It was hot, humid, the SSLAWS kept breaking,and my sinuses had me hacking more than a Jason Vorhees/Lizzie Borden romcom. But life can’t be all rainbows and unicorns*. Naptime
especially if you have a dog. 
*unless you do a lot of acid, then maybe it can be. 
Morning all. Apparently Thorsday is my sleep-in day, was abed until nearly 8am and am still waking up. Glad I took the garbage out last night (so of course the collectors haven’t been here yet…). Just got a call from the leak detectors, they had a cancellation and they’ll be here sometime today. So hopefully we can get this bad boy pinned down.
shoe, the smiles told the story; people like to be complimented, especially when it’s obviously an honest comment. And loved the surprise at the end (tie-dye top reveal). Unfortunately, with the rain around I couldn’t see the full moon.
Had that happen last year after the problems I had, ended up not paying a water bill for 5 months! We’ll see what the damage is this time, might also check with my home insurance company.
Real Fish, glad the therapy session was productive, both for you and CtE.
True enough guys. I’ve always been a fan of Mycroft Holmes (from the A Conan Doyle Sherlock Holmes series). He belonged to the Diogenes Club, which was solely made up of 'the most unclubable men in London". Always thought I would be a good member of that…
OK, need to make myself presentable for company and be about the day. all y’all take care now.
Good morning! It’s a bit chillier than yesterday here. It’s currently 51F/10C here in Nashville and rainy. It’s a good day to be inside doing inside things. Sadly, that won’t be my fate today. Not that I have a lot outside the house, and I’m hoping the rain stops before I have to leave. Among the various things I have going on, a lot are appointments. I usually just pull out a general To Do List, jot down the high points. Last night, I had to pull out a schedule To Do List to make sure I don’t miss anything. I have it on all on my online calendar, but my paper lists help me focus a bit more, help me slip things in here and there.
One of the To Dos I have listed for today is to start making planning notes for how I want to be better organized - the things I want to try to get done daily/weekly/monthly, ways to make that happen, ways to get the family involved in keeping up with things. I’m using my Brain Dump pad to get a bunch of that stuff down. The problem has always been getting it from planning stages to actually initiating it.
I was proud of them for telling their therapist too. It’s something they’ve struggled with in the past, sharing both the good and the bad. I think they’re starting to recognize that being honest with their therapist won’t cause anyone to think less of them but that it will let them get the help they need.
It’s not so much forgetting my daily meds - I’ve gotten better about that thanks to a pill minder that I have filled for 28 days. Every once in awhile, when we’re having a particularly busy morning, it will slip my mind. The bigger problem is when I’m thinking of taking prophylactic Advil because I know I’ll be standing or walking a lot and then forget to take it. That, sadly, I don’t think an alarm would help.
At the moment, I bought a semi-permanent aquamarine. I’m hoping it will come out looking good, but if it doesn’t, then I’ll just wash my hair a lot! 
I need to do that for my home chop on BtY. Whether they like it or not. I just had to get the matted hair taken care of. I left the front long and the back short. Even if they decide to keep it that way, it looks shoddy.
I’m right there with her!
Or on the trunk of a car…
What?
I love having interactions like that! I always hope that complimenting someone on something they have that I like brings a little joy to their day. I know it does with me. And sometimes, I’ve found friends doing that. Because I’m weird like that.
I’m glad it’s your Friday and that you can ignore the ihaftas for a few days.
shoe, swampy and metalmouse, thanks for the gladness. Today they have an appointment with the NP that prescribes their meds which ends up being half therapy, half making sure the meds are doing what they are supposed to do.
And now I should probably be off, doing the things that I need to do instead of diving into the things that are fun but have a tendency to pull me in until I lose all sense of time. Have a great Thursday, all!
Classic. Have you ever used such dark colors? My mom would love that dark purple, but she usually goes for pastels.
And I forgot to buy mayo. Maybe I’ll try natural yogurt.
