[Old] Lets have a healthy breakfast in the MMP

Howdy Y’all! We procured provisions, et fried chikin N.O.L., I got candles all ready over to the church house, finished editin’ the powerpoint thingy, and achieved nappage and day drinkin’! Go Us/Me! What? That’s a whole lot of productivity for a retired drain on society.

MOOOOOOM so sorry about poor ol’ Taz. Hope he’s better today.

Pulley that sucks about your dad’s home health-aide woes. Hope her husband is able to find work soonest.

Pilot hope you’re over your cold soonest.

JtC hope diner lady’s husband is OK. Will she be re-openin’ the diner when he’s better? Sorry about what this has done to GG cheese. Hope you can find some more customers. I have toured Davis-Monthan whilst in Tucson on business. I recall it bein’ in April and the weather was nice that day. My first ever visit to Tucson was for some trainin’ in July. I avoided goin’ outside at all costs. I am sure the trainin’ was scheduled for then because it was intense, and lasted well into the night. We were all happy to stay in the air conditioned hotel.

RealFish hope you got your me time in today.

Nellie your Easter dinner sounds good to me! Ours will also be simple with ham, scalloped N.O.T., green beans, squish casserole, and rolls. Others are bringin’ pre-dinner munchies and dessert. Have fun with Ms. Dog!

GodBod yay for sis comin’ home today!

Oopsie I feel for ya! Sometimes gettin’ to get on the ball is like herdin’ cats. The search committee thing I’m dealin’ with is all volunteer, but folks have been doin’ their part cause we all want a new full-time Priest soonest.

Hippie the quilt looks good. I trust it is Ralphie approved.

shoe hope you remembered to wear pants to irk.

Boo glad the tooth pain is dyin’ down.

Gorgeous!

Boats look like a lot of hard work. I hadn’t realized how big your boat was.

We all see what you did there > :rofl::joy::rofl: <

It’s 36’ long - FCD would rather have something in the 60’ range, and I told him as soon as he wins the lottery, he can get a bigger boat. :wink:

That’s a darn fine boat there Moom. But I gotta say that the effort to maintain 3 square inches of that teak is more than I’d be willing to do. Much less the yards and yards of it you’re doing. I used to be impressed with your energy. Now I’m in awe.

I am the King of lazy; the only boat I would own is one small enough that I can afford to pay somebody else to do 100% of the cleaning and maintenance. Which suggests that my ideal boat is probably about right-sized for floating in my bathtub next to my favorite rubber duck.

Although I suppose I could do all the cleaning and maintenance on a boat like that: just toss it in the dishwasher every couple of months and it’ll come out spic-n-span again. :grin: But then I’d have to carry it all the way from the bathroom to the kitchen. And back again. Too hard for us; it’s nap time.

I grew up smack dab in the middle of Lake Wobegon land. Boats might seat 4 if they were for river or lake fishing or duck hunting. 6 or 8 if it was a wild and crazy fast boat for water skiing. Pontoon party boats may have held more but they were few and far between and not really boats in the sense yours is.

She’s a beauty! Especially with her snazzy spiffed up transom.

As we’ve aged, we figured out it was worth it to pay someone else to scrape and paint the bottom. When we were young and poor, we did it all ourselves. I remember one summer, we were sanding/scraping blue off the bottom of our very big sailboat. I went home looking like a smurf!! The stuff even got thru my clothes to my skin. Nowadays, the best tool for that job is VISA! :wink:

Wait till you see it with the nameplate FCD has designed!

Waiting with bated breath!

Wish I could be there with a celebratory bottle of bubbly :bottle_with_popping_cork::bottle_with_popping_cork::bottle_with_popping_cork: for the unveiling!

Well, mom’s appointment went…not catastrohpic. Not catastrophic is good, but it’s clear that she has limited time. Her doctor is tiptoeing around it, not talking about timelines, which is what she wants. So at least she’ll get some relief via radiation, and that limtied time will not be as limited as if we did nothing and she doesn’t have to sit there and think about it. So that’s good. Right?

Overlygirl got her scoliosis brace today and hates it as expected. I don’t blame her. If someone told me I had to wear a corset for a yet-to-be-determined period of time I don’t think I’d be thrilled, either. Other than that I’ve got nothing. Oh, except that one of the straps for the brace broke already so I get to take that to get fixed tomorrow, too. I’ll bring my work phone this time.

