Here’s Murph, in all his completed glory!
Mrs W this morning: “Hey, you know what? If we put the doors on top, we can store pillows and blankets in there!”
Me: “Good idea! I’ll do it this afternoon.”
Fantastic! Well done, you!
The mental image of this made me snort laugh out loud~thanks, I needed it.
Handsome boy and lucky kitty. I see you are owned by a Siamese, as am I. She’s very pretty too.
Allie is very aware of how adorable she is, and is an expert at using it to her advantage. 
As is my Moxie~says so right on her union card under “supreme rights never abridged”.
Yes. 
Mushroons (morel mushrooms) were also hunted in the spring.
Good to see you back seanette!
Evening all. Swimming and Sauna were completed and I took a walk around the soccer fields this evening before grilling my ham-n-cheese on rye sammiches for dinner. No nappage today so should sleep well tonight.
Seanette, of course now that it’s official, Buddy will probably run off to spend a week slumming with the neighborhood because cats… But congrats and the Facebook page is a nice touch.
Wheelie, looks real good. Needs a few books (for me, anything is better with a few books…).
flyboy, directions can be 98% perfectly understandable, but that other 2% always fouled me up.
swampy, does it look like this? https://www.gannett-cdn.com/authoring/2017/12/26/NTGS/ghows-LK-614141f0-3d10-0d61-e053-0100007f48cc-d0de3f56.jpeg I have running boards on my Durango to give me a step up.
Pilot, can’t wait for the dramatic conclusion of the disassembly of the tower crane.
Oopsie, good news on Bailey; and yeah on the break from the proposal, sometimes you need a little time to recuperate and think about it instead of just writing it.
Not a pork kind of guy (outside of ham and bacon, that is), so can’t contribute to the tenderloin discussion.
Niner, crossing all available appendages that the car holds together until next Tuesday.
Sensie, great pic and beautiful blossoms.
OK, actually mopped the main bathroom and might as well do the second one, also need to get the trash out for pickup tomorrow. Catch y’all on Thorsday.
MetalMouse it looks like that. I’m sure I’ll get better at gettin’ in and out of it about the time I take it back to Enterprise.
Nettie yay on bein’ officially owned by Buddy!
Wheelie Murphy looks good with the doors.
I used three tubes of silicone on the outside of the greenhouse today. I used three tubes on the inside the other day, and finished all but one panel. Today, on the outside, I sealed the back wall, the roof and vent. both side walls, and the top half of one front panel. I have one tube of silicone left, for the front panel and door, and the rest of the unfinished inside. A wasp flew into the greenhouse, so I went in and opened the roof hatch. It was still stuck, so I left the door open.
So I dreamed I was at a hotel in Nashville, but I couldn’t find my room. Then I dreamed I found Darci, but had to get in a cutlass fight with Captain Hook to protect her. then I dreamed I had to change all the toilet seats in the compound. 
Glad it’s martini night.
Yay!
and welcome back.
Happy Hump Day!
Or not
The fun never ends.
Echo peed on the floor last night. Something she hasn’t done since she was 8/9 weeks old. I felt bad, because she probably tried to get my attention and I didn’t wake up.
We took her to daycare and shortly after I got a call from them that there is blood in her urine. I hope it is just a UTI and nothing serious. They were going to have the vet look at her at the daycare, but instead I have to pick her up at 4 and take her next door to the clinic. The vet wants to be able to talk with me face to face instead of playing phone tag.
I gto a scare last night when my son texted that he could get off on the 25th but not the 24th. I told him to ask if he could come in late. Later he texted that he is getting both days off. So that is a relief.
Sultan may make the cut, but Sultana is a no go.
I like Homer, but I am thinking of the poet. Everybody else thinks Simpson.
It should be a no go anyway as I have a cousin Homer. It’s not his real name, but he’s been called that for a long time.
So far everything I have suggested has been a NO! from my son.
Much easier when I named my son. Since he was a boy, his father named him. If he had been a girl, I would have named her.
Just as well he was a boy, because I later realized her initials would have been M.F.A. Not the right way to name her after her father.
This is what happens when you start in the morning and don’t finish.
The vet thinks Echo has a UTI, maybe brought on by stress. She has some antibiotics to take and if she doesn’t improve, then there will be x-rays and sonograms.
I hope it amounts to being nothing.
She, at least, knows how to behave at the vet’s.
One of my ex’bfs irked construction. He never operated a crain, but he had gone out on the arm to untangle cables. He had no fear of heights I think.
He mostly did pile driving, He’s the one who would sit on top the pile and grab the next pile as the crain was swinging it around and connect it up with the one he was sitting on. He showed me a video once, I got queasy watching it.
He worked on some interesting projects. One was the Baltimore Aquarium, and we got to tour it before it opened to the public. He got mad at me when he was working on the tunnel. I asked him if the tunnel went underground as well as under the water and he said yes. I said don’t you ever worry about all the weight over your head? What if somebody made a mistake and the tunnel collaspes and you are buried under all that dirt and water. He said he never thought of that, and after that he never wanted to irk underground again.
Buddy is certainly a pretty kitty
Murphy looks good, now I want one.
I knew a woman from Indiana and yes, she called green peppers mangos.
I wonder what she called mangos though?
I am sorry about your friend JtC
Happy Birthday to OverlyBoy
Echo can be a licky dog, with certain people.
I think she knows I don’t like it.
Ripple very seldom licked people, but if he did, it was very slow and deliberate.
I’m tired, past my bedtime.
I hope my son doesn’t get off irk in the middle of the night again.
He was going to get off at 2 last night, but he got sent to a different department and didn’t get out until 4. He hates going to different departments, but the bosses like him because he knows how to listen to and follow instructions.
