Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 20c/68f with a predicted high of 25c/78f and partly cloudy. Weather app says “A fucking optimist would say it’s partly sunny outside. Fuck that optimist”. Fair enough, it’s overcast but hot. Me no likey.
I was up reasonably early to get the cats sorted out so everyone’s got food, fresh water and clean littler trays. Then onto the important job of the day, putting dye on my hair. I could have done it yesterday but it would have interfered with my plans for slothage, so I saved that job for this morning. The dye stays on for 45 minutes then gets washed off, now I have to get my hair dried as I’ve got a meeting in 25 minutes! No pressure…
What odd things have you been putting off until the last minute?
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 78 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 96 and N.O.S. for the day. I foresee some quality cee-mint pond time today to include sloth, nappage, and day drinkin’. I also need to get a ‘script refilled, so I shall call the pharmacy when it opens to see about that. This will involve havin’ to leave da cave. ICK! Sup shall be boxed lasagna (don’t judge!), sallit, and cheesey garlic bread cause 'tis easy.
Now that I am a RDOS, I guess I don’t maybe exactly put stuff off ‘til the last minute. It’s more like I don’t want to do it now, so I’ll do it later. Stuff like renewin’ car tags etc. is so super easy this day in time even if I wait until a week before it never feels rushed. I do have to renew my DL before my bday next month, so I guess that is kinda time sensitive. However, I can do the paperirk stuff for that online and even make an appointment to go to DDS (Department of Driver’s Services, Jawja speak for DMV) so that ain’t too bad.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Yard work has been getting put off of late, mostly because it’s been stoopit hot here. Every time I look at the ditch, I think maybe I’ll get out there. Hasn’t happened so far. And I think part of the reason is my little episode happened when working on the ditch - is that superstition or unnecessary frettage?
I do have a few chores today that I’ll try not to put off. I need to call and cancel an appointment for FCD. I need to talk to MIL’s nurse about respite care. And I need to return the pants MIL had ordered, but I’m not going to tell her about the $10 fee for return postage. She’ll never know anyway since she doesn’t get paper bank statements and couldn’t read them anyway.
I heard her asking FCD last night about her bank balance and to get her some cash to replace what she spent in Indiana, because apparently she needs $200 in her purse, even tho she never shops (mainly because there’s not a Costco nearby!!)
I don’t know if I ever mentioned, but in the months before he died, FIL was constantly counting the money in his wallet, sometimes 10 or more times in a row as he sat. He never had need to spend any, but he counted anyway (I think it was $13 - a ten and 3 ones.)
I was going to start a thread about lying liars who lie, specifically weather-guessers. Nary a drop fell overnight, but now the weather channel site is saying it’ll rain this morning. Like I’m going to fall for that again!!! Plus it was 78° when I let Higgs out, on the way to 87°, if those lying liars are to be trusted. HAH!!! Not that it matters - I doubt I’ll go anywhere today.
Thus endeth my morning moan. Time to read Not Always Right. Onward!!
We’re having new wills drawn up. I need to do that paperwork.
Saw a Tesla Cybertruck on the street yesterday. It looked like a 1967 Star Trek TOS shuttlecraft as rendered in metal shop by my middle school friends. Laughably clunky.
Good Monday morning all. Just left Charlotte as I woke up, my breakfast order (pancakes) has been taken and will be ready in about a half-hour, so will catch up with y’all. Train is now scheduled to be about a half-hour late to Washington, DC, we’re running 90 minutes late now so that might be optimistic. Need to double check my transport from station to hotel (pretty sure it’s right on the Metro line) and get all re-packed. Hopefully the car attendant will get the overhead bed stowed away while I am eating.
Speaking of sleep, I was abed for 8 hours, but there was constant shuffling and changing positions all night, so how much actual sleep I got is still to be determined. Feel pretty good now, however.
As for boo fae’s question, I do keep my house pretty clean, no stacks of dishes and the garbage goes out on a regular basis, but getting me to mop/sweep/vacuum can be a chore sometimes.Tend to ‘just do it’ when I realize it needs doing, then forget about it again.
OK, getting close to breaking fast time, will communicate further as we near the end of the line. Have a good week all.
I have needed to dye my hair as its been years. I am apprehensive because of the falling out. I suppose if they comb gently but they like to be rough.
Boxed lasagna! I loved that; can’t find it anywhere.
Its 75 no rain. My phone does that also, saying it will rain and it doesn’t.
I think they’re are covering their butts; if it doesn’t rain, you’re happy; if it rains when they didn’t warn you, you mad.
Except it’s been so dry here, we need a good, soaking rain. We drove past several corn fields yesterday, and there were so many brown, dried up stalks. WE NEED RAIN!!!
Mornin’ all! And a happy Moanday it is! Now 30 minutes after sunrise and the sun is hiding behind the puffy clouds over the water for a few more minutes yet. Then I’ll be chased indoors. NWS says its now 80/27 on the way to 89/32. I’ve been balconatin’ and caffinatin’ for about 90 minutes now while wearing (as usual) nearly nothing in the warm and cozy all-embracing tropical air. The day promises to be intermittently showery for somebody.
What do I put off? Damned near everything. Even stuff I enjoy. Dum-bass thing to do, but there you go. They say admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery. I’m a whiz at that first step, but always seem to get stuck somewhere before the second step. IOW: “I’ll start working on my procrastination problem … tomorrow.”
