Bless your heart.
Will you guys just stop that shit. It was a PITA when I was working and it still is now because some of our smart tech toys change their clocks and the others don’t so it takes at least a week before all of our assorted time pieces agree.
The designer is kinda mean. We won’t get our first set of instructions until the 21st! Someone needs to remind me why I like mystery pieces, cause I suffer so much waiting for the next part!
I try to avoid saying four letter words to friends…but that does sound a lot like gout.
I do wish I had managed to do some skydiving back when I could have done it without breaking something. I had no problems jumping off cliffs with a kite strapped to my back, I doubt I would have had much trouble jumping out of a plane.
I always figured that retired folks didn’t have to worry as much about DST in states that observed it, but then I retired and I still have to cope with it and we don’t even do it here! I REALLY wish you guys would just cut it out.
Nah…but I figure it’s stored in a climate controlled warehouse where it will keep better than on Dollar Store shelves.
Poor Buster and poor you. Younglings are such a challenge at times, but so rewarding at others.
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Happy “Sunday afternoon that feels like Sunday morning,” everyone! 
Yesterday’s volunteer event went mostly well. The rain was a huge pain in the butt, and I hauled my 45-lb portable PA system – and mic/cable/power strip and mic stand – for no reason (the room was small enough to do without), and Cute Fellow Volunteer didn’t show, but attendance was good and the brochures I designed were a hit and everything went pretty smoothly. *phew* The next branch event is on the 30th, but I won’t “work” that one: I’ll bring one of our banner signs and put some brochures on the tables, but otherwise I’ll get to be just an attendee.
I wasn’t able to see my BFFs yesterday, due to Wife BFF still being too sick. We decided to try for lunch today, but she just told me that she isn’t feeling much better. It’s cold and super windy today, so frankly I’m alright with not leaving the house (even though I would have gone in a heartbeat if she’d been up for it). I’d considered going to the mall, to return something and maybe shop for dress pants (I have two in-person, all-day work meetings [+ a work dinner] this week), but…nah.
The thing I need to return is a Lego set: my new Corvette and grand piano sets got delivered on Friday, and I discovered that I’d inadvertently ordered two pianos! I didn’t really look at either the order confirmation or the receipt. 
The extra set is too expensive to give away (e.g., to my nephew), and also kind of pricey for trying to sell to friends/on Facebook, so I’ll take it to the Lego store in the mall. I might wind up leaving with a new set or two, but I’ll get at least some of that money back. 
I plan to start building the Corvette later today!
In other news, I might need to go to urgent care at some point: I jammed my left thumb on a weight at the gym Friday evening, and I thought it would be better the next day but one side of the joint is swollen and the “bump” is painful. Using my thumb doesn’t really hurt as long as I don’t bend it too much (or touch the bump). My trainer tried to straighten it yesterday morning, but couldn’t get a good enough grip. I’m icing it now and then, and if it’s still like this tomorrow afternoon I’ll go get it looked at. (And yes, an NSAID – like Aleve – would be an obvious thing to try; I’m not allowed to take them.) There might not be anything anyone can actually do, but if it’s still painful after almost 72 hours I’ll figure it can’t hurt to get it checked out.
Time for lunch and some TV watchin’ before the Lego assembly commences… 
Yay, Sunday! He (Boo for it being so late because of You-Know-What. The kids will call today and hopefully my brother. Also, these are the golden hours for my stomach.
I’ve wanted to try homemade peach ice cream ever since I was a little girl and read a book in which a little girl had it for her birthday.
I wish fondue would make a comeback in the States. In the late Sixties/early Seventies it was really popularity, and almost every bride got a fondue set at her shower. Then quiche muscled it out of the way, and that was that.
How sad and how frustrating. If he can’t make nice while his mother is dying, it doesn’t bode well, does it? And just what poor FCD DOESN’T need, a fight with his brother.
I LOVE bagpipes…for about 10 minutes, then they start to sound like a cat stuck in a vacuum cleaner. (My apologies to Spot. Should have included a trigger warning in case he’s reading this.)
Ugh. Domestic skullduggery sounds like much more fun. Maybe you could do that instead? Also, what is it with “moist” that people hate?
