Had shevelment, then usual breakfast here, then Dopering. Mini-groccage was done, more Dopering, and little else since. Asked the jungle to send me a real dead-tree book. One of my challenges is there’s substantially zero overlap between the books I want to read and those a public library might be inclined to buy.
Someone in another thread suggested it was Martini time and I think he is not wrong. A bit earlier than usual for me, but my shift is over, so why not?
Cheers!
p.s. Another vote that it was really mean for shoe to leave us in suspense about whatever new irkly adventure she’s embarked upon. Enquiring minds and all that.
…….. If IRC, he started on an antibiotic recently for an UTI. A rash like that could be a sequelae of antibiotic use. If he will let you, take a picture of the rash and note the specifics of the antibiotic (name, strength, length of treatment, what day of antibiotic course the rash appeared)to tell any providers about the next time they want to treat him with an antibiotic. If it is a reaction to this antibiotic, the next time he takes it, the reaction could be much worse. If he is in any respiratory distress in addition to the rash, get him to urgent care whether he wants to or not, wheezes, shortness of breath on exertion,etc. If it is just the rash is uncomfortable, dose him with over the counter diphenhydramine. Make a note in your phone what the antibiotic is-consider telling your pharmacist about this rash reaction, for his drug allergy file……
Score one for grizzled cranky night nurse Boo. Yeah, with the month I’ve had (which I haven’t had the time or bandwidth to tell you’all about…later) I need any success I can find.
Good find with the generic Benadryl. I can’t believe people ever buy name brand when there is that kind of differential. If I knew enough math I’d figure out the per pill price difference-not in my beleaguered brain’s wheelhouse today. It’s a damn useful med and good to have on hand. Hope those naps and snoozes happen for FCD.
I feel your pain. My living in the heart of the deep red ‘publican heartland doesn’t help. Occasionally I suggest to my library they buy a book-sometimes they do. My rep with them is fairly good-they like what I do for their branch circulation figures. Plus that’s where I teach my refugee literacy classes so I get credit for bringing in potential customers week after week. Of course the drawback is they may buy a book I suggest, but after they let me check it out first, I still have to give it back after 3 weeks.
I’m responsible for two grandkidlets through bedtime but I may hit up a gin n’ tonic as soon as I get home. It’s been that kinda day, week and month. I rarely do that (drinking alone) but it may be called for. I’ll lift my glass to my Mumper stalwarts when I do, as long as you’all don’t mind being toasted by misanthropic old dames in their nightgowns, sitting in their dark house watching Netflix.
I may not be able fall asleep, gin be damned, unless she comes by and tells us.
It’s extremely simple. Very sad, but extremely simple. Their mind contains only one thought:
I want _______ right now.
Like a shark that swims endlessly from birth to death: fins left, fins right, fins left, fins right, these people wander around thinking “I want ____ right now” and the only thing that changes is what they want. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, else occurs between their ears. “I want that woman right now.” What she wants simply does not exist; it’s literally unthinkable. What anyone else wants or thinks also doesn’t exist; that’s literally unthinkable too. They’re simply reptiles in human form.
Two hours cleaning/working, three hours weeding/trimming, now serving as contractor’s scamper monkey (“Hey, would you run another screwdriver up this ladder to me?”).
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated and then it was back to da cave for sammiches and nappage. That is pretty much all that has been accomplished today. All this talk of gin, however, makes me want to make a martini and/or a gin ‘n tonic (what?) and sit out on the back porch to wait on a possible incomin’ storm.
Boo if we can handle a grumpy old man drinkin’ on the back porch we can certainly handle a misanthropic old dame in her nightgown watchin’ Netflix in the dark. Heck, sometimes it’s a grumpy old man in shorts and a tshirt watchin’ Netflix in the dark.
Lily sounds like an awful lot of doin’s goin’ on at your place!
MOOOOOOM glad FCD has new meds and Ben. Hope he’s feelin’ better soonest. I am allergic to sulfa drugs, but did not know it until I took said sulfa drug and developed a rash. I ended up with a course of Prednisone which I do not recommend. It worked a treat on the rash but I was even more sullen, snarly, and grouchy than usual.
If you’ve not tried one, a Gimlet is an excellent porch drink. Ideally all the ingredients start out fridge or freezer cold, but you can make it on the rocks or shaken then strained.
One part gin (or vodka)
one-half part Rose’s sweetened lime juice
one-half part fresh-squeezed lime juice if you’re a purist or Reallime juice freshly squeezed from the squeeze bottle if you’re not. I’m not.
So I usually start with a 1.5 oz standard shotglass of the gin and then refill the same measure roughly 50/50 with the two lime juices. Oh heck, sometimes I start with 2 or 2-1/2 shots of gin and one each of the two juices.