My assignments today are to have the lights out before 11 p.m. and stop reading about necrotic cores in advanced cancers. If I manage one of two of those, I’ll be satisfied.

No really. Just take meds that require serious fiber.

That stinks about the diner couple JtC.

Poor Taz! I hope that he doesn’t have anything worse before his time Mooooooom.

The first time that I replaced a key fob battery, I only replaced one, since I was on a road trip when the car alerted me that it was low. The next time, I grabbed the spare, only to find that it was completely dead. I swung through O’Reilly’s to replace both batteries and lo & behold, both of them were low. That’s when I stopped by Advance Auto. Each time, a nice guy at the counter changed the batteries for me.

Irked until noon when they kicked everybody out of my area. It was a beautiful, albeit windy day, so I gathered up the small beast and headed for the dog park. He got to play with a chocolate Chi (I didn’t find out his name, since his mom stayed just outside of the fence to smoke whilst keeping an eye on him) and an adorable Rottweiler puppy (about 3 months old and at the upper weight limit for the small dog side) named Bobby. I’m not getting as much of the puppy fix here at home, since there are only two left (better speak soon doggio if you want one :stuck_out_tongue: ).

Since I didn’t complete my project today, I’ll finish it up tomorrow. Then it’s the weekend! :slight_smile: I just hope that the stormy weather is done by then (it just began raining hard and the counties north of me are under tornado watch).

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

Happy Hump Day!

Beautiful weather at the park this morning. Bright, N.O.S. and in the high 50s.
I went on the small side with Petey, Rocky, and Allie, but then Barky and Humpy came so I went on the big side with them. I don’t know why they came; I told their mom I was leaving early.
We stopped at the credit union on the way home to deposit my son’s check.
Very cool, you pull up to the ATM and push a button and a teller appears on the screen and she walked us through the steps. No deposit slips, nothing.

I wasted the morning after that. I fed and pilled the dogs, ate some breakfast, and fell asleep until 1.

Ripple had a rough night. I opened my bedroom window for him as he doesn’t like the heat. He had trouble getting on the bed, and he woke me when he got off because he fell. He also woke me a few times when he was moving around. He was laying on the hardwood instead of the carpet and I think he was having trouble getting up.
He has trouble getting into and out of the truck, I think about buying a ramp, but I know he probably won’t use it.
That said, he got excited when the mail man came today and ran to get the mail and bring it to me. He demanded two treats for the mail too. That is his normal.

I need to pay some bills and my brain isn’t functioning well enough to deal with it.

Many years ago, when I found out I am allergic to codiene, along with the itching, feeling that bugs were crawling all over me, and other physical issues, one side effect was it turned me into a raging bitch.
I went to a store and the cashier had the nerve to tell me to have a nice day.
I came back with, Don’t Fucking Tell Me What Kind of Day to Have!
Then I saw the hurt on his face and apologized. I also yelled at my friend’s husband for answering the phone just to tell me she wasn’t home, because I didn’t want to talk to him so why the fuck did he answer the phone? This was before Caller ID, he was just supposed to know.
It finally dawned on me that I might have a problem when I was sitting at work contemplating how to kill all of my co-workers for breathing too loud.

I’m sorry to hear about poor {{{Taz}}}, FCM
Mackie had a few seizures in his old age. We took him to the emergency clinic and they said it can happen with age. Nothing to do about it at that age, also not to worry about it.

So much work to have a boat, I know I couldn’t do it unless I had the money to pay somebody else to do it.

Very pretty Hippie
I admire anybody who has the patience for that.

JtC, when I was married, I used to say a tired husband is a good husband. I got a lazy husband, but a friend got a cheater. I said if you make him work hard enough, he’ll be too tired to cheat.
I hope you get some new clients, if you want them.
Don’t you want a goat for real? Then you would have goat’s milk to make your cheese!
I had a friend who worked on a goat farm, although they made soap instead of cheese. Less government interference that way.

