Treat her like an adult. Unless she’s running a marathon, and is in physical danger, let her decide how much to eat, drink, or wear.
Sorry, I haven’t had time to even scan through all but the last few posts.
My friend is dying. His body is shutting down and the doctor said it’s amazing he’s stayed conscious this long. The wife’s mother is up from Tokyo to help and a few of his friends have come as well. It’s good that he’s been able to see them.
The project is moving forward. I just hope I can take that stress off his wife.
I’ve been rooting peppermint. Fun fact: I can cut a sprig, macerate it a bit, leave it in cold drinking water in the fridge for a week, plant it out, and it will grow.
I just harvested my pot o’ potatoes today. They’re not big, but we’ll get a couple of side dishes out of them.
Picking up a head of softneck garlic (so we can get scapes) is on my list for tomorrow. Again, the yield wasn’t super, but enough to be fun.
If you like shishitos, they fruit prolifically if planted in a black pot. Then you can make pimientos de padron with them (I find actual padrons rather finicky).
Up from naptime(or at least the actual napping bits, and not the awake parts when Spot was trampling me to find a better sleeping position). Having a Manhattan, and sauteed chicken, asparagus, and [Bobby Flay]Calabrian Chilies[/Bobby Flay]. Spot is having dry, flavorless bits.
LOL. I’ve been here close to 20 years and even I can’t remmeber some times.
Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people- Anon
I enjoy nicknames and in jokes, but whatever is most fun for ya.
{{{{BB}}}}
Evening all. Finally did get to the gym and then got in some soccer Jamboree time with about 30 6-7 year old boys over a 2-hour period (10 in the first group and 20 in the second). Fortunately several other coaches were around and helped out or I might have gone mad…dealing with that much youthful energy especially after a day in school is a lot to ask of a 73-year old man… Inside now, dinner and dessert have been consumed along with adequate hydration, so get to sit back and relax for a couple hours before bedtime. Got a few drops of rain so the humidity has gone up…oh joy…
Scrollin; Scrollin; Scrollin’ on the 'puter…
GOOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!
FCM, glad the boat trip was productive, hoped you chose to chill.
Pilot, yay! for the music and sad for BB’s news. Dying can be so long and so hard a process for so many of us. Like you said, sucks to be human sometimes.
Fruminous, now and then there is a list of MMP names published here; I’ll see if I can find the last one. And it looks like Herald beat me too it
Cookie, new director sounds promising–or at least will know exactly what they are getting into. And while I’ll impulse buy now and then, I try to make a list and stick to it.
Nellie, I’ve never had a pedicure, been tempted on occasion but poor old feets just keep on managing without it. Neat plant!
My mom’s family descent was German (Dad was Irish) but I never remember hearing a word of it when I was growing up.
JtC, happy gardening.
Sensei, my condolences to you and your friend. Dying is hard; watching a loved one or a close friend die is even harder, IMHO.
And I have reached the end…for now. Need to do a few more things then off to bed. Catch y’all on Hump Day.
I’ve had my first boiled peanut. It was salty, but good. The Spousal Unit proclaimed them delicious. She said she really liked the spices. She was used to them just being salty. Neither one of us could identify the spices in the brine. Anyway, I’m glad she likes them.
I called these ‘Boil-In-Bag’ peanuts. I was wrong. They’re ‘Boil-THE-Bag’. Anyway, now that we’ve made the first bag, cooking them in the slow-cooker for 14 hours, we’ll cook them overnight the next time.
My paternal grandmother was American born, but German was her first language. My paternal grandfather was a Polish immigrant. They both spoke their mother tongues to fellow speakers. Granddad also spoke German with Grossi, Russian with one of his neighbors and learned Latin in school (when I found one of his Latin schoolbooks, he could still translate the words). AFAIK, Dad nor his brothers spoke more than a few words of any of those. My generation tended to learn Spanish. Go figure.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 75 Amurrkin out and partly cloudy with a predicted high of 89 and cloudy with rain/tstorms/apocalypse predicted early evenin’. The big item on today’s agenda is the procurement of provisions. Shrimpies will be purchased as tonight’s menu is shrimpies ‘n grits and oven roasted spare guts.
Pilot sorry for what BB is goin’ through with her mom.
Sensei so sorry about your friend. Glad he is surrounded by friends and family.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas and bother, I suppose I must purtify myself and don attire acceptable for bein’ amongst the great unwashed.
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 26c/79f with a predicted high of 29c/84f and partly cloudy. Weather app says “Today is going to be fucking gorgeous, but you won’t see it because all you fucking do is work.” True, I am at work today but I sit by the window so I can see the nice blue sky and little bits of cloud.
I’ll be challenging our Vice Chancellor for his title!
Pilot I’m sorry BB has so much to deal with, I’m glad she has you to talk to though. Sometimes a sympathetic ear is all you need to calm the stress for a while.
{{{{{sensei}}}}}
Yesterday was a busy day, I logged out of irk and prepared campus food, then sat in front of a fan for a while until I cooled down before doing anything else. Dinner was smoked Basa fillets with a mahooosive salad, followed by some fresh pineapple.
Today I had to get up early for the campus trek. The bus was late, and the first train was late too so I got to Big City Station with at least 15 minutes to wait for the train out to campus. I decided to stroll out of the station and get a bus instead so I was here earlier than I would have been if I’d waited for the train.
The office is hot and stuffy, even with all the windows open, the doors open, and a bunch of fans blowing air around. I dread to think what the house will be like when I get home tonight after it’s been close up all day. I left all the windows and curtains closed, and made sure there was extra water for the cats. I’ll open it up as soon as I get in and hopefully get a bit of breeze blowing through, before I close it all up again to go to the pub.
