True. It seems good. And to get hired right over the phone!
And, after I train, I go to the one I could walk to in 30 minutes.
This is an unusually bad winter compared to the last few. Its not fun waiting outside for the bus.
I loves some good sharp cheddar. Do you know what the difference is between yellow and white cheddar? Food coloring. Or a little carrot juice, whatever is handy.
I’m glad you are feeling better.
Everything costs more than expected nowadays! I hope you get the results you want.
I guess there’s no sense in asking you if you have tried camels milk back when you could get it fresh.
My swimming form hasn’t improved since I started at the gym, but I can go farther and I think I might even be getting some muscles in my arms. Hubs is actually starting to sound receptive to the idea of going to the gym with me because his knees are too trashed to walk as well.
I am sorry for everyone involved. Even when death is expected, it is always a painful shock.
It is awesome to have a health care person listen and pay attention to the issue. I hope it helps 
Yeah, I swear I saw the flour smirk at me when I pulled it out of the freezer. Some bakes are just left better undone.
I’ll bet you are right.
Someone smoked up all my weed so that was on my list of places to go today. The dispensaries are required to staple your purchases into a plain bag along with a MMJ fact sheet. I saved my bag and flyer to bring with me for reuse the next time and the budista was so impressed with my tree-hugging efforts that she found a five dollar discount for me.
She also thinks that FCM is super cool for making lap blankets for hospice patients. She thinks she will start doing that as well, her ungrateful family has stopped hinting that they don’t want more blankets and are now being loud about it.
We also got his car washed while we were out and giggled over the undercarriage wash like a couple of 12 year olds.
So today will be my first Zoom class evah. I don’t have a camera on my desktop, but I want to use the large screen so I can watch the instructor’s hands. I can download Zoom to my tablet if I need to be able to show my work.
So far I’ve been super impressed with the kit. It arrived on time and everything was clearly marked. Every other designer just rolls the fabric up and trusts the box to protect it, Jane took the extra step of saving her empty paper towel rolls and covering them with tissue before rolling the fabric on them. She also did all of the super boring prep work which is totally not what I expected.
I’m looking forward to this.
Mom and I aren’t doing our mystery project this year, she’s just not feeling it anymore. This makes me sad, doing needle work was just part of who she was for all of my life. I need to fly out and spend a week with her after Hub’s medical issues are resolved. I’m going to miss her when she’s gone.
Thanks, it had warmed up to 19* when we left to go to the stem cell clinic. It was 20* on the way home. I was warm the entire time as I was wearing merino wool socks, long underwear and a pair of lined pants, merino wool bra, merino wool long sleeve 1/4 zip top, down coat, knitted hat and merino wool glove liners and down mittens. Then I had to sweep the little bit of snow that had fallen today off the front porch and steps, I also did the walkway and the front sidewalk. By the time I was done, only my feet were starting to get a bit cold. Now enjoying a hot bowl of split pea with ham, carrots and potatoes soup. 
My Dziadzia was a dairy farmer. So, Mom had drunk raw milk all her life until she married Dad and became a city girl. Mom made it a rule to always visit Babcia on the farm at least once a month. She would pile the 3 of us in the car and off we’d go. We had a great time playing on the farm, particularly on the hay wagon. Anyway, I drank some of the raw milk and at some early age insisted that Mom would have to bring a carton of milk on these trips as I didn’t like the taste of the raw milk. It probably was because it was so rich; but not sure, that was a loooooong time ago.
oopsie I think you’re going to have a fabulous time at the Jazz Summit! I’m glad you went for it. And great savings by getting in early, both on the pass and the hotel.
Have to fill Hubs pillboxes now so TTYL.
My folks did end up coming out for a visit, a day later than planned. It was great to see them, and tell them that I’m in a much better spot than I was last time I saw them. I really think I’ll be going full time with the museum once I finish this last thing. I’m feeling waaay less jump into one of the gorges than I was back in November. Making the decision to close up shop and not have a constant negative cash flow has done good things to my brain. Now If I could just remember where I tucked all my stuff…I have no idea where my pencil sharpener is, or my air hoses.
Howdy Y’all! Laundry got laundered and put away where it stays until it gets dirty again. Then it was time for nappage, day drinkin’, and other RDOS inactivities. Sup got fixed and et up as well. Thus has been the day in swampland.
Doris will be funeralized on Firday at ten a.m. Don’t know yet if I am scheduled to serve, but serve or not I will be there. I expect there will be a crowd.
