year old’s birthday and Father’s Day for my beloved SIL. It’s breaking my heart but I did it to keep from sharing this nasty, sneaky malady with others (no idea who shared it with me but I suspect the cheap soft tacos I got Wednesday with a coupon at a local Mexican drive through. I have since had unkind thoughts about those food handlers).
I’m doing the BRAT diet, boring as it is and being especially vigilant about staying hydrated (Yaay popsicles and Italian ices!). I’m not really hungry so that not much of a sacrifice but I miss my morning coffee ritual.
I think I getting better (so far today) but it’s cost me three days of being me and my usual out in the world activities so I’m resentful about that. It’ll still be a few days before I’m considered not contagious and even then I have to be extra extra diligent about handwashing for a week or two.
Missing my grandbaby’s birthday? That I’m gonna fuss, whine and grumble about ad nauseam.
Time to go eat another banana and some more applesauce. Maybe get wild and crazy and have some toast (without butter).
He’s both right and wise.
Only my kid who is a doc gets to make medical suggestions to me, because he out ranks me. Mostly only in his mind, but I indulge him. I manage that by being selective about what I tell him (unless my daughter in town (his sister) tattles on me. When they gang up like that I usually submit.
I’ll take the apt. right under yours, if you promise to blast Led Zep here & there.
I can be absolutely decrepit and on the verge of death, but will still slink-dance to the opening of “Immigrant Song” till my spine gives out.
Laundry is done. Caught a woman unloading our stuff from a dryer while it was still damp. She had the grace to be embarrassed at being caught. Pissed me off, but I just gritted my teeth and reloaded it.
Went to the local grocer and donated a hundred bucks for twenty bucks worth of food. Cacio e pepe tonight!
A nice father’s day wish from my eldest and my daughter, and even one of my grandsons. Nothing from the youngest, but he never seems to show up unless he wants money. I’m getting tired of it. I mean, five seconds on FB and he’s done his duty; how difficult is that?
90s today, then lots of rain during the week; I think they said up to six inches. It’s weird that thunderstorms no longer wake me up. I didn’t grow up with them, and they’ve always unnerved me in the past, but I guess I’m done with all that. The wife said we had a light show last night, but I slept through it. Fireworks still bother the hell out of me, though.
I finally stuck to my guns and did not get in the middle. I literally went upstairs and took a nap while the two of them talked today. I have no idea what went down, but as my mother said, “we are at peace again.” That’s good enough for me and a total relief.
Now MusicMan’s youngest son is here. They’ve gone out to get pizza and such for all of us. It was very nice of him to come as he had to drive at least a couple of hours to get here.
I know this is going to sound very non-hygienic, but I promise that I do clean all the surfaces before food touches them. Well, anyways, currently there is a an adorable fluffy poodle sitting on the kitchen table . She’s curled up in a bowl cozy that is just about perfect for her size. Sooooo cute!
Chefguy, I am sorry about our son’s behavior. My stepsons were questionable for awhile, but they appear to be growing up now. I hope that you will have the same experience.
I’m home from my road trip, did my two early games and then changed clothes and headed home. Some traffic North of Chattanooga slowed me down but still did it in less than 4 hours. Had fun, outside of a lady whose daughter’s team had lost berating we three referees, and her husband (about 6"4" and 300 lbs., IMHO) saying ‘before you say anything, that’s my wife…’. So we didn’t say anything and she finally stalked away. The funny thing was the referee she was unhappy with was the Tournament Director who was doing a game to fill a space, so I doubt her complaint will go anywhere… Still, got to work with some great people and had some good times.
Since I got back home in good time I think I’ll mow the yard here in a couple of hours, they pick up the grass/lawn stuff on Mondays and I’ll have to do it before leaving on vacation Thursday anyway. Face has been fed and hydration has occurred so all is well on that front (apparently we had a referee pass out from the heat and not taking on enough fluids).
Now let’s see what’s been going on…
I was there many years ago, I thought about going this time but it’s about 45-50 minute drive from the fields and the timing just didn’t work out.
Feel better soon, BBBoo.
Sticky Buns, hope the family thing is finally resolved and your peace of mind can stick around for awhile.
Cat Glove, haven’t seen much if any TV these last 4 days, usually only watch the Masters and the British Open for golf. Enjoy today’s action.
red, best wishes for Nelson. Had a couple referees report tick bites due to woos right next to the soccer fields.
FCM, trust nappage has occurred. You’ve earned it.
Pilot, hope things settle for BB and you and her can get back to making sweet music together.
Taters, hope the puppehs get to doing better.
boo fae, hope the populace was generous for the animals. And yes there is much zoo walking, but why do they have to put all the zoos I visit on hills, for goodness sakes?
JtC, I can remember a few roads like that in N. Ohio, and driving in Amish country where a horse and buggy could pop up over the next rise.
Flyboy, hope S.U. is doing better.
Apologies if I missed anyone, need to do a couple things then mowage and calling my Brother for his Father’s Day, so all y’all take care.
No, not really. I think I kinda dozed for maybe 10 minutes - not even a power nap. I may sleep with Mel tonight.
BTW, Trevor, formerly known as Tubbo…
Apparently Tobias was disappointed he couldn’t say goodnight to him last night - he forgot they hadn’t brought him home yet.
Boring afternoon. A few more chores tomorrow, but not a lot going on. C’mon Tuesday!!!
