In actuality, Swedish for ‘cat’ is just ‘katt’.
What a treat. I don’t get the charred fat on the rib-eyes that I did with the T-bone. I ate the small side of the large, thick steak and wrapped up the large side. Mi Esposa cut a rather small piece out of hers, though I didn’t look to see which part. Anyway, we both have leftover deadcow. 
Just an old man rambling…
One hot summer evening my mom and I got on the bus to go downtown. We ate dinner at King Fong’s, the first Chinese food I ever ate. After we ate we went to the Orpheum Theater and saw a movie. After the show we got back on the bus to our neighborhood. We got ice cream to eat as we walked home from the bus stop. Mine was pistachio. I ordered it because it sounded exotic.
I remember this night like it happened last week. It was sixty one years ago. I was nine years old, the same age as Ron Howard who made his debut in this film. The movie was The Music Man. As I sat in my recliner this evening it started up on TCM. I poured a glass of wine and am watching it, all the while remembering a wonderful, hot summer night with Mom. As usual, the dust will come off the ceiling fan right into my eyes…
Got way behind while this irk thing has been keeping me busy 12+ hours/day. Oh well, not for much longer.
Read many, not all of the thread to date. Can’t begin to comment on everything that deserves comments or {{hugs}}.
Southern California on the beach. Froze my ass off until I was ~23 and moved to the tropics.
I’ve always said: “I only bitch about the cold when it gets down into the 80s”
We have 2 (or 3 on the big jets) knobs as thermostats for various sections of the passenger cabin. And one more knob just for us. Which single knob needs to keep two or three of us happy, one of whom is fat, the other skinny, and one of whom is sitting on the sunny side and one in the shade. Like in a car, we have several vents around our personal space that we can increase or decrease flow to try to be happy(er) about whatever compromise temp is reached.
It might be a less than vast pond, but you’ll be a very, very large fish in it. And deservedly so.
When I lived in L.A., I’d be freezing if the temperature got down to 45º. (My girlfriend, in L.A., got pneumonia when it got down to 42º.) Up here, I’m likely to be wearing shorts (albeit with a long-sleeve T-shirt) at that temperature.
Evening all. Have done pretty much nothing in the last few hours outside of eating my usual 2sday Mac-n-Cheese dinner. Still in the 80’s outside but still quiet on the fireworks front, although my cross-street neighbor is having family and friends over (lots of cars and kids) so they might set off a few firecrackers tonight. Long as the kids don’t stay up past 1am…
Pilot, thanks for the info. I always thought the cabin temperature is too low, but don’t have much of a vote on it. Maybe you could get a job with Qatar Airlines, it’s almost always over 85F there…
hippy, that’s a lovely story.
Oopsie, saw a production of 1776 when I was in College and always liked the movie, so I hope this interpretation meets with your approval. Always think of one particular line in it when a certain politician speaks (unfortunately, he gives the same answer as John Adams does and he is no John Adams…) Ah, here it is: Will someone shut that man up?! | 1776 - YouTube
Going to watch some tele-vision now, to make the big bucks I pay DirectTV worth it. Have a good evening all.
95 ferrets here, going up to 96. We were promised 100. Rip off
69 Ferret Height here.
Explosions happening, and sunset is still three hours away.
And the artillery has started. Spot is unimpressed.
I had that, but with bonus ear flip:
Nope, and that’s okay. I figure carnut is unusual enough and you don’t know my many other nicknames. Besideds, I haven’t been in the habit of posting in the MMP, usually just reading.
Library Lady, I’m still pulling for you to get that Mpls job so you can hang out down here. But good going on the one in Fargo North. Decoder.
Autoball?
Huh? .
Very cute ear flap. Saucy wench!
Car = Auto
Nut = Testicle = Ball
Well he’s a dude, so…
I am not only female, but have no balls. Mind you, ovaries are what testicles start out as, but I’ve had my ovaries removed.
Carnut is because I’ve spent much of my adult spare time being nuts about sportscar racing. Really. I’ve been a volunteer in the sport for over 40 years. The avatar is because one thread here asked us to imagine what our names looked like and I immediately thought of toddlers flinging snack cereal and goldfish around a car’s interior. Those stale bits could also be called carnuts. You know, beer nuts for toddlers. All this is to say that autoball very far off the mark for me. Jes’ saying. I also like novels, food (both preparing and eating), gardening, cats, conservation, and good design.