My sister’s first husband was a farm boy, and for several years we got all our milk from his folks – from the cow to the milker to the bulk tank in their basement to the quart jars to our house. Then we moved elsewhere and I had to drink store-bought milk – it was several years before I finally got out of the habit of shaking the container before pouring myself a glass.
Pasteurization involves heating the milk which is going to change the taste. Kids are like cats, don’t change their fud unless you want consequences. My mother used to mix up powdered milk for us kids and we could always tell and would snub it just like spoiled cats. ICK!!! She learned to mix the powdered milk half and half with real milk and then be sure that it sat in the fridge for at least a day.
I always knew, but we were poor so I didn’t tell my little sisters that they were drinking chalk milk.
This is super good to hear. I’ve been more than a little worried about you.
I will be there in spirit. I love a feisty old lady and hope to be one when I grow up.
So class was fun. Not because I needed to learn any of the stitches but because it let me look into other people’s houses. Some folks have even more clutter than me!
I’m not a huge fan of doing white work after dark, my old eyes just cannot see it well anymore but the instructor works a full time job so it is what it is.
Today I remembered to call my doctor to reschedule and was told “We tried to call you over and over!” I asked what phone number they were calling and just like I thought…the person who entered my info used the local area code instead of my AZ area code. I blamed their computer for auto-filling it and the receptionist agreed that must have been the problem.
I have to do blood work tomorrow or Thursday so the doctor has the results when we talk. I was planning on going tomorrow morning (fasting) but then we got the call that the window guys were going to come over and finish the job. Hubs started fussing about me leaving the fuzzbutts while he had to deal with the window guys, so I’ll see the vamp on Thursday.
She’s the cheese whisperer!
She sounds like quite the lady. I’m sorry for you and your parish’s loss.
My granny used to use a handful of cornmeal as a scrub. Given that she was raising a large family during the Great Depression, she’d save the cornmeal for the next skillet of cornbread. She considered it seasoned cornmeal.
Started out the day with a label printer that didn’t work. Then, the software that I use to program Motorola devices went wonky. It all got better, but I didn’t get as much done as I usually do.
Has anyone else had issues with some of the child resistant protections? I got a blistering burn (my own stupidity) that needed some burn spray. The can of Solarcaine that I bought needed an engineering degree from Purdue to spray it and the instructions were printed in relief on the nozzle, needing both a strong light and a magnifying glass to read. Oy!
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Pre-rolls in child resistant caps. I had to ask the neighbor’s kid to open it because I couldn’t push and turn hard enough. He said he was happy to do it for me because his mom told him to always be nice to old people. Then I pushed him off the porch.
Shows Rennet to vat full of goat milk. “Ya wanna be cheese?” Goat milk “You want curds, I’ll show you some curds! Here, hold my beer!!!”
The drugstore I go to will give me plain snap-on caps if I ask for it. They understand that child-resistant can also be old-hands-resistant.
Unfortunately, this is an OTC spray. That option wasn’t available. 
Unfortunate.
Workin’ at the car wash dispo, I sold many ointments, creams, sublinguals, etc. to people with arthritis.
I recall several who had troubles opening the damn thing we had literally just sold them to help their pain.
We were absolutely not allowed to open anything.
On camera.
I learned how to hunch over juuuuuuuust so the camera couldn’t pick up a damn thing.
On that note … I bring jars to work, because S.M. is a sweetheart but she’s strong & opens my jars for me.
Sunday night, she’d bought herself a Slim Jim. I was bustling around, and heard a very quiet, “Hey. Shoe? You know how I open jars for you?”
She just nodded at the Slim Jim (her hands were occupied with the sword & gloves required to work an oven) and - while on the phone with a customer order - I pried the damn thing open.
I have thin - and thus, very sharp - fingernails.
Felt quite proud of m’self, for getting something open on behalf of someone who opens things for me AND smoothly taking the whole order, start to finish, without them even noticing anything was amiss.
Happy Toosday!
It’s cold.
My son finally turned my mattress for me, so I no longer wake up feeling like I’m falling out of bed.
Although now the dogs try to push me out.
Echo likes to snuggle up against me for a bit, just a few minutes then when she is ready to sleep, she will move away. Now Rayleigh will give me just enough room to fit into the bed and he likes to press up against me. Last night Misiu decided he wanted to sleep up against me too. I had Rayleigh against my back and butt, and Misiu against my shoulders and head.
As toasty as I keep the bedroom, I’m surprised they even want to sleep on the bed.