The union reps emailed today to say that the Uni has not improved their offer, so we are out on strike tomorrow. I’m a bit miffed because our team manager has put a meeting in the calendar about some secret confidential stuff that we are being told before the rest of the minions hear about it. Except I won’t be here!
Holy cow, did my shot of generic nyquil give me some bizarro dreams! First, there was something about toothpaste (I’d forgotten that bit till I went to brush my teeth this morning.) Then there was a long, complicated dream about me trying to find the lyrics to Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah that took me thru a flea market, to some sort of lecture, and finally to a meeting with a guy who grew up on my street (our address was 1764, his was 1754.) I kinda know why Walter was on my mind - my sister is FB friends with his younger brother Stephen, and she and I were talking about him earlier this week. But in the end, I never did get the lyrics, and I woke with the song in my head.
On the plus side, I slept almost 10 hour uninterrupted by coughs. My throat still has a bit of a tickle, but I’ve avoided the nasty congestion my poor sweetie dealt with. And his cough has pretty much worked its way out of his system, so the house sounds less like a tuberculosis ward.
Apart from Jason the Landscape Guy coming over, my only plan is to launder the new towels. Which means I need to get to clearing and sorting. I offered SIL some old rag towels - I know we have a bunch of those because the last owners of this house left a bunch behind. Between the ratty ones and the decent ones, I have piles to sort in the basement bathroom, some bins in the basement, and the guest bedroom closet. We’ll see how far I get today in sortage.
I also need to check the freezer for a meatloaf - I’m pretty sure there’s one in there, but I don’t know if it’s big enough for 3 adults and 2 grands. If not, I’ll just make another for our Firday meal. And speaking of grands, SIL’s mother is a crazy woman about shopping for the kids - she got them 3 pairs of shoes each, plus some others she’s got at her house for them, plus a bunch of school clothes. Saves Daughter a bunch of money, and it doesn’t hurt my feelings because I never think about clothes for them - probably because I know they’re covered, literally! In fact, last time I bought kidlet clothes was from the $1 bin at the thrift store. Maybe that offended LaDonna’s sensibilities?
i did not do any sorting last night. i read, knitted, and youtubed. this morning i left the ‘bring things to work” bag at home. could be why i was on the shuttle a few minutes early. i have another chance at remembering it tomorrow.
there was a spot of sorting this morning. i unloaded the “summer drawer” to see what i have for the next weeks of summer. i set up the shirts for the rest of this week and 5 for next work week.
Morning all, up about 6:30am and have broken fast and have started the overloaded dishwasher on it’s cycle, so that’s as ambitious as I plan to be this morning. Rain is due momentarily according to the Weather Wizards, we can use some as it has been dry for much of the summer. Need to do some analysis of the soccer kids (84 of them!) information so I can start making up teams and get the coaches practice requests in, so that should take up a good part of the day. Gym will get some time if I can.
Red, my Mom’s family dates back to the 1850’s in arriving here, so the German was pretty much history by then.
boo fae, sorry things have progressed to strike-levels, hopefully it will be resolved soon. And hot and stuffy is never much fun, hope it cools donw to the usual temperate English climate…
FCM, glad you got some good sleep, albeit with weird dreams included. Happy sortage!
rocky, welcome to the ‘oops, I forgot’ corner–lots of members this week.
And onward into the day. Have a good Hump day all.
Same with the only branch of my dad’s family that I more or less know the arrival time of. I think all of my mothers ocean-crossing ancestors came over before the Revolution – I know one of them lived in Nieuw Amsterdam.
In Pennsylvania (where Grossi was born), Ohio, Indiana, the Dakotas and a few other places settled by Germans, German was the lingua franca long after the initial wave of immigration. Even as a kid, there were still a lot of old people in my little town who spoke it, even though their families had been in the US for several generations. WWI changed a lot of that.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do stuff. The neighbor who is taking the washer and dryer texted me and they will be here late this afternoon, so that will be out of the way.
I’ve been checking out my new neighborhood online and have found a senior center a couple of miles away from my new home. I’m going to look at pics of the nearest dog park in a bit.
Monday’s flight was uneventful, except the 30 minute delay to push-back, which meant we were in the plane for almost 11.5 hours. Add the time to get to the airport and time to get to my parents, it was a very long day.
So far we’ve had Thai, dim sum, ribs (plus sweet corn), Krispy Kreme, and we’re going for Mexican for lunch. Yay for American food - everything under the sun!
Dreams? I don’t remember the details very well, just if I was anxious or scared.
So much for sortage - I forgot that I promised FCD I’d paint some parts for the boat. That took up a big chunk of my morning. So now I’m lunching and waiting for the landscape guy. FCD is at the marina - the tanks are being delivered today - Huzzah!! So now we can get on the schedule to have them installed. The things I painted are needed for the installation. Thank goodness I found the nitrile gloves! My hands tend to get the worst if it when I paint.
I feel like the new kid on the immigration block - my paternal grandparents and maternal great grandparents all arrived in the early 1900s from Poland. Dad’s father was recruited into WWI till they found out he wasn’t a citizen (he took care of that eventually.) I don’t know for sure why all of them left Poland, but based on the photos I saw of family in the old country, they were pretty poor, so I’m guessing they sought a better life. Both of my parents grew up speaking Polish, but when Mom tried to teach us, we weren’t interested, and later when I wanted to learn, it was a combination of no time and Mom had forgotten a lot. So apart from a few words, I don’t know any. But I did know I was in trouble as a kid when Mom used my name in Polish!
I’m going to chill a bit before attempting sortage or second coat paintage. I’ve earned it, dammit!
In fact, last time I bought kidlet clothes was from the $1 bin at the thrift store. Maybe that offended LaDonna’s sensibilities?
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