I told him it’s a good thing, because this company promotes from within and unless you have irked in every department, you cannot be promoted.
I think Echo has already gone to bed.
The front yard is uneven. It’s a hazard to walk across (especially after the tractor drove over it when we had the stumps removed). I called our guy (Felipe), and he said he can give us a new lawn for $1,700. I talked to SWMBO, and she thought that was a lot. But: She paid for almost half of the concrete, so I have two kilobucks leftover from the loan I took out for the concrete. And: Felipe can do a much better job than we can, since landscaping is his business. I texted him OK.
@Wheelz: that is one pretty job well done. Good on ya.
And glad to see @Seanette back. You may not know but a chunk of the last 2 weeks’ MMPs was spent worrying about you.
Yaay @Johnny_L.A for rearranging your bolts and getting that sucker mostly caulked.
At this end …
After my last update the tower crane guys lowered the staging gizmo down about halfway then detached part of it and lowered that to the ground for reasons inconceivable to me. Then went home. So it took a whole day for them to install the staging gizmo and remove one segment of tower at the top. Then undo a hefty portion of their prep. Next time they come to work on it they’ll spend an hour or three reassembling it and dragging it skyward before doing anything useful. Perhaps they are Union workers like myself(?!).
Her Ladyship prepared a lovely set of ribs, quinoa, and a Romaine salad with grated real parm and pomegranate seeds (arils actually), topped w balsamic vinegar. Accompanied by a nice super-Tuscan. Tres yummy. Of the 14-rib rack we collectively ate 4. There shall be vast leftovers.
She was hawt in a form-fitting floral backless jumper & tall sandals. Good eatin’ all around.
Now a bit later the outside temp is wonderful, the almost full moon is at almost zenith, a few puffy clouds decorate the black sky, and all is well at Casa LSL.
Approaching bedtime here. My on-call irkday begins at 4am Thu and ends at 10am Thu, followed by 2-1/2 days off. Although it would take a crisis of Biblical proportions for me to be called to irk. I fully expect to sleep in to 8ish then have a Day of Sloth with a side order of crane-watching. And well-made coffee. One can hope.
Cheers all! {{Hugs}} to those in pain.
But I’ve just been reminded of the Hacienda Casino-sponsored Cessna 172 endurance flight, and now I’m feeling inadequate.
I bet those guys had very, very sore & square butts by the time that was over. Most records of whatever nature are set by people who’re famous mostly for a craptacular imagination and excessive stubbornness.
You can be proud you are not that. I’ve got the “bad example” gig already sewn up so you’ll have to come up with something else to be famous for. Maybe extreme coolitude and fine Southern cooking with an L.A. flair?
Dad and I used to fly up to the grandparents’ place (WJF to MFR) in his Skyhawk. Seven hours does make for a sore backside. (Not much better in his Skylane.)
L.A. flair plus SoCal superiority in the PNW. Too bad I’m not cool. (Nobody invites me to parties anymore. 
)
I once flew my Twin Comanche from Alton IL = ALN outside St. Louis MO to John Wayne / Orange County CA = SNA. Had to stop briefly for gas near OKC but that was otherwise a very long day in the air with a very square butt at the end. Can not recommend.
You not going to parties is their loss for sure.
Fat boring old farts are cool!, dammit!
Fell into a fanfic-reading rabbit hole :).
Thank you all for the kind words about our friend. From what we now know, he and his wife left a bar around 1:30 am, he was on his bike and she was following him in her car. He crossed over the center line and ran into an oncoming vehicle.
His wife is a Physician’s Assistant, so was able to do what first aid she could. He died in surgery.
So, he’s dead. His wife is going to live with the memory of seeing her husband killed in front of her. Their two teenaged children will be without their father during an already hard time of their lives, the VA hospital will be without a talented and caring cardiac Nurse Practitioner and that poor guy he hit will probably need therapy to get over the trauma of innocently driving home from work and suddenly being involved in a person’s violent death.
I have a whole lot of words that I have not been saying.
I expected Hubs to want to go to Phx today but he wanted to go on our planned wildflower drive, so we left after I picked up our surplus box.
It looks like the egg shortage is over, they gave me a flat of large eggs. We also got potatoes, purple onions, hothouse tomatoes and big bags of raw hazel nuts and almonds.
The most exciting thing in the box was a little handout inviting folks to a 2 hour Intro to Canning class. I plan to attend. The first lesson is making and canning apple butter…I’m not interested in making or eating apple butter but I’ve always thought about learning how to can some of the excess produce I end up with and this will be a good start.
After I took our leftover stuff to MWT we headed down the mountain to look at the desert. We got off the 17 at New River and were very entertained by one of the flagmen. (They are widening the 17 and part of that project is widening the bridge for the underpass.)
All the guy at the bottom of the off ramp had to do was hold a sign and spin it around from STOP to SLOW and back when he got the call on the radio that was attached to his shirt so he didn’t have to bother holding it to his ear.
Apparently, this was too much effort for him because he parked his work truck right next to the road and wedged his sign into the door so it showed the STOP part when the door was open and the SLOW part when he swung it “closed”.
It was a lovely drive, the paloverde are blooming and the desert is filled with color.
There were occasional flashes of red from the ocotillo,
and I saw evidence of saguaro flower buds which makes me really happy.
We went through Wickenburg so we could check out the Hassayampa River Preserve. The river is fairly dry, but there were lots of birds fluttering around.
On our way back up through Skull Valley, we saw the sign for the Granite Mountain Hotshot memorial. We stopped at the viewpoint for a picture
We got out of the car at the trailhead and looked up at the 200+ stairs, then read the info boards, waved at the friendly looking Park Ranger and went to Prescott for lunch.