I checked out Duluth for their long shirts, they are not cheap.
One wok is a Kordisen nonstick with granite stone coating 12"
It was delivered today and looks nice. They even sent a nice screwdriver to use to attach the handle.
I thought the other one is 8" but it is 12", KYTD nonstick with a steamer basket
It should be delivered tomorrow
Both are supposed to be compatable with all stovetops.
I can’t use cast iron with my stove.
I don’t use my copper bottom pots either as they start to spin on my stove.
I’ve had those for almost 50 years - a wedding present.
I have a couple of Revereware copper-bottom pots and lids. The larger one was my dad’s. Did he get it in the divorce? Or did he get it later? Anyway, it’s from the '60s or '70s. The smaller one was in the office and I ‘traded’ (i.e., I didn’t ask) a non-stick pot for it and bought a lid off of eBay. With my Calphalon tri-ply stainless-steel pots, the antiques aren’t used often; but when I need them, they’re just the things.
I have some nice vintage cast iron pieces but I have a glass top electric stove so I get no use out of them
I have 4 Reverware copper bottom pans and 5 pots. I love Reverware! Also have a large cast iron pan and another large pan that my sister gave me.
I’ve got the set of 3 revereware pans my Mom got me when I moved into an apartment in my soph year of college, so 1991? She’s still got her set from when they got married in 69. Somewhere along the line I ended up with little 6" revere skillet, which I mostly use to toast pine nuts for pesto.
My pot rack is…overburdened for what I actually use. the damn pack rat in me Then there are the multiple sets of Pyrex casseroles. I don’t really know how I ended up with so much cookware.
And the cast iron dutch oven I inherited from my grandparents that I haven’t ever used. That G’ma was a horrible cook. I fear that pot is filled with bad juju.
Cast iron 6,8, and 12 get used on the regular.
shoe Good on you for hiding from the prying eyes and opening things for the ones who couldn’t. That story makes me happy.
'Night y’all. Stay safe and healthy!
And a good late night final here. Did have a good 75 minute session with my Financial Guy, in general I am in good shape, which did not stop him from offering several options to make more money and gave me a lot of paperwork to review and read. Will consider them and make a decision later this month. Then put in some gym time after dinner and am now resting before bedtime. Down to 30F but supposed to warm up during the week; we’ll see. Have a car appointment tomorrow at 2:30pm so will have to work the day around that.
flyboy, my condolences to Wifey, RN; she knows that by working with the aged this will happen, but it probably never is pleasant to hear. And lookinf forward to the Mexican restaurant review…
rocky, nice story, never had any trouble floating while swimming (only time i did it without swimming was in the Dead Sea).
Oopsie, the Jazz Summit sounds like fun.
Also part of my repartee…
FCM, my longest cruises have been about 2 weeks, but that 4-week one looks interesting, I’ll be getting back to Southampton about the time you leave Dover. Let us know how it goes, may look at it for later on.
Coppertone, happy you at least have a schedule for work now. Fingers crossed that it all works out as planned.
JtC, a discount and a possible source of good deeds for hospice folks; it was a good day indeed.
Catglove, that’s the way to dress for the cold; layers.
VanGO, glad the parents made it and yay! for the impending steady work.
red, the spray handle for the Edge gel shaving cream got changed and baffled me at first until I accidentally hit the right spot and sprayed shaving gel all over the bathroom…
I get the opposite, my 8-9 year olds come with Gatorade or other drinks with the caps on so tightly that I have to open them.
That reminds me of the Bradbury Defense (named after the Science Fiction author Ray Bradbury):
shoe, glad you could pay back the favor to S.M..
Sari, yeah, Duluth ain’t cheap, but their quality is good, IMHO.
And it’s 11pm and I still have a puzzle I want to solve tonight, so take care all.
Yay! Sounds fun.
Great news!
Do you think you’ll get the zoomies?
I survived day 2. And literally mean survived. The ride home was horrible. Traffic on the expressway was slowed down to around 20-30 mph. Just as I was about 10 miles from my exit while traveling south, there was a semi jack knifed on the north bound side that blocked both lanes and took over an hour to get it moved.
The class was good, though. Yesterday we talked about who we are and why we were there. I learned lots of interesting things about so many people who are persevering in spite of mental illness and addiction. The nicest thing, though was at the last minute when we walked outside and the ground was freshly covered in snow and slippery. A very nice young fellow walked over to me, without prompting, and put out his arm for me to hold so that I could successfully walk to my car.
Sometimes it’s the little things, isn’t it?