Yes. This.
We’ve launched daughter & munchkin back home. After a quick rearrangement the guest bedroom is once again our office and my irk stuff is back in its appointed spot in the office closet. For another 3 weeks!! That waterfall is getting noisy. Soon I’ll be feeling the mist.
Anyhow, time for a well-earned relaxing evening.
And there’s dinner. I grilled a mahi-mahi patty with Swiss cheese and grilled pineapple for The Wife. I had a grilled salmon burger with Swiss on low-carb bread, Baken-ets, and a small avocado.
I admire your dedication to eating properly. I did pretty darn good for a long time, but have largely fallen off that wagon in the last year-plus. I hope to regain my centered state once I’m done irking. But I fear rather the opposite, as the need to stay healthy for irk will stop being a motivator.
Evening all. I earlier typed:
Nappage won easily; as long as I get my workouts 5 times a week I won’t mind missing the weekend. Sammiches sufficed for dinner, so will be heading off to bed in a couple of hours.
Oopsie, as long as the bank balance holds, a shopping spree can do wonders.
Pilot, just counting down the days now. Have a good night.
OK, that pretty much closes down the evening. Listened to three songs I could play all day (Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan, Paper in Fire by John Mellencamp, and Seven Bridges Road by the Eagles). Guess the only one left is Old Black Water by the Doobies and I can go to bed happy. Take care all and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
The visit with my niece was nice.
She was late, stayed about 4 hours, we had pizza for lunch, and talked a lot.
Though not a lot about the estate stuff. She showed me stuff she had signed and how things were supposed to be.
She brought our Christmas presents, and they are very nice.
What is confusing is that my sister sent gifts, only my niece wasn’t supposed to tell us that she did.
You stole my diamond ring, and then you gave me a sweater for Christmas?
My younger niece found stuff that is mine, stuff I had been looking for and figured got lost somewhere. Just sentimental stuff. My niece brought that with her too.
There’s also the mysterious flatware.
I had flatware at my mother’s house and I couldn’t find it. It was nice, and a pattern I really liked. My younger niece had found a bag of flatware and asked me if it was mine. I couldn’t see the pattern in the picture. My niece brought that out too. It’s not mine, it’s 18/0, made in China. It doesn’t match anything my mother ever had; nobody knows where it came from.
I guess it’s mine now. Or maybe I’ll donate it since I don’t really need it.
The GR were good.
They greeted her at the door, tails wagging, but no jumping.
Then crowded around her for a bit. I told her if they were too much to let me know, but she seemed to enjoy playing with them.
They were nice and polite when she shared her pizza crust.
I’m exhausted and it’s past my bedtime.
The Doobies are playing a concert in my town tonight, as I type this~outdoors in our Pinewood Bowl Arena, a gorgeous setting in a park bordered by prairie grasses and, well, pines.
Wish you were here! I’d buy you a Pepsi and a triple scoop butter pecan waffle cone.
I cleaned, I laundered, I napped. I ran to the Rich People Aldi for lettuce. I’m having a Wisconsin Old Fashioned, and waiting for the poke loin to finish.
Edit: Loin was good, and I was working on teaching spot to sit for pork treats.
Athough usually when I’m described it’s shop not up lifting, and “I’m positive he’s the one re-enacting The Battle Of Agincourt in the housewares section”. 
Yeah, those records might be of interest to a historian, especially if they are that old and continuous.
Heh. A Trump supporter commented on a Yahoo story about a mother of nine who was shot and killed because the flew a Pride flag.
My comment: That’s because you haven’t been paying attention. Remember when ANTIFA saved the world from a fascist dictator? (Actually two, plus an emperor.)
Antidisestablishmentarian Mon 21 Aug 2023 02:01:44 AM
The only attention they get from me is looking down the barrel of my gun. That includes zealots like you
I told him I’d reported him to the FBI as a potential domestic terrorist. Oddly, his post has disappeared. 
I’ve been “training” GG to sit up for treats. It’s been going really well, after only a year he will sit up about half the time. The rest of the time he gets so confused that he falls over into a big puddle on the floor.
Agreed, check with your local library and ask about the local Historian Society. Or ask the county if they want them, old attendance records can be priceless when it comes to decendants trying to trace life journeys. (Here in Arizona, Downwinders and their families beg for such things to be properly archived.)
I’ve been reading, but got lost in needle and thread while watching the storms pass us by.
BFF and hubs came over for burgers today and it was good to see them both. Herk is always entertaining and automatically projects his voice so Hubs can actually hear him and have a conversation. Not surprising considering that Herk is a “professional” (the band often makes enough to pay for hotel rooms, but they are really good with urban camping) punk rock singer who’s day job is construction plumbing.
While VBC is really happy that she can sleep with us now, GG still is afraid to go past the door. He’s getting better, today Hubs wanted to soak in the tub and I brought GG in to see what was happening. The poor gormless one was so conflicted, hubs was in the bathroom and he likes hubs. Hubs was in a tub of water and he likes water…but he was raised knowing that there was a monster in there and he’s just too nervous to be comfortable yet.
More nice news about the conference. The program organizer wrote, “People are really looking forward to your session. Based on feedback [presumaby of my session this year] and suggestions, we have you providing a double (1 1/2-2 hr) session.”
It’s late, I’m pretty sure nobody is up, and it’s the old MMP, so I doubt anyone will see this, but I’ll post anyway because I need advice. My leg got hugely swollen today from the thigh to below the ankle. By “hugely,” I mean the skin is tight, and the leg feels hard, like it’s made of wood. I read that it’s normal to have moderate to severe swelling, so my sister and I thought this was nothing to worry about. In looking over the info they sent with me, though it says swelling in the thigh or calf is an emergency, as it could mean a blood clot, and if it happens, to go straight to the ER. I remember now the surgeon said, “as in immediately.”
But my sister is sleeping–She was exhausted–it’s 11:30 PM, and we have no car. And I’d hate to make a big fuss over something that’s not so bad. Surely it can wait until morning since it’s been like this most of today, right? Plus how would we get to the ER? By Uber? And my sister is 8 years older than I and just wiped, so I hate to wake her.
I guess I’ll risk waiting until morning. I’m not sure I’ll sleep. though.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
Either of those would be better than the curent tapping me with the paw thing
< tap tap > “Sir.” < tap tap > Sir. < tap tap > SIR!
Graveyards are full of people - often women, unfortunately - who said the same thing.
Darling, you have your answer. GO!!!
Yes, pull up Uber/Lyft NOW on your phone. Hell, why does your sister have to be woken? How would she help? (If you’re unable to make it to the curb without her help, then … go wake her ass up!)
Do you want to lose your leg or something?! This isn’t a “gonna get better on its own” thing - or at least, I highly doubt it.
Please don’t chance it!
Are you channeling FCD?
ER! NOW!
Call an ambulance, worry about paying for it later.
You may not even have to pay.
If not an immediate call to an ambulance, call the ER and talk to the triage nurse, now. Get assistance now!