Dang.
Speaking of cleaning the fridge, I just reached waaaaay in the back and found a carton of cottage cheese with a use-by date in September. Next to it was a partial container of sliced peaches that were starting to get furry. Further perusal didn’t uncover anything else scary, so there’s that.
FCD finally got to the hospital around 5. Depending on how long it takes the paperwork, he should have his brother out of there soon. I hope.
Minor language gripe - I do not like the use of “it’s been a minute” to refer to any time period longer than a minute or so. Triggered by a phone message I just got from my “travel agent” at Princess Cruise line. She started out with “Hi, this is Morgan. It’s been a minute so I thought I’d reach out.”
No it hasn’t been a minute, it’s been over a year. And I’ll contact you when I’m ready to book another cruise, so back off! 
Just ate some non-furry leftovers. I checked on MIL - she’s still sleeping. I’ve decided on my next blanket pattern - it’s a variation on one I made for a friend’s baby. And I understand that people may like a little ventilation in their afghans, but I’m basing my choices on MIL’s constant state of freezing. I understand that’s fairly typical as people are dying, so I’m choosing patterns accordingly. They are, after all, going to Hospice.
Speaking of which, Saturday is the Hospice Festival of Trees and Daughter and I are going to take the spawn. It’s free admission, but also a fundraiser - I guess they’ll be selling stuff. I’ll take some folding money to dump in a donation bucket. I do so 
our local Hospice folks.
And back to my big pile o’yarn.
I swiffered the bedroom and the guest bedroom then stripped both beds and put on clean sheets and an extra blanket on each.
Then did a load of darks (meaning cold water wash). Took down and folded the laundry from Saturday. Then hung up the load that finished. Also working on washing dishes. Oh, and vaccumed the rugs in the spare bedroom and bathroom. Emptied all the trash cans in the upstairs into the big (not huge) garbage can in the kitchen.
Was going to make Turkey Sweet Potato Shepherds Pie but Hubs thinks I need a break so he offered to go pick up middle eastern cuisine from our fav restaurant. I’m still mulling. Waiting to hear if daughter ate before leaving Chi-town or has some food in the car or is going to stop on way or is going to eat when gets home. She left 50 minutes ago and is only on the Chicago Skyway. Well, it’s rush hour.
I have ~19 triple rolls on hand, just about par for the course at CasaRoja.
{{{Moooooooooom}}}
Went in to irk to my backlog and several minor issues. I should have things caught up by the time my cow-orker leaves for 2 weeks.
Like Moooooom, my least favorite household chore is dusting, followed closely by scrubbing the bathtub enclosure.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
And a good late afternoon to all. Swimming was swum, got all the way to 3,400 yards before wearing out (3 shifts) and came home and finally put all the clothing I washed in the proper places, so I can start filling up the laundry baskets again. Will be heading out to seek sustenance shortly, want to let the homeward bound traffic die down some. Still haven’t decided where to go, I have 10-12 Burger drive-in places within a 4-mile radius so making these decisions (and remembering where I haven’t gone in a while) occupies more of my brain cavity than it should. Probably go to Jacks (Not Jack in the Box, this is a regional chain) unless something else tempts me. Will think about gym work tonight, that much swimming wore me down a bit. Weight according to the gym scale is 204.4lbs, need to nibble on the veggies instead of the Pringles…
flyboy, nailed it.
nellie, not fond of any household chores, but probably vacuuming is the one I ignore the most, I don’t know why as it’s the simplest, it might be that I really don’t like my vacuum cleaner but don’t want to buy another one since it works fine.
FCM, been there, had to clean up after my dad, just before we had to place him in a ‘old folks home.’ Not a fun time. And I’m sure you’ll let FCD forget about his little faux pas…in about 6-7 months…
When I answered swampy’s question, I never thought it would cause a mass inventory of the MMP’s TP supply. But interesting none the least. And as for the pooping dog calendar, never heard or saw any and really don’t want to, either…
Legend, best wishes for you and for Daughter.
Shoe, appendages crossed that the letter isn’t as bad as you fear.
Oopsie, at least you got some friend-time in even if the show was so-so. And I skip garbage pickup if I only have the can half-full, I wait until I have a respectable amount of garbage to make it worth my time (maybe 15 seconds worth) to put it at the curb.
And that’s all the energy I have left for now. Will leave shortly to obtain nourishment and take it from there.
{{{{{{{FCM}}}}}}} I feel you; sending thoughts of support and will remember you in my prayers tonight.
Yay for BIL going to own apt.
Fear not! I now have 6 rolls.
It took nearly 2 years to go through the 98 rolls. Part of that time was during Covid.
Today was office decoration day. Nisse, Santas, and poinsettias; oh my.
I have broken out the holiday wear, socks, and accessories. Also oh my.
Even more oh my, holiday music loaded in the player, crafts at the ready, and Christmas cozy mysteries to read.