Went to the store and did remember distilled water for the neti pot. Will use it before I meet a friend for a fancy dinner.
Went to the Swiss Museum of Transport for the first time this year. They are in the process of replacing the one hall, and they’ve changed a bunch of exhibits, so we stayed for a few hours. Did manage to walk out of the museum and then have to walk around to find another way in. The door outside used to let people back in, but it’s currently not configured that way. Nor is it marked. So we got some extra walking.
Hubby mowed the lawn for the first time this year. I had put fertilizer on it a week ago or so, and I should read up on what else we should do if we want the lawn to look a bit like a lawn, with fewer blue flowers and vines.
Soon I have to go get ready, so I think I’ll just put that off for now.
Poor guy has had at least 2 more seizures. And we suspect he’s pretty much deaf. But he’s still eating, drinking, and using the box, so we’re reluctant to have him put down yet. I think we’ll know when it’s time.
I don’t have the patience to let them dye that long. Maybe I’ll give it a shot this time.
We’re home. It took less than 2 hours for me to finish what I had to do and for FCD to cut a hole in the fuel tank and start cleaning it out. I also did a little sanding while he was using the 'lectricity. We’ve ordered the Cetol and topcoat - with luck,it’ll be here this weekend. And I need to buy a good paintbrush to apply it. But while waiting, there are a few other areas that I can scrape and sand. Always more to be done!
We stopped by Daughter’s to pick up FCD’s label maker and visit a bit with Tobester. I’m going to wash the truck - it’s really gross - and by that time, FCD should be showered and I can do laundry. The rest of my day will be spend crocheting. At least that’s the plan for the moment. Time to scrub the truck…
Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Norovirus is back in the building. We just got rid of the mask mandate a week ago and now it’s back. That means all activities are shut down, as is the dining room, not that we ever eat there. But we just got back into the exercise routine and now that’s done until this passes again. This is a real downside to communal living. On top of that, the cat barfed up her breakfast and I spilled a bottle of pills all over the place. Maybe I should go back to bed and start over. At least warm weather is on the way by the weekend.
Tomorrow is my initial appointment with the surgeon regarding my arthritic knee. I’m wondering what the wait time will be for the actual procedure.
We are shorn and fed. Via a coupon we got five dollahs off our haircuts even. Now we are in chillax mode until late this afternoon when we go get all Maundy Thursdayed.
Cookie sorry the crud is back. Hope everyone is over it soonest.
Oh, the adventures Ms. Dog and I had yesterday! We met many friendly dogs and humans. We got snarled and snapped at by a malevolent German shepherd. We got dive-bombed by two ducks who came so close, even Ms. Dog uh, ducked. And we had a mishap. We were moving around a recycling bin blocking the sidewalk, which meant stepping on to the slanted driveway, when Ms. Dog lunged at a squirrel, which move spun me into a spectacular The-Agony-of-Defeat fall. No blood and nothing broken, but I landed on the wrong knee. I took a couple of naproxen when we got home, and now my stomach feels like I swallowed a pissed-off porcupine. Ah, well, it’s a minor issue compared to what many Mumpers are dealing with.
Boo, how’s the root canal doing?
wordy, in the midst of all you do for others, please take care of yourself. You’re important to us.
MetalMouse, fingers crossed the leak will be discovered and that it will be an easy fix.
shoe, good on you for making people smile.
Actually I thought shoe was suggesting your color scheme: all 6 colors.
My wife’s younger hair color is Italian very dark brown bordering on black. It’s still dyed that color. But with aquamarine highlights. She quite often gets compliments on it from men young and old. Ya gotta like it when men 30 years your junior are making attracted noises towards your woman. Rowwr!
FYI, the aquamarine proved far more color-fast than did the purplish red she tried previously. I hope you like your chosen color because I think you’ll be looking at it for a good long while.
I naturally do those things too. Which my wife thinks are utterly inappropriate and creepy as hell. She’s sometimes a tough circle to square. But worth it.