I don’t think it is. She has ablations on the cornea because of the diabetes, but she had them well before the agonizing pain. The whole eyeball hurts, plus she gets stabbing pains. I’m worried about acute angle-closure glaucoma, but I don’t know. I hope she gets a diagnosis and relief today.
How cool! And I hope the RenFaire is a good time.
I get little dinky padlocks so I can wear one on my lanyard with my keys. That way I don’t forget it since I have no car to stash one in. I use the little gym lockers that are in the workout area–it’s secure enough that some people stash their stuff without locking. (I’m assuming they don’t park wallets.)
I crumbled some sausage into my little cast-iron pan. Got distracted and over-cooked it. I added a good amount of olive oil margarine to the pan and poured in two eggs scrambled with cream, salsa, and shredded cheddar. Turns out I used too much salsa and cheese, so my frittata didn’t solidify. Between that, and it’s unexpected sticking to the pan, it came out a mess. But it was a tasty mess (with Sriracha on top).
I cleaned, I changed the litter in Spot’s box. I took out the trash and recycling. I made tequila lime chicken tacos for lunch. Now maybe a nap before the game.
You sound like Spot. But yeah, sticking with Standard time would be best overall for the daywalkers.
Lola!
He is unaffected by the rollsuck supreme. Now, tear off a piece of wax paper, and he’ll go into terror zoomies. Weird cat.
We have a fondue restaurant in Raleigh. It’s pretty good.
Sounds like some of the time’s I’ve been DD. But sorry about the wet cleanup.
We went to the apartment just before 11 this morning and worked about 2 hours. All of MIL’s clothes are in suitcases or big plastic bags. She’ll be able to sit by the closet, sort them, hang what she wants to keep and toss the rest into a thrift store donation bag. I bet that woman has 40 shirts!! And at least one is at least 40 years old, because I remember it from the early days of our marriage. I hope she thins the herd.
She’s also got at least 15 jackets - at least enough to fill 2 garbage bags. And 7 pairs of sneakers, including some she bought because they were a good price. I’ve never seen her wear them, but they were a good deal. OK then… The only thing she let me throw away was 2 pairs of sandals. Oh, and 3 pairs of jeans that are too big - they’ll go in the thrift store bag.
I’ve hauled all my knitting stuff to the basement and cleared a bunch of stuff out of her closet so she can hang her gazillion shirts in there. Tomorrow, Daughter and I will pack out her kitchen. Unfortunately, MIL will be there, which should slow things considerably, dammit. Oh well…
I’m exhausted.
I lived in Indiana for 30+ years, most of which we didn’t observe DST. In Colorado and again in Tennessee, I was reminded why most folks hate it. Indiana went back to it a few years back and my dad was PO’d. According to him, if they were going to have to change time, at least go with Central rather than Eastern.
It sounds like you’re feeling a bit better nellie. I’m glad.
Poor Buster! I hope that you can find a crate setup that will fit your Jeep taters.
Finished another layout and have one ready to assemble this evening. I made a pot of pintos, a pot of turnip greens and some cornbread muffins for Sunday dinner. 'Twas good. 
@Misnomer: TV and a Lego Corvette sound like an excellent way to do a lazy Sunday. Shame you missed CFV yesterday.
I used to make that all the time. To the point I called it “Mess o Eggs” to quell any expectations of beautiful presentation early.
Dump the non-egg ingredients into the hot fry pan, sauté a while, then dump in the eggs & dairy, break up the eggs and stir everything w the spatula, turn until more or less done evenly then dump onto plates. There you have it: mess o eggs.
As to me …
Late afternoon here now as I type …
Had late breakfast at better-than-Denny’s, then back home as it alternately spit rain for a few seconds then cleared up. It finally rained for real briefly around 1pm, so after that ended I went to the RenFaire.
No traffic backup, but their large parking area had filled up early and now later in the day it was a matter of hunting randomly for a spot. Being as I was out to walk anyhow, I parked close to the entrance off the street, so far from the faire entrance. I know I got inside before people who parked closer after 10 minutes of futile driving up and down aisles looking for the elusive open space.
