So, sensei is special (I agree, BTW), but you are not? Nope, I disagree-you are special too. Patience, organization, stick-to-ittiveness, ability to follow directions. Every part of your assembly was tidy, straight and true, balanced and symmetrical. Not all of us could do that, so you are special too. Especially the degree of patience and organization.
Don’t argue with me on this. Respect your elders.
I could introduce you to a couple who currently has 5 golden retrievers, 2, 2 and 1 English cream.
Last year they had 7. 2, 2 and 3. Go on Twitter or Instagram and look up The Golden Ratio 4.
Howdy Y’all! Twuck is in the hospital and I get the rental tomorrow afternoon at three. The mechanic said two to two and a half weeks. The rental is for 25 days. Hopefully it will all work out. The nice person at Enterprise said insurance is paying for an economy vehicle, but she would argue with them for a truck if I wanted. The eco car is fine by me. I just need a vehicle to get around locally. Nappage and day drinkin’ have been achieved. Next up is sup. I may even get some mowage done later this afternoon. Then again sloth could win out. Stay tuned for further developments.
You read the directions? 
You followed the directions?
There was grunting? 
Lots of stars for you!
Caught up on reading, but need to be getting bedwards. Got the pear-walnut bread made, dug out some dandelions and distributed grass seed.
Also took pictures of flowers - will try to share (as in, some day other than today, 'cause it’s getting on towards bedtime, and the rum’s not going to drink itself).
That’s me in the middle.
Pork adobo is simmering on the stove. Very simple to make and it smells wonderful. I don’t know why I haven’t made this in the past.
Did the grocery shopping chore this morning, so we’re set for another. . . few days. Seems like we shop a lot, for some reason. I understand needing eggs all the time because the wife is an egg fanatic, but the rest of it? Got my Huy Fong sriracha in the mail. Couldn’t find it locally, for some reason, just rip-off brands that I don’t care to experiment with.
Wind is still gusting; enough, already.
Congratulations, Niner! And that Murphy bed looks gorgeous, wheelie.
Mom’s pretty stinking wiped out today. Her mental state is also not good. Still, she’s pressing on.
Overlyboy turns 17 tomorrow. Since he’s at his internship, I think I have time enough to pick up his cake and his traditional birthday breakfast of French toast sticks between meetings. He has been eating these things every birthday breakfast since he was a toddler, and both kids get super disappointed if I forget (it’s only happened once), so sticks it shall be.
Okay, off I go, running away between meetings.
Hello all! I’m better than before but not 100%. So I’m trying " do easy things with lots of breaks" as my modus operandi. Which includes me getting a shower so I can leave the house and pick up BtY from school. The important thing is progress, not speed.
I’m going to be driving MFN to both drop off his car and later pick it up. During his last oil change in the new truck, he found out the rear seal is leaking so he needs to get that fixed. A friend is helping him with that so when he gets the money, he’ll be coming to my regular shop to get it done. Today (I think) he’s going to get his tire fixed - he noticed a split in it when he got to work last night. He’s not planning on going anywhere for a couple of days, so he may point tomorrow. 
We got the first “Holy shit, it kid is going to be a SENIOR” email today. It’s about senior pictures and baby pictures for the yearbook. I haven’t bought a yearbook for either of the kids since elementary school, mainly because as they get older, the process get higher and neither one has wanted one. This one, regardless of what CtE wants, I’m ordering one.
Sensei, you’re the kind of teacher that I love my kids to have. You really seem to have your calling.
Wheelz, it is not as simple as follow directions, awesome furniture. If it was, I’d hand lots of awesome furniture instead of things that are slightly off center, cracks of light coming from the back where it didn’t get lined up… yeah, I gotta go with everyone else on this one and agree that you’re special too.
Yay Niner</>! I know how much work goes into that and anyone that can post through and complete it is truly awesome.
I’ve read everything, but only retraining half, and have to get ready soon for kids pick up.
A sunny warm day here in paradise, but it’s the kind of “warm” that says sunny hot days in paradise are right around the corner.
Did my post-trip administration and caught up on a couple days backlog of reading stuff other than the Dope, plus y’all too.
It being Tuesday, our semi-usual craft tacos a few blocks walk away are in the offing.
If you can retRain half of the people and critters in this thread, you’re some kind of miracle worker!
A first for me and it took 73 years of being a cat person to get here.
Pudgebutt*, my feral rescue girl kitty, who was curled up next to me as I read, just reached up, pulled my “I voted sticker” off my denim shirt, chewed it and swallowed the damn thing. All before I could stop her. It wasn’t like we were having a heated political discussion or anything.
You know the sticker, slightly bigger than a quarter, which I wear proudly all day after I trudge to the polls and do my duty, mostly to encourage others to do their civic duty. I was enjoying my plan to wear it later this afternoon to do some quick grandma babysitting and hoped it would spur a chat about voting with Harriet, the 5 year old. I like to start training ‘em while they are young in the ways we want them to end up. This, after all, is the granddaughter who fervently asked me Sunday to please bring her some library books about “Ruth Bader Ginsburg (her mom, my daughter, is a lawyer and a big RBG fan and her little 22 month old brother was wearing a RBG shirt) and Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King”. “Why, certainly my dear, Grandma would be thrilled to do just that. Coming right up!”.