Wild times.
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Send rolls my way!
I seem to use almost a roll a day.
Safe travels! I hope it all goes smoothly.
We also went to the sto and got another turkey for .49 lb. We got assorted groceries and then went to the bakery for the pepperoni rolls. While I was there, I got a couple of pieces of potato candy for hubs and a chocolate cream horn for me.
I was planning on baking cookies so when we got home I left the bag of powdered sugar on the counter while I went to pee. While I was gone some kitty got on the counter and ran across the bag of powdered sugar and punched little holes in the top of the plastic bag with sharp kitten claws. I didn’t notice the holes until I grabbed the bag and carried it across the kitchen, leaving a trail of sifted powdered sugar behind me.
Jolene came with some very bad habits.
But most of us would be more than happy to share all of those things with you!
I am also the child of a depression baby and throwing food away distresses me as well. Happily, I’ve found folks out here that keep chickens and they will take most of our leftovers and scraps, just not the spicy stuff. Pico makes eggs taste bad.
I do not have an afghan or a quilt that was made for me. I have hinted and begged but everyone thought I was just saying nice things because nobody in AZ needed a warm blanket so I finally gave up and bought a quilt. Hubs freaked out when he found out how much I had paid, but quality work demands quality money.
Less than a month later, our housekeeper tripped over a cat and spilled a bucket of bleach water on it. Of course she felt bad and offered to pay for it but I took that as a sign and now all of our blankets are generic store bought stuff.
Mom used to have a lovely velvet store bought quilt, then she went to China for a couple of weeks - Dad REFUSED to go with her - and while she was gone, baby sister went out shooting and came home with a jammed gun. Not sure why she didn’t deal with it at the range, but she went into their bedroom, pointed the gun at their waterbed (in retrospect, this was a great decision) and tried to clear the jam and ended up shooting Mom’s bed.
The .45 round set the quilt on fire on its way to safely stop in the middle of hundreds of gallons of water.
The rallying cry went out WE GOTTA CLEAN THIS UP BEFORE MOM GETS HOME!!! and we all scampered around patching bed, buying and washing new bedding and driving to every department store with the wet quilted comforter and begging for something that might look close enough that she wouldn’t ask questions.
The top of the bed had been patched and all of the water had been wiped up, so the bed was dressed and Dad spent the night at baby sister’s house because he didn’t want to mess up the bed before Mom got home (and because he was lonely, there was another bed he could have used).
Mom flew in and was of course exhausted. Forgotten by everyone was the patch on the side of the waterbed from a frame failure years ago. The pressure of that .45 round hitting the bed was enough to push the patch loose and those three days of nobody using the bed was enough to allow the water to wick up through the mattress pad.
Mom showered and happily climbed into bed and that’s when we learned once again that trying to fool Mom was never going to work.
I’ve been thinking about the most dreaded household chore…and came up with nothing. We pay someone to clean and Hubs is in charge of the trash (I took it out for two weeks after his heart surgery and I’ve brought the bin in a few times when I’ve felt nicer than usual, but that is his job and I know that if I get in the habit of doing it, he will get in the habit of not doing it).
I also don’t like rearranging the pantry, but when I’m in the mood, I’m all over it. My CDO doesn’t allow my linen closet or clothes storage areas to get messy, but hubs rummages around in the food pantry on a regular basis and that’s not a hill I’m willing to die over.
Remembering to wash all of the throws can be an issue, though. I will notice that one needs to be washed and then will see that they are all covered with cat hair.
Speaking of cats, we used to support the local rescue group in AZ and sent Jolene’s shelter a nice check but our xmas tradition is to be sure that each of the critters at our local shelter gets a can of gooshy fud all to themselves.
As it happens, there are two shelters locally so Hubs looked at their wish lists and ordered things. He also made a special chewy order so we can deliver a trunk load of needed things to each place. I shouldn’t be bitchy about this, but he just sucked all of the fun out of it.
I’ve taken more than my share of risks during my life, but that’s not one I would willingly take!
Oh thank Bast!
Safe travels. I do hope that the birth goes smoothly and that your new family member arrives healthy.
You are a very good mom!!
Thank you so much. I was really worried about butting in like that, but getting a certified letter from the IRS does mean ya gotta take action.
I’m fairly sure that when you open the letter tomorrow morning while your brain is fresh will be best. It is still going to be scary, it will have all sorts of legal shit and failure codes and what not, but that is a computer generated form letter so it has to have all of that stuff.
When you finally get through to a person, they will be a stressed out government drone who doesn’t really care if you pay your taxes at all. They just care that they managed to successfully contact you and that you have agreed to do something. Now they can tell their overseers that they have completed a task.
You can do this!
Absolutely!
As long as we are talking to and about shoe, she sent me down the MMJ terp rabbit hole a while back and I was so happy at the dispensary today. I sounded like I knew what I was doing when I was asking which strain had swelling and pain reducing terps by name. Of course I didn’t know how to pronounce them until the nice budista told me and now I will always say those words with a soft WV accent.