My floozying was always on the ground, in the woods. Different kinds of pokey things. Pine needles are the worst. Take a blanket, and mosquito repellent. While not my experience, don’t lay in the poison ivy.
Also, never kiss your goats on the lips after they’ve been eating poison ivy.
Not my experience either, I’ve never wanted to kiss a goat on the lips.

Thank you VanGo
I would have happily given him to you. You read enough about him to know what you would have been getting into. I got another short video today telling me that Serby is the most stubborn dog he has ever dealt with.
I can handle stubbornness, that is a Shar Pei trait. Everything is on their terms, but I can relate.

Rocky, Cerby was short for Cerberlicious. Although my niece put Cerberus in his file at the vet. Her two younger boys named him.

I guess I should get back to trying to get something done.
At least the dishes are done, I can start a load of laundry. Since cleaning out the fridge and freezer, I should go through the pantry. My son always puts stuff away willy-nilly and then I can’t find anything.

Today was a good me day. I didn’t get a chance to go see Dad because he had a full day of dialysis, PT, wound care, pain management and everything else. Tomorrow I’ll be stopping by with BtY after his study.

Today’ is my little sister’s birthday. We aren’t usually the call each other on birthdays but I did make a cute collage of pictures from when she was younger and put it on Facebook. It amused her so my job there is done.

Now I’ve got to go out in the worsening weather to take CtE to therapy. With all the depression issues they’ve had lately, I hate to have them missing it. Wish me luck getting there and back safe and sound!

Good Luck!

We just put the AC on
for Ripple

Been there, done that.

A few years before my mom passed, she would insist on doing laundry. Normally, that wouldn’t have been an issue, but she was legally blind and was in the middle stages of dementia. My dad would complain when we talked on the phone about bleach marks and one night he was griping about not being able to find things where she put them away and said It’s like a g-d easter egg hunt to find my jockeys!. That just struck me as hilarious. (I did suggest going to Wally World and buying a couple of six packs to keep in a hidden stash though).

I did! I had read about the issue in books and heard folks talk about it on You Tube, but it always makes more of an impression when I hear someone I know and respect talking about their experience.

Those are fabulous. I only now realized that unlike me, you are working from the back which makes your work double amazing!!!

Are last weeks apples still good? Do you have brown sugar and cinnamon? White sugar would do in a pinch, but crock pot apple sauce or cooked apples might be a nice soft change.

Winters are the driest time of the year which is saying something because the humidity is usually -25 or some such shit.

I’ve never really thought about owning a boat and seeing all the work you are doing on a regular basis has convinced me that I really don’t want a boat. See what a good example you are!

Nobody wants to go to Tucson in July, so all the hotels and resorts are dirt cheap, which makes them a popular site for training and seminars.

I would love to have a goat for milk (I think goats are super kewl)…except for the part that they have to have baby goats to make the milk come and I want no part of the giving birth process. Plus, according to the County we don’t have enough land to be able to have a hooved pet.

I learned to never floozy on the beach, even with a blanket. Sand goes places that sand really does not belong.

TIL that Instant Pot tomato sauce is worth doing again, the results are good and it is much faster. It came out too runny for my taste, so I simmered it down for another half hour which helped a lot. The second batch is going now, it looks like I’m going to end up with about 6 quarts.

The lemon juice is in little one-ounce tubs in the freezer so I’m feeling pretty productive now.

Evening all. Swimmin-n-Sauna were accomplished, and I stopped by the soccer fields to watch the littles practice (and use the restroom there) but the clouds looked menacing so I headed home, got the garbage out and had the water on for about 30 minutes to refill the toilets and allowed me to shave (the gym has a nice shower room and I have a bottle of Dial 3-in-1 for head and body washing). Ham-n-Cheese was tonight’s dinner, since I had remembered to defrost my hamburger but forgot to take the buns out of the freezer–they’ll be on the menu tomorrow. It’s raining with a bit of thunder now and then, we’ll see how long it lasts.

hippy, nice work you’re doing there.

Sari, don’t think you go to the pit, but there is a thread there about dog parks and idiot owners, if you’re interested–you’re not alone. Can’t put a link here as it uses a naughty word, but it’s not hard to find. And I’m sure Ripple appreciated the AC.

Real Fish, hope the therapy goes well for CtE.

talkie {{{you and mom}}}. And hope overlygirls time in the brace is relatively short.