Even though his bug collar covers fleas, ticks and skeeters, I checked him well for ticks. None were found, so I think that it may be chiggers or just a general hot spot (his mother gets those). I gave him a bath with shampoo containing colloidal oatmeal, lime and coconut (he now smells like a cocktail) and used conditioner and so far, not as much scratching. If he begins again, I’ll cut up a pool noodle to make a padded collar so’s he can’t dig at his butt.
Once I bathed Nelson, I got into the shower myself. While I was drying off before getting out, the little guy jumped in with me. 
He’s never done that before.
I spent about an hour on the phone with Dad, then dished up the chicken tortilla soup for dinner. Twas good. Now if the heat would subside to ninety or lower, things would be good.
What a handsome lad!
doggio as it so happens today is International Domestic Workers Day so maybe that will work for Spot. Also, happy fourth Brownaversary!
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated, got sammiches, napped, slothed and day drank. Did not go out to the cee-mint pond as we both got a bit too much sun yestiddy and decided inside in the a/c would be wise today. Tomorrow is men’s night (shout out to Nettie) over to the church house, thus steaks are marinatin’ and beer is chillin’. Also, the biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow.
Taters glad the pups are mostly clear of their infections. Hope the prednisone helps Maisie.
Pilot The [Mumper's Recipes: Maryland Fried Chicken](https://Maryland Fried Chicken) Taters refers to is not the same as the Maryland Fried Chicken you referred to in your post. I have had both. OK, I have made Taters version (vastly superior) and we have a local of your version.of the one you posted, so I have had that as well. This is more than I have ever posted about Maryland Fried Chicken. It may also be the most times Maryland Fried Chicken has ever been written about in one paragraph.
MOOOOOOM hope you were able to achieve nappage. I want to give Trevor skritches and hugs! What a handsome boy! Plus the neckerchief is tres chic!
red hope Nelson is OK, poor baby!
Cat_Glove I have a mental image of you in hot rollers lectorin’. I know you did not do that, but I am quite amused at the image.
{{{BBBoo}}} so sorry you are not feelin’ well and missin’ grandbaby’s bday. Hope you are all better soonest.
MetalMouse somebody gots to be the ahole, so maybe the lady figured it might as well be her.
I don’t believe I’ve ever had cheeseburgers and asparagus in the same meal. Both are delicious, but somehow that twain has not met. Something new to try next week.
Otherwise your day sounds very pleasant. Bravo for that day of comfy normalcy.
Ouch! You poor thing. Drizzlies are bad enough, but having that during so many key family events is Just Not Fair.
With an evidently well-honed sense of self-preservation.
Yaay for the good. We shan’t mention the bad.
Yaay!
Yaay and double yaay! Sounds like a great trip only to be exceeded by your next one. I hope there will be pix to share.
Thank you. Indeed they are trending that way. See below.
And thank you for that. Tater’s Mumper recipe sounds really delish, but rather involved. And a wee bit carb-heavy for my wimpy pancreas what with the flour dredge, the breadcrumbs, then smothered in a roux-based gravy, and last of all served over a bed of mashed pots and more roux gravy. Really yummy though.
Hell hath no fury like a woman in hot curlers and brandishing [some domestic gizmo] as she harangues the masses from the pulpit with fierce tales of fire and brimstone.
That’d sure make me sit up and take notice! And I’m a heathen.
As to me …
It’s a bit after 6pm. After feedin I had a lazy morning at home all opened up to the warm air and light gray sky.
Eventually went to the nearby tourist beach for a tiki bar lunch of sallit, buffalo wings, and a Red Stripe or two. Had a fun yak w the perky waitress who was jokingly lamenting having just turned 30.
She seemed to have too much on the ball to still be slinging beers at age 30. Turns out this waitress gig is just her side hustle; her weekday job is in marketing for a surfwear company and she’d recently been out to their SoCal headquarters near where I used to hang out, so we traded a few stories about what’s where and the differences in beach weather, surf, surfing, and culture between SoCal and SoFL.
Later that evening she’d be taking her ancient father and mother out for the Day. Which would be fun and all, but jeez they’re old. Like almost my age. 
Anyhow I asked her to tell Dad that some random geezer at her tiki bar had wished him a happy Father’s Day and to congratulate him on having an excellent daughter. She laughed.
During lunch the high thin clouds gave way to pure sun so post-lunch a nice couple hours of sunning, swimming, and walking a mile-ish in the wet sand were had. A good crowd was at the beach, so plenty of swimsuits to inspect and I also saw lots of adorable munchkins playing in the sand and water, gathering shells, and generally being kidlets. Yaay.
Yesterday I had made a tentative date to have late dinner tonight w my PCP. Hence my late lunch today. In addition to being my doc she’s a good friend. But only a friend; no benefits or beyond. She works about 340 days a year, but sometimes her Sundays run short and she’s free for late dinner. Just found out that tonight is not gonna be one of those nights for her. Oh well. That is a very tough life I would not wish on anyone.
Had a phone call w BB, the first in a couple days. She’s doing better; everyone is learning to cope with new normal and at least so far our upcoming long weekend (Thu-Sun) together is not in jeopardy. An unhappy relapse into chaos is not impossible, but seems increasingly unlikely. She will need some especial TLC this time though. Shit happens, and there’s never a good time for it, but Gaah was this rough on her. And me just a little bit.
So now I’m lazing here, all salty and warm and comfy as the Sun slowly heads towards its bedtime almost 2 hours from now.
What to eat when and where? Fancy, casual, scruffy, or just fight scurvy and malaria here at home; plenty of calories in that liquid diet. And tastier than the BRAT diet poor BBBoo is contending with.
Hope all the male-centric celebratin’ is going well for those doin’ it today.
Cheers all!