I have a great imagination. I know that many here do as well. So consider me throwning down a MMP name gauntlet. Have at you!
Happy Moonday!
No park today as I had an appointment with the podiatrist.
As I expected, I have Plantar Fasciitis. Also shin splints and still tissue damage from when I twisted my ankle.
I have a boot to wear for 2 weeks, and if I’m not better, I have to go back in.
There are exercises I need to do daily. He said the muscles in my legs and feet are very tight and that is where a lot of the pain is coming from.
I was also offered a shot in the heel of my foot and that was no, just no.
I was already feeling not well, and in pain, and that would have been just too much.
I don’t even want my feet/ankles touched right now. Sticking a needle in my heel?
It was hot and humid today, with thunder boomers off and on.
Many are happy about the rain, as yards were turning brown.
That is one nice thing about having weeds, no matter how dry it gets, my yard is always lush and green.
I have Asiatic Dayflowers along the fence. I like them, even if they are weeds.
I think it’s Oxalis, not buttercups in the yard. I’m going to have to take a better look.
Or they could be Mock Strawberries.
We cut down the Queen Anne’s lace because the GR were chewing on it and it’s toxic to dogs.
Lots and lots of Broadleaf Plantains. I hate them, but they aren’t going anywhere.
And, of course, clover. I would be okay with all clover.
We have a lot of lightning bugs this year. They are everywhere, which is nice to see.
One pair of cardinals, same as every year. Not many robins, I think they have moved on to safer places.
Dive bombing Echo is a stupid thing to do. If they had left her alone, they could have nested in peace.
I don’t know what those other tiny birds are out there, but they are noisy af. The neighbor and I were trying to talk the other day and we couldn’t hear each other over the birds.
The GR are coming along. They have switched up a bit. Rayleigh used to be the bold one, now he is acting shy and Misiu is being bold.
Rayleigh is also being a bit of an ass about house training.
He got a little scared tonight though. He started to lift his leg, at the exact moment my son yelled NO, the lights went out and thunder cracked.
He hauled ass right over to me.
I’ve been sitting outside a lot with them. I’d prefer they have their zoomies outside.
My poor son.
I bought a carpet shampooer recently.
He shampooed the upstairs hall.
That night, both GR had diarrhea, and so he shampooed it again.
The next day, he went upstairs to the bathroom and Rayleigh followed him up. When he came out of the bathroom, Rayleigh was sitting by the present he left for him.
I think my son was heading for a meltdown.
My carpet has never been so clean.
I have never had so much trouble housebreaking a puppy.
He’ll go outside, and we tell him how wonderful he is. He totally gets going outside, off the deck, and go in the yard.
Then he comes in and will walk right in front of us and pee on the floor.
And acts proud of himself when he does it.
He’s not stupid, he picks up on other stuff pretty quickly.
I don’t quite get what we are doing wrong.
I bought a new walker for myself.
I debated spending the money. It’s taller, so you stand upright, and it has bigger wheels so it’s easier to go over rough ground.
All my friends said to go for it, because even if I only need it for a few weeks now, as I get older, I’ll probably need it again. It’s not like it’s going to go bad or anything.
The estate was supposed to be settled by June 30, and of course nothing.
What a surprise!
Happy Toosday!
Happy 4th of July!
It’s been not too hot, overcast, and now rainy today.
We got most of the tree cut down out back that I’ve been wanting to get rid of. The trunk is still standing because the tree grew through the fence and I think the trunk is the only thing holding up that section of fence.
I didn’t finish posting yesterday, it got late and I was tired. We went up to bed and Misiu was acting weird. His breathing was loud which can be normal for a Shar Pei. They snore, snort, and make all kinds of weird noises. What concerned me was that he wouldn’t relax. He kept moving around and would start to lay down, then get up and try somewhere else, and then move around some more. I had pulled a piece of paper towel out of his mouth, and I didn’t know if he had something stuck in his throat.
Off to the emergency vet, where he eventually settled down and went to sleep. Nothing wrong at all.
We got home 2 and a half hours later and $170 poorer.
I slept in until after 9 this morning.
I found out from the paperirk that his birthday is wrong on his chip, I’m not sure how to fix it.
He is up to 29 pounds, though.
The boot is annoying, but I walk better and don’t feel so off balance with it on. As long as I have a shoe on my other foot too.