You’re probably detecting a pattern here in bringing ‘em up in the ways you want them to end up…my daughter……her mother…”grandma can you bring me more books about RBG, Rosa Parks and MLK?. I’d say my plan, launched more than 37 years ago is working admirably and bearing fine fruit.
Til the cat snatched my I Voted sticker off my shirt and swallowed it before I could stop her. I’m a lot of things but dumb enough to stick my fingers in the mouth of a cat determined to chew and swallow a largish sticker is not one of them. Now I’ll have to think of another way to casually have a little conversation with her about civic duty in the local community and citizen involvement. Her parents both vote, but they’re millennials and vote by mail. Nothing for a kid to see, no drama. I like the old-fashioned way, take yourself to the village green and fill in those little ovals on a paper ballot like the gods and goddesses intended.
Damn cat.
i take the “i voted” sticker and put it on my cat’s head. minutes of fun, and a picture.
After quickly reading the rest of your post to make sure the cat didn’t choke on the sticker, I have only this to say:
(Aside: I started working as a county election officer in the fall of 2020, and because of the COVID-crawlies there were no stickers given out during that election. Voters – of every flavor – were bummed!!)
cat glove, your weather makes me very glad that I no longer live in lake effects snow country. I"m complaining about still being in long pants and a jacket in May here.
metal mouse, my supe is likely under some pressure because of new clients and processes, but she’s also pretty clueless about managing people effectively.
Did one of my usual duties before lunch today and cross trained on another job this afternoon. This will likely go on all week. Nothing exciting happening at CasaRoja this evening as usual.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Just built a big pot of chili - FCD will have some for supper and the rest will be frozen in single-serving bags. I don’t do chili - I don’t like the seasonings. ick. I’ll make myself a can of soup.
MIL has completely packed out. She still doesn’t have the lease for the new place, but she’s ready to go. FCD says she looks completely exhausted. Since she’s been widowed, she seems to worry and fret about everything all the time. She’s going to fret herself to death. I invited her to dinner tomorrow, but she doesn’t want to come. This move needs to happen pronto.
There is only one person side-eyes metal mouse that I feel needs retraining and that’s just to stop confusing Cat Glove and I.
Y’all May need to be near a faintin’ couch before readin’ this next sentence. I mowed the back yahd. Tomorrow I shall mow the front. I have had post mowage beerverage and shower. Chillage ensues.
In other news Charlie’s Paint and Body Shop called to say the estimate was done and approved. The parts have been ordered even! No flies on them! Of course when the parts show up is a crapshoot.
Drawers and sliding shelves are in place.
Nearly had a major catastrophe. While placing one of the shelves, I somehow broke the little black plastic end piece off the slider. This here, though not a very clear photo:
That’s what keeps the little brackety thing and all the ball bearings that make it slide from falling out. And fall out they did.
Somehow, I managed to replace the brackety thing along with all 20 of the ball bearings, one by one, with one hand, while holding it all in place with the other, and then snapped the black plastic piece back on (which luckily was not broken, it had simply come off). Whew!
Mrs W and I are in a disagreement. She wants to leave the doors off of the top sections and leave them as open shelves. I think it will look unfinished, and besides, there are unattractive holes where the hinges are supposed to go. No further progress can be made until we come to a consensus on this matter.
(As a reminder, here is what the finished unit should look like:)
We probably won’t hang all those in-between shelves, but i do think it needs the doors up top. I think I can convince her, but we shall see.
Same deal 2 years ago when my car went into the body shop - stoopit supply chain…
Chili is done. And I ingested my soup. Time to assume the recline position. I need some serious chillage.
That’s the same reason it took 3 months to get a working tranny. I don’t want it to go back in the shop for a 4th time because I hate having my van gone.
Tacos and 'Rita’s on board. The restaurant is a bit whimsical and some of their margaritas are … esoteric. Her Ladyship has settled on the Blood Orange Margarita as her favorite. Instead of salt, the glass is liberally rimmed with crushed pop rocks. Yup, the 1970s candy. All sorts of interesting hues.
The restaurant is in an outdoor mall made up to resemble a civic park like you’d find in the parts of the world that don’t hate public property. The infield grass, gazebo, and fountain often have performances, open air markets, etc. Tonight was the local High School Jazz Band. So we sat on the fountain steps while various subsets of the 40-ish young folks played for the crowd. Some of those kids are pretty darn good. Saw something I don’t think I remember from my youth: young women playing trombone. They were rockin!
Now there shall be chillage and bed semi-early. This morning was a long time ago already.
This time I started in a town near Astorga because that’s where I stopped last time. I don’t have a trail journal. And thank you!