Glad that FCD got a change of meds and some benedryl in him Mooooooom.
Did the Sunday chores, worked on the wedding album and had a Sunday dinner of chicken tortilla soup ('twas good). Now to relax before it’s time to start the cycle all over again.
My girls are not here for dinner. We decided to go simple. I bought two small pizza crusts and prepped all of the fixings. This way we both end up with the pizza we want Hers was hamburger, sausage, pepperoni, onion and cheese. Mine was hamburger, sausage, pepperoni, cremini mushrooms, red bell pepper, onion, black olive and cheese. We had ice cold Mexican beer. It was a great dinner
Contractor will return later this week to finish a couple of jobs. We went out for pizza. I need to write out my notes for a med visit tomorrow and install the shades and bulbs in the new hall fixture tonight.
Evening all. Dinner at Logan’s Roadhouse has been consumed and is being assimilated as I type. Need to give brother a call here when I finish typing this, see how they are doing. Also need to make the weekly list for the coming week, only major item is my dental appointment on Tuesday, rest of it should be the usual stuff. Rain still hasn’t shown up today, the Weather Wizards are now promising we’ll get wet between 7:30-10:00pm tonight. Taking that with a grain of salt given they haven’t been close this whole weekend. So reading and internetting until bedtime comes.
Cupcakes,
Been a history teacher and a reader of history for all my life; individuals, families, communities, states and countries thinking killing certain people and causing their families problems as a solution is the ‘right’ thing to do, and there is no sign that humanity has outgrown this practice over the past several thousand years. Pity.
Best my diminishing math skills can determine, it is about 700% more expensive (divided numbers by 2 and then multiplied by 100 so if you get $1.00 generic it will cost you $7.00 Name Brand).
OK, that’s all for tonight. Take care all and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
Hubs is slicing up hamburger toppings and came in and hand fed me a slice of avocado while noting that I was stitching and didn’t want to get my hands dirty.
A number of years ago, Mrs. Cincinnatus brought one pitcher, then a second, of a new thing to me: gimlet. Mmmmm, I thought. It was hot outside and my neighbor and I were sitting on the grass chatting. And finished the pitchers…
After the second pitcher I noticed my neighbor wobbling home. A lightweight, I thought.
Then when I tried to go toward the back door I had to hold onto the grass to keep from falling off of the world.
They are said to have that name for the devastating penetrating impact they have on your ability to walk. They taste like nothing yet they pack a wallop. I’m having a 2-shotter right now. Bed is about 10 steps from here so I’m not greatly worried about walking.
Our evening was pleasant. A 4-block walk to a bar / restaurant which is informal but has surprisingly nice food and much better than average wines by the glass. It’s a bit of a hangout for college and immediately post-college women, but don’t tell Her Ladyship.
Usually we’re sitting outside where the 20-something drunken revelry is quieter, but a t-storm was wandering our way and with thunder increasingly overhead Her Ladyship wanted indoors. She’s not as weather sophisticated as I; unlike last night this place’s outdoor seating was on the downwind side of the building and would have been bone dry. But indoors it is. The better to watch the 20-somethings; oh, the sacrifices I make. Sigh. Such a waste.
Anyhow an adequate chardonnay and a nice grilled Mahi over spicy shrimp-fried rice did the trick. Topped with a scotch bonnet and mango pico de gallo. Yum. Managed to control the amount of rice I ate, but probably still a bit too much for my battle-damaged pancreas.
The rain outside began as we got our drinks inside. The main body of the cell passed a bit north of us and so everything got hosed down nicely, but not flooded. By the time we were done eating it had moved on. So we walked home looking at a clear blue sky, bright orange clouds lit by a setting sun behind us, and a bit of light sprinkling while thunder played in the distance. About ideal.
Now it’s past bedtime. And yet I type. What is wrong with that? I know, there’s still a bit of Gimlet to finish.
I cleaned. I did 2 loads of laundry(whites, and pet towels). I watched the afternoon thunderstorm. I went and bought a sack of potatoes. I napped. I dreamed my supervisor(played by Wilmer Valderrama kept running into me all over town. and Blue belt was running past my back door, and I was loading it while on a flatbed trailer. then I was working, but the whole hub had moved into a nice clean, shiny airport. Then one of the belts broke.
I was an iconoclast, and had a Wisconsin Old Fashioned(not that there isn’t a time or place where gin is inappropriate)
and drinking gin and tonics? that’s a feature, not a bug.
Nope, I still have the cannon. The good news is that I recently spoke with its owner, who is still struggling with physical & mental issues but is doing much better than he was. He promised to make arrangements to get it soon but I’m not holding my breath.