@Chefguy: Yeah, that sucks. Norovirus and close-quarters living are a match made in Hell. Add in somewhat flaky hygiene by some of the residents and it’s a gift that Won’t. Quit. Giving.
Best of luck to all and sundry today.
Root canal part one was done Tuesday. Part two will happen on the 10th. Then in May I go to my longtime dentist twice to have the crown done. I’m trying to ignore the pain of the expense, even with so-called BC/BS dental insurance.
This morning is the first time I’ve considered going without prescription strength naproxen-not sure how that will go once I try to drink coffee or chew some breakfast. Still 3 days of antibiotics to finish. Hoping by then the slowly diminishing, lingering discomfort will be gone. It radiates out over the whole right side of my face and makes me grumpy (grumpier?) and definitely cranky (crankier?). Plus pain is so demoralizing and exhausting.
TL:DR. It’s getting better, thanks for asking. I really liked the young endodontics resident I got at the dental college and am looking forward to seeing him again.
Thank you to all of you Mumpers for helping me get through it by listening to me and holding good thoughts for me. What would I do without you-all?. Don’t wanna find out.
I have a feeling it’s originating in the dining/kitchen area. They’re disinfecting it as I write this.
Truer words were never spoken. And it hits the young and the old the hardest. Daycares, preschools, nursing homes and retirement communities. Used to dread it when I was doing community nursing. Frequently then it was obvious that often it was the barely trained, poorly paid caregivers that were the vectors, rushing person to person not understanding why handwashing scrupulously was worth their time. Sigh.
I spent the last two days working from home (for a given value of “working,” there’s not really much I can do remotely at present) due to a bigass snowstorm that dumped a fresh foot all over us. Fortunately it’s warm enough now that it shouldn’t stick around long. Back in the office today, and planning the rest of my April and May… It’s looking extraordinarily hectic. I have two conferences to go to in the next few weeks, while I simultaneously wrap up my last few classes and take my finals. Then I’m going to my college campus in Pennsylvania for graduation the first week of May. Then I have another conference to go to the first week of June! It’s a lot.
I hope you never let reticence overcome the urge to genuinely compliment a stranger’s fashion choices. Those of us who are perennially miserable and self-critical about our appearances can float along for months on a single unsolicited compliment.
Third’d. It lasts forever and it’s simply amazing, and the vegan one makes a broth that pleases even inveterate carnivores.
It is a tough circle. Personally, I try to avoid comment on things that someone has no control over, like physical features? If you restrict yourself to prominently-displayed features of attire or accoutrement that thought and effort went into, I think you’re betting safe.
Did you ever get ahold of the boss at the dental school and register your displeasure? You may have mentioned and I missed it.
Thanks, everyone, for being so patient with me.
Today is a little better. I took overlygirl’s brace in and they fixed it lickety split, which was nice. It’s honestly the only relatively quick errand or appointment I’ve had this week. And shoe, to answer your question, yes, she sadly has to work herself up to 18 hours, meaning she “gets” to sleep in the thing. On the upside, she gets a new bed out of the deal. She’s been using a hand-me-down loft for a few years now and she’s too long for it and climbing into bed in her brace is probably not the safest thing. I think we’ll start with estate sales to see if we can find something pretty but reasonable, but she might wind up with a spankin’ new storage bed. I’m sure she’ll be devastated.
I managed to not google cancer-related items last night and went to bed prior to 11 p.m., as promised. It helped a lot. And the appointment with the radiologist went non-catastrophically as well. His resident was amazing and very good at explaining things, way better than the radiology doc himself. Mom left feeling better and with a less panicked, but more realistic view of what to expect. I was very happy for her. The big concern now is how long it’ll take them to prep her for radiation. But they’re fortunately treating it like a screaming, red hot need and are pretty confident that even if it won’t allow her to live longer, it should help a lot with quality of life, which is just where we are right now.
Best of luck with root canal, Part 2, Boo. I’m sorry to hear about the norovirus, Chefguy - hope it exits the building soon!