FCM, that’s a goodly-sized boat. And FCD wants a 60’ footer?? Geez, does he think he’s Captain Quint or something? :smiley: :wink:

Pilot, between you, swampy, and myself, we could have a Men’s Sloth Club here in the MMP.

BBBoo, and a Ramadan Kareem to your students–you may have some time off near the end of April for Eid Al Fitr. Not eating from dawn to dusk for 30 days…I couldn’t do it. Hope the various pains continue to abate.

Flyboy, hope you got your walking in.

God Bod, glad she can make it.

Wet one, yep, had several in fact, but this appears to be in a new spot. Just hope the rest of the piping holds out for another 10 years or so.

OK, dinner is happily digesting and the rain seems to have abated, and the AMTRAK Southwest Chief has departed Fort Madison, IA on it’s journey to LA (Virtual Railfan). Take care all.

Cerberus is totally the best name for a dog.

Two thoughts, both borne of various hard experiences dealing with fatal cancer cases of my family members.

  1. Each case is an fresh experiment. Talking about “odds” or “expected remaining lifetime” are fine when somebody is talking about 100 people or 10,000 people. When you’re talking about just one, the disease could do anything between kill you in a week or a decade. There is a bell curve of possibilities for any single specific individual based on their current tumor load, marrow health, weight, age, co-morbidities, etc. But nobody really can say what the shape of that curve is in any detail. Nor would magically knowing the shape tell you which of your dice rolls will come up favorable and which not. Any given patient could finish their life almost anywhere on their personal bell curve of survival time, much less on the population’s bell curve of survival time.

    IME/IMO, do not make predictions. Do not let your best hopes, nor your worst fears, cloud the reality that this is continuously deteriorating crapshoot that can change speeds radically at any time. Live for today. Tomorrow is gravy.

  2. Treatment takes energy. Putting up with going to the clinic, getting zapped or poisoned, all those things hurt immediate quality of life. And may, may, buy increased longevity at increased comfort or vigor. The later down the path the patient is, the worse the terms of that tradeoff. The treatments are ever harder to take and the results ever less significant. it is easy to drive well past the point of negative returns and be harming the patient in the name of delaying the inevitable.

    In my experience, and guided by a wise old oncologist, getting the best possible but still bad outcome starts with recognizing that the point of negative returns to treatment does exist and you’ll get to it sometime. And so before you get there the goal needs to change from “maximum longevity” or “maximum treatment” (AKA Do something, anything!) and shift to “maximum quality of life, not quantity”. If that discussion is not fully onboard between patient, doctor(s) and family member(s), it’s a virtual certainty the patient will be treated to death, and in hindsight it’ll become obvious how foolish that was.


We're all on a trajectory to oblivion. Your Mom has the dubious benefit of having some idea of what will get her. And maybe a bit more insight than most as to generally when. All of us are far too finite, and there's not a damned thing we can do about that. None of us.

You do want a doc that can level with you. If the doc is “tiptoeing” due to their discomfort with dealing with death (i.e. failure in their book) that’s bad. if the doc is being responsive to the patient’s wishes and best interests, that’s good. It’s not always easy to tell which is which.

What we can do is work our damnedest to make Mom’s remaining time as good as it can be, and to ensure that we don’t let our fears override her interests.

If you’d like to talk about any of this in private, I’m on PM. {{{{hugs}}}}

Naah. It’d be too hard to set up. :wink:

@JaneDoe42

True. in sewing these blocks I put the good side of the material together, sew it and then open it up and press the seam allowance. Here is the back of this block:

That induced me to look up when that will occur.

… Evening of Thu, Apr 20, 2023 - Evening of Fri, Apr 21, 2023.

So hopefully I’ll get some students back the next week. It does make me wish I could be there for that feast.

I did. I can tell I haven’t walked in a week and a half. Only 2.9 mph today.

I made pizza for dinner: Trader Joe’s pizza dough, pepperoni, Italian meatballs, sliced black olives, Quattro Formaggio, and mozzarella; and Italian seasoning and minced garlic (out of a jar). I baked it at 475ºF in a 12-inch cast-iron frying pan. We each had two slices, and there are two slices left.