I heard from Cerby’s new dad yesterday. He is doing pretty well but there are a few issues that they are working on. He’s friendly with new people he meets, which I think is a huge step forward. Cerby really likes to go swimming and he says Cerby jumps off a three-foot wall into the deep water to paddle around. He doesn’t like to be brushed, and he doesn’t like going into the kennel. He shows his teeth to both of them. We never had trouble the few times we crated him, but he snapped at Niece2 or her ex-bf when they crated him.
This man isn’t afraid of him, and has the patience to irk with him, so I think it’ll be okay.
Thank you CatGlove for the heads up about Sheetz. We ran out to get gas, I was down to a quarter tank. I usually avoid Sheetz, because it is in the scuzzy part of town, but worth it for the savings today. Of course, the place was packed, with people lined up out onto the highway. Only one screaming match, not sure who exactly, but some woman was going off on a crack head. The police showed up and everything went quiet.
We blew the savings at Sonic. My son has been wanting to get the GR their first pup cup. It was kind of good timing though, we got home just before 9, and the fireworks were starting. We gave them the pup cups on the deck, so hopefully they will associate all the noise with something good to eat. Rayleigh is a chow hound, he dove right in. Echo doesn’t like loud noises, she isn’t afraid, she just doesn’t like it. You could see the irritation on her face. Misiu was okay. I could tell he didn’t like the noise, but he wasn’t nervous or afraid.
On bad news, we have a mouse again, and I need to buy a new washer. It’s only nine years old, but it was pretty cheap. I found a washer I like online, but it says cold water only. I don’t know if that means I can only use cold water in it, or if the energy used is if you use cold water only.
I’m too tired to worry about it tonight.
Tomorrow is my MRI, so that doesn’t look to good either for online washer shopping.
Good Luck tomorrow Cookie
Going under always scares the crap out of me.
{{{Ace}}}
I’m sorry you are going through so much.
If you don’t have insurance the hospital should be able to set you up with a social worker who will help you fill out all the forms for whatever aid you can get. I didn’t have insurance when I had my heart attack and I was given info before I was released. The forms I had to fill out made me want to cry, it was like 25 pages of stuff. That is what the social worker is for, we sat together and she filled out the forms, explaining what she needed and why. Medicaid picked up part of the bill, Maryland picked up part of the bill, the hospital had a fund that paid part of the bill, and some charges were waived. I ended up paying about $6000 of a $52,000 bill, in easy monthly installments.
As far as your hubbie’s nastiness is concerned, try not to take it personally. When my father had his heart attack, he got so nasty to me. The doctor told my mother a lot of times patients will take their anger out on one person. It was so bad that my mother told me to stop coming over because she was afraid he was going to have another heart attack because of his rage towards me.
It’s not logical, or reasonable, but it is what some people do.
My father calmed down after a while, and I’m sure your husband will too.
I think it’s hard for men, especially men of a certain type, to suddenly have to face their mortality and realize they are not as big and strong as they once were, or thought they were. He’s gone from being the man of the family, the bread winner, the supporter. That is a lot of emotional, mental, and physical adjustment dumped on him in a short period of time.
It’s also a huge adjustment for you, so cut yourself some slack too.
It’s no fun when your world has been turned upside down.
{{{Nellie}}}
I don’t know what to say, girl. It sounds a mess.
Glad you made it home safely, Ooopsie.
I have more so respond to, but it is almost 11 and I am wiped out tired.
I hope everyone is staying safe.
I’m inside watching television, PBS from Kansas City, a performance by their symphony orchestra. They are currently on the finale, the 1812 Overture.
On July 2nd, 1977 I was at Ft. Lewis Washington, and there was a joint holiday performance by the US Army band and a band from the Canadian unit at our post. They concluded with the 1812 Overture, and they had real 105’s for the cannon segment. Loudest sound I’ve ever heard. They were far enough off that you could see the guy jerk the cord before the sound reached you, and you could try and put your hands over your ears. It didn’t help.
I felt sorry for the Canadian guys, they were wearing those tall bearskin hatsl. When they left the stadium the first thing they did was take them off, only to put them back on when the crown rushed out and begged to let them take pictures.
One last try and I give up. I went hiking today. Bob came with me. Here’s a friggin’ video, maybe.
Hi Bob!
Bob is gorgeous.