I’ve been on local TV several times that I know of. I wear the whole outfit, including a hood and wimple which really limits my vision so there were probably other times I didn’t notice. I brought rolled chicken tacos to one of the big protests and noticed that the capital guards came back for seconds.
I like knowing that armed men are looking out for me, so made it a habit to feed the guards twice a week. (Wednesdays and Sundays) In return, they cone off the closest gimp parking spot for me and make sure that my spot under the tree is always open.
The capital is within walking distance of the Ohio river, so despite the shade, mostly I just stand there and swelter.
I’m actually on Bluesky and do look at it during my allotted time for that. I don’t post because if I did, someone would likely reply and then down that time sink rabbit hole I would go.
Dude. There’s always time for whoopy! How come your mind is out of the gutter today? Are you feeling OK?
Happily, it isn’t that bad. I can access everything still, I just can’t send or receive. We think that will go away soon so tomorrow I’m going to just mass move entire folders to outlook and weed things out there. Besides making a mess in the kitchen, I did spend some time planning the easiest way to do it.
And also came up with a needlepoint plan. If I step foot in a needlepoint store, I am allowed to buy something. I am also allowed to buy the yearly mystery piece because of tradition and I can shop the ANG auction because that’s for a good cause.
I have one entire closet filled with bins of needlepoint kits, patterns and threads. If that’s not enough to keep me going until I die, well that’s just bad life choices on my part.
This is why I would have felt comfortable calling. Our regular haunts remember us because we are like you. They like us or at least they like our money. Every time we’ve left something at a regular place, they set it aside for us. One time Hubs called because he had left his phone and the waitress volunteered to drop it by on her way home from work.
I hope this doesn’t sound as bad as I think it does, but I am really struggling with the WV version of Spanglish. For some stoopid reason, I never considered the part about the accents involved and its just kicking my butt.
Hubs resisted hearing aids until he learned that the ones the VA hand out can be paired with his tech toys. Its like having built in head phones but better because he can adjust everything to his liking.
I find that really hard to believe. I’m sure someone will change their mind in the middle of the night and then you will get to start all over. (still remembers the mystery re-decorator - the jerk)
Please talk to me about hydrangeas. I see them everywhere which tells me that they thrive here. How much fussing do they need? How long do they take to get big? I’ve been told that the dirt determines the colors, can you amend the soil to get different colors? Are they messy? Can you prune them to keep them smallish like a hedge?
And… out of computer time.
I will share that Jolene knows her audience. If Hubs is in the room, she climbs the back side of the three foot tall scratching tree like she’s scaling a vertical rock wall, every move is an effort, she’s just a little bitty kitty and oops, her foot just slipped and now she’s hanging sideways and needs help.
Of course he reaches out and helps and gives her skritches and attention when they have gotten her in the crows nest.
If it’s only me in the room, she just jumps.