Thanks shoe, my hip isn’t aching nearly as much as expected after the walking of the stores.
I have to slather my feet. I then pull on socks so the sheets don’t get greasy.
My nifty new podiatrist has me using skinintegra. That stuff is amazing. Works really fast and is available from Amazon.
Works well on hands as well as feet.
ooooo - please please please recipe please!!! < cute puppy eyes >
Nah - it’s truly not a big deal - more of a running joke. He knows he remembers Dec 10 for some reason but he doesn’t know why! We did have the date inscribed in one of his wedding rings (we’ve both had 3) but I don’t know if it was the one he lost or the one that sustained damage from a welding incident. The ring he’s wearing now was my paternal grandfather’s and it has his wedding date in it. But like I said - no biggie. He’s still here 41 years later and all things considered, life is good. And he did remember it’s 41 years, so there’s that.
No kidding. The original worry was because of post surgical monitoring, but since he spent the whole weekend in the hospital, they took care of that little chore. So apart from helping him sort his insurance, all we have to worry about is some followup tests/exams/something which, thankfully, will be done in the hospital in Clinton, not in DC.
Doesn’t her entertainment value make up for that?
I’ll look for that. We’ve used Moo Cream with success in the past and I recently bought an equivalent for MIL - there will be lots of it left, I’m sure…
OK, back to my crochet hooking.
I know, right? What are friends for?
They’re expressing the sentiment of, “It’s been a while.”
I’ve also encountered, and used, “It’s been a hot minute.”
That mean, “It’s been REALLY a while.”
Thank you.
It’s … roughly what I was expecting. I shall survive.
Lotsa ramen and freebie food from work, but there are worse options.
OMG this entire saga is … thank you for the cathartic laughs.
Oh, my goodness.
1a) I am so happy, it gives me all the happiez to help people in pain, and .. 2b) what’d you get?
Laundry time here m’self. Monday is “call Mom day” but she’s doing the Tesla drama .. she wanted one, my dad was dead set against it.
It’ll be silver, black interior. Ready in two weeks. Who’s surprised?
Sis in Houston is repairing the quilt that my great grandmother made for me while I was a baby. It has pieces from one of her dresses, one of Granny’s, one of Mom’s and one of mine. It was made to be used and was, hence the need for repair 60 years later.
Hubs also lost one from a welding incident. He had put it in his tool box before starting work and his paid helper opened the drawer to get something with one hand while holding the hot welder with the other. The helper didn’t offer to pay for anything because he was fired on the spot.
She’s still here 
Hubs will lean against the door sill to my room and talk to me. Jolene will meow at him and rub against his legs and then finally reach way up on the door sill to get his attention because she knows that if he’s talking he must want to pick her up and cuddle with her.
She stole both my men and I am very entertained by watching how well she has them trained.
Hubs was just FWB until that week. The way he jumped into the WE GOTTA CLEAN THIS MESS UP BEFORE MOM GETS HOME!!! mess was how we ended up here now.
I gave you the whole thing so you could laugh at the Method of Consumption.
I’ve found that the Limonene and Myrcene terps work best for me. The THC is this is higher than I like for daytime use, but I’ve done everything I need to do by now so I can just play with thread until we head to bed.
Remind me to tell you about the time the tree fell on the house while both parents were gone and I was expected to be the responsible adult.
What are your favorite colors? Team colors? something else?
I napped. I don’t remeber the dreams, but they were the usual level of weird. Having an Old Fashioned, fries, and bacon cheeseburger(with smoked Gouda) for dinner. Spot is watching the F1 race.
Well, when the small Egyptian God wants a parade with confetti when he make the parade from the couch to the offering bowl and back, you do it!
Me: < fills out whiteboard calender for December >
Roomie: “22nd Yule, 23rd Festivus, 25th Xmas, 24th..???”
Me: “Yippie Kay Yay…”
Roomie: “Motherf***er!”
I don’t mind dusting.
{{{{FCM}}}}
Because when I have a stoppage, I always look for a waterbed to clear it into. 
100
I get mistaken for a responsible adult because of my age.
Back when I was almost 60 I stepped up to be the responsible adult for a co-worker when he needed someone to be there while he was having neck surgery. I put my PTO request in for the day he was in surgery and the day after and the sups told me that I couldn’t take that time because they were going to be short handed without co-worker.
I told them why I had to have the time off and the looks of disbelief were worth spending the PTO.
That is such a sweet offer and I almost want to accept…but all of the other nice blankets died a rather ignominious death, I would hate myself for the rest of my life if I let a handmade blanket get destroyed again.
Friggin flight delays. Instead of 12:30, I’ll be getting home around 2.
But I am listening in on a really annoying-voiced young woman organizing an affair. Imagine Janice from Seinfeld.