Inside was happily crowded, but not jammed. Yakked with several shopkeepers who said yesterday was absolutely mobbed vs today. Lucky me. It remained cloudy, but bright, dry, and about 80F the whole time I was there. Just about ideal weather.
Just inside the entrance was a mead store. Which immediately put me in mind of JtC. Sadly they did not sell by the drink, only the bottle. Later I passed a random faire-goer with a flagon on his belt and wearing an ordinary t-shirt with large writing in vaguely Olde English script:
I Feel the Need
…
The Need for MEAD
I liked the juxtaposition of the modern and ancient ideas.
A bit further on I found a beer stand with La Fin du Monde, my absolute favorite. It’s rather hard to find anywhere out; I really wonder what process led them to have it? Anyhow, it was yummy. For those curious to try it, often Trader Joe’s has it in a 4-pack of 16- or 24-oz bottles.
Eventually an ear of roast corn with chili powder and later a smoked turkey leg were had. Some music was listened, some magic and sword-fighting was seen, etc. Cannonfire was heard in the distance.
The best vendor was a guy with a ~20x20 tent done up in old Turkish Sultan style. A sorta throne in the back, gold cording edging everything, a large pile of brightly embroidered cushions on the Persian rugged floor, with the costumed proprietor sitting cross legged amidst the pile, etc. And rather a lot of hassocks scattered about. The whole effect was quite elaborate but seemed pointless; what are they doing here besides lounging about? I was confused until I noticed the name of the place. “The Ottoman Empire”. The hassocks were the inventory; the rest was staging.
Hooray for creative people!
As always the costumes on the customers are the best part. Who knew that fishnet stockings and pleather stretch pants or leggings played such a large role in Renaissance sartorial practice? Lotta ladies making excellent use of corset or bustier type accessories for their accessories. Golly are young women wasted on young men. And golly did one young man of my acquaintance waste his youth on other pursuits.
Eventually I was full of food and had seen everything, so it was time to return to the future as the lady at the exit kiosk so memorably put it. I’m now debating what the evening will hold. Tomorrow gets busy starting at noon, but is free before. So tonight could run early or late. Decisions decisions.
And tomorrow is a new MMP.
Cheers all!
We went around that bush with aged MIL about a year before she died. She wanted to clean out and she also wanted to save everything, including stuff she hadn’t worn in decades. The 5 things your MIL agreed to get rid of are about 3 more than mine did.
There’s nothing so exhausting as a day spent in unproductive indecision. I feel your pain.
We ended up leaving the rest until she died. At which point most of it went straight in the dumpster because it was all contaminated with mildew. Except the 4 or 5 things she actually wore every week over and over. The rest was all “too good to wear”, don’t cha know. Same with the 25 year old sheets too good to use, etc.
It’d have been the work of a month to decontaminate it all. And to what end? Thrift stores are bursting with modern clothes. Stuff 40 years out of style and covered in stains is of no use to them except as landfill.
Au contraire, friend of the faire: CFV missed me.
And a good afternoon all. Salad, Soup, Pot Roast with Rice and Gravy, Pecan Pie and Chocolate Chip cookies with several refills of Coke, all for about $20. I’m kinda glad the Golden Corral is about 24 miles away from me, or losing weight would be a tougher proposition. Did go to the gym (then had to run home, I had left my ‘good’ shoes on and not changed to my slip-on tennis shoes) and got about 75 minutes of pedaling done, so I feel a little better about all those calories I consumed. Will have a couple of sammiches and a banana later tonight to complete the day’s eating. Got to 57F today, a little warmer tomorrow and getting to 70F by Wednesday.
And put on one of my new 42" waist slacks, I was a bit hesitant being they came via Amazon and I didn’t know how the fit would be, but they turned out fine and comfortable, so I can start putting the 44" slacks in the donation pile (might keep one pair in case of backsliding by me).
Pilot, additional storage is always nice, and hope the Faire was entertaining (and reading down the thread, it I can see that it was). And those Mead shirts (probably not as nice as the one you saw) are available at Amazon (everything is available there)
Have never been in a glider, not my thing, but working for Army Aviation I have been around and in several types of Helicopters, and I always liked the saying: “Planes fly, gliders soar, but helicopters beat the air into submission.”