Hugs to all who need them.
You mean like this:
My youngest sister, who likes colorful hair. Tho more recently, she mostly goes platinum.
I just don’t get this - how do people not know?? SMH
Our truck is now more white than crud - some crud was too hard to reach. And now all the dings and scratches are much easier to see! 
I still need to do the inside of the windshield - it’s pretty gross.
Meanwhile, there’s a load in the washer, and another in the basket waiting its turn. FCD is working on the program to make the plates for the fuel tanks. I’m trying to psyche myself up to crochet when all I want to do is veg. Except I don’t veg well. So in the interim, I’m here, hydrating.
Hugs to all in need!
I registered it early and often with every person I dealt with. Got lots of lukewarm “I’ll look into it”. Mostly excuses that it was the other guy’s failure to perform, always with a dose of skepticism I must have called the wrong number-in other words, my fault. Piffle! accountability in medical care in America is in sad shape. Covid stresses has burned out way too many, up to and including pharmacists (had a struggle with that too this episode) and the hideous mess with the opioid crisis has it so no prescriber dares risk their career to prescribe pain meds that will work, so even when you’ve been a patient of theirs for 36 years and never before asked for pain meds, they are unwilling to prescribe what is needed. I understand their self-preservation but it leaves us mere mortal people in days and nights of unnecessary agony. The feds, meaning the DEA I think, need to sit down and work it out so doctors are able to prescribe pain meds without the byzantine limits and hoops to jump through. The baby is definitely being thrown out with the bath water here.
Curiously, it was the lowest status person (front office staff in my dentist’s office) who finally admitted to me that because of my complaint and another patient’s of theirs last weekend they figured out their after hours on-call phone system was broken down and they were working on it. It’s the on call backup for the thousands of patients at a university dental college and the resident(s) on call over an entire weekend didn’t think it was odd that they hadn’t gotten a single call? Just thought they were lucky? Defies reason. When something is too good to be true, it probably is.
I will be taking it up further when I see my dentist in May. He’s faculty at the dental college and they need to be teaching their students better about quality control, redundancy, back ups and fail safes.
Harumph. Sorry about the rant in sunny Mumperville.
I wouldn’t have the patience for doing that many different colors! I love how it looks, but unless I have someone else do it for me, then one, two colors max!
I’ve spent much of the morning fighting with BtY about getting in the tub. He doesn’t understand why he needs to actually have a clean body and clean hair. He started his “nobody cares!” yelling. All it took was a threat to take away his phone and that part stopped, but he’s still taking forever to actually get bathed. “I’ve got to clean out the tub.” Child, you do this every time. You are the only one who uses the tub. Maybe clean it out after you’re done with your bath so you don’t need to worry about it next time.
She had a regular hair lady in her old neighborhood. But I believe the woman has since retired, so I don’t know where she goes now.
A local chain of car washes set me up. For the price of their extra special supreme wash every month I have a bar code in my windshield that lets me wash whenever I like. There is a location pretty close to our house, so I wash my truck almost every day. I got a second sticker for my wife’s car too.
Lack of training and occasionally that’s complicated by a lack of literacy in language.
In settings like preschools and daycares and congregate elder living one thing I saw was the bulk of the caregiving staff was paid little over minimum wage and often didn’t have paid sick days so if they got sick, either a norovirus, a cold, or even Covid, they had to choose between going to work sick but being able to pay the rent and feed their kids or protecting those they cared for by staying home but then having to do without those wages and worrying about the rent and groceries. Many of those jobs have next to no benefits, including sick leave, so desperate people come to work sick and others are made sick.
I lost track of the times I saw a nurses aid harassed and berated by their supervisor because they stayed home sick and left the place short handed. So in many places even if you purportedly do have some sick time, if you use like you should, you pay a hefty price in the wrath of others. Kitchen workers, dining room staff, CNA’s are damned if they do and the vulnerable folks in their care are damned if they don’t.