I never did get sheveled nor leave the apartment yesterday. I did end up cooking a nice scratch dinner at home, my first. A 16oz ribeye, a cob of elderly corn, and a decent start through a bottle of good Amarone. All enjoyed on the balcony. But true to form I started cooking at 8pm, while I actually prefer eating my dinners closer to 5pm. And the meal lacked the green veg and mushrooms to sauteé that I’d intended to buy at the store had I managed to shevel and leave the apartment. For want of a nail …
OTOH, at 11pm just pre-bed and with a couple glasses of wine aboard I did muster the gumption to get all my dinner cooking and eating mess cleaned up, everything into the dishwasher and started, stove & counters wiped clean, and the trash taken to the chute down the hall. So I guess I did leave my apartment after all, if only for two minutes.
I despise waking up to some post-dinner wreckage. Such a dispiriting way to start the day. So once in awhile I can avoid procrastination. But that sure seems to be the exception that proves the rule. Sigh.
As a result of my slothage yesterday, my today now has 5 administrivia phone calls, 2 online actions, and three IRL errand stops. Plus the pilot pal I went to Panamá with will get home from irk later today and wants to meet for dinner and yaks in the late afternoon / evening. At least some of that shit won’t happen.
As to the last of y’all yesterday …
You’re praising the wrong aviation dude. But we both know what / who you meant.
My own formulation for this decidedly non-MPP topic is simple.
The hard right draws entirely from the cowards. They fear anything slightly different from their own narrow and crabbed experiences. Conformity is their highest virtue.
As a result they are putty in the hands of anyone willing to fan their fears. And they will approve of anything, anything that they are told will protect them from the bogeymen so carefully planted in their fear-filled brains. It’s not logic, it’s pure primitive fight-or-flight carefully stage-managed to drive them over an emotional cliff.
The general nature of humanity is that 1/4 of people are highly susceptible to this treatment and another 1/4th can be goaded into it given sufficient effort by their would-be leaders. We’ve now suffered through about 30 years of intense such effort here in the USA. Which effort is now bearing its baleful fruit in full measure.
As to this morning’s posts …
Nope. Wise caution IMO.
But …
As if July will be cooler than June? I know temperatures are kinda variable in the mid-latitudes; I sure lived that world both at work and in St. Louis for decades. But if I had to bet whether next week will be hotter than last week, I’ll take that bet for every day from now until about August 15th. I won’t win every one, but I’ll win most of them.
Late Aged MIL always wanted about $200 in fives. (She also loved BJs which is Costco by any other name.) By carrying only fives she was immune to the scam where you hand the clerk a 20 and they claim it was just a five. Something she’d heard about as another of those “con men prey on the elderly everywhere all the time” scare stories. This was back in ~1975 when she was a mere stripling of about 50 but was eagerly adopting the full stereotypical “senior citizen” persona as fast as she could manage. Somehow this one story reached into her very core and made her afraid; very afraid.
She also wanted to keep two blank checks. So of course she promptly lost one and confabulated that she’d written it to Walgreens for some COD delivery that somehow never got cashed. We found the missing blank check mooshed up in the back of her desk drawer after she’d died. We’d all pawed through the stack of random detritus and paperwork she kept in that drawer more than once, but had never taken absolutely everything out at once and opened every envelope within an envelope within an envelope. As her bookkeeper I knew it was never used and wasn’t greatly worried that it ever would be.
Sigh. I miss the old girl; at least in her condition before the last few months where she was increasingly losing it and (legitimately) scared shitless of that eventuality. She never approached anything like FCM’s MIL’s state, and for that we are grateful for our and her sake’s and deeply sympathetic to all the FairyChat’s for their ongoing ordeal. {{Hugs}} dear; you need 'em.
That is one of the finest descriptions I’ve ever read. Well done!!
All true.
But the rest of the story is they’re not predicting that it will rain on you. They’re predicting whether it will rain anywhere at all within about 50 miles of their office. So an area of almost 8000 square miles. If it rains at all in that space, they were right. Even if you couldn’t even see the cloud from wherever you are.
As to me …
It’s now late enough that telephone customer “service” is opening; time for me to get my adminstrivia in gear.
Cold. Bloody cold. Only mitigation being the shortest night of the year.
I’ll accept it’s not what you lot would define as cold. Or even recognise as cold. It’s not “look at this glass of liquid propane @ -43C” Canadawegian style. I’m at the top of a peninsular with Sydney Harbour on both sides a bit less than a km away. So we don’t get frosts and very rarely fogs.
The car’s control system beeped on the way to work and informed me it was 4C outside. Buggered if I know what that means to how I’m supposed to drive. Or the car’s performance.
It does mean my two loads of washing put on the line on Sunday still haven’t properly dried. In the past week several well known “cold” places have experienced June record lows, a lot more have been the coldest in decades.
I’ve put off doing my will. I know who gets what. I’m just too lazy to put it on paper. Today is N.O.S. and not hoomid and the high temp is supposed to be 83 ish. Going to the chiro then the gym then sloth.
On US cars that signal is meant as the temperature where road ice might be found, and especially on bridges and overpasses. Which due to nighttime radiative cooling and their design can create ice from dew that remains ice long after air temps have rewarmed above freezing and despite there being no frozen precip on the ground in general.
So you’re cruising along on dry roads, enter a bridge and suddenly whammo! You find an ice patch and are into the guard rail.
Please tell about your trip, every chance you get! I’m so excited for you getting to do a long train trip. If you’re ever in the California Zephyr, please let me know a few days ahead of time and I’ll come down to the Lincoln, Nebraska station and hand you in a goodie basket and maybe a hug or two. Nothing weird, cookies, some crosswords, a good sandwich from a local place and some Diet Poopsie. I don’t think they have that on the trains, just Coke. Special orders would be accepted.
I’ve sat in one. They are large vehicles with a fairly huge passenger compartment. Don’t forget it’s really a 4-door pickup truck, not a sedan or family wagon.
So think of it as a 4-door modern pickup truck dressed up for Halloween as a space ship and you’ve got the idea of the interior and the exterior.