As for locks, I got these, at least I have options now.Brinks, Solid Brass 40mm Keyed Padlock with 2 1/2in Shackle, 4 Pack - Walmart.com
Don’t remind me. I really want to get to Cedar Point this year, but coaching/refereeing youth soccer limits my time and I really don;t want to spend 50 minutes standing in line for a 3-minute ride. we’ll see how it goes.
taters, hope puppy potty training is successful.
JtC, I have no desire to ever hurl myself out of a perfectly good airplane. Would like to try scuba diving someday if I ever get motivated enough to learn.
Oopsie, glad the event went well. I hope you return to the Lego store didn’t end up costing you too much. And concur getting the thumb looked at is the best course of action.
nellie, that eye problem your friend has sounds horrible; really hopes she can get some relief. And a lot of folks at my gym put clothes, backbacks, etc in their lockers with no locks…I guess I’m not that trusting.
FCM, I’ve got way to many polo shirts and nearly 2 dozen tee shirts, so I can sympathize with MIL. Hope she can bear to part with some of it.
Whew. That’s all from this end. If I can I’ll drop one more post tonight but if not, I’ll catch up with all y’all on the next MMP.
I have no doubt he did. Rowwr!
Thank you to you and everyone else who had kind thoughts about my stupid tongue. It is behaving better today. It’s still stinging a bit, but not fiercely and with a vengeance. I did get my biopsy results and it was not cancerous. As far as remedies, it seems to be hit or miss. The doctor was no help other than agreeing that, yes, it was exacerbated by stress and menopause.
I would expect something that was slinging webs instead of sharp and pointy!
I’m down here in Tuscarawas county and we had snow this morning that was covering the car but by this afternoon it had disappeared.
Today has been long and somewhat productive. I’m not sure what is going to be for dinner yet. MusicMan doesn’t get home until 11 p.m., so I have time to figure it out!
Of course it was!
My Dad had a pilot’s license. He loved flying and owned a Luscombe for a few years. He absolutely refused to ever set foot in a helicopter. He used to say, “If you’re in a plane and lose power, you have a glider; if you’re in a helicopter and lose power, you have a rock.”
I did it once nearly 30 years ago. My take was that it was a big expense and then long hours of preparation, for what was ultimately a rather brief experience. I suppose I’m glad to have done it, but it’s not something I ever felt the need to do again.
Daylight Saving Time never really bothered me, even when my schedule was more rigid. Now, my work schedule is very flexible, and I travel across time zones a lot anyway, so it’s just kind of “meh” for me.
Yay for that! I really do hope something can be done to mitigate the pain, however.
I can’t remember the last time I screwed up an omelette. I’ve never screwed up a frittata. When I screwed up an omelette, my name for it was ‘cheese glop’.
It all comes out the same in the end.
So the other day I bought some hot dogs from the ‘buy it before it rots’ bin. Eight dogs for $1.99 – 25¢ apiece! 
We each just had two for dinner. They were actually very good!
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated, got back to da cave, et up leftovers, and napped. Then we day drank. Then we did some Netflix and chill. Now I’m feelin’ a bit sleepified, but don’t want to go beddy bye just yet. Stoopid time change.
A long-gone restaurant in my area called that “Egg Mess.”
I ate at a new-to-me restaurant last week that has an interesting sense of humor - the section of omelets on their menu is captioned “Folded Butt Nuggets.”
I hope you had great calls!
Going back to DSL would unite Arizonians like nothing else. Angry moms would be marching on the capital and cats and dogs all over would lose all of their house training in protest. Nobody would be getting any sleep because kids would be protesting going to bed before dark at 2100, it would be horrible.
I’m sorry, that just isn’t right. Every Renn Faire I’ve ever attended did sell mead by the glass and some of it was pretty tasty. Some was unaged drek, but everyone starts somewhere, right?
If you do buy a bottle, remember that it is wine and won’t keep but a few days after being opened. That’s why I make it a point to drink half a bottle at a time, I wouldn’t want to risk wasting any.
Did you go inside the Camera Obscura? I just love those. Every time we go to a Renn Faire, I always take the time to look over the buildings to see the dragon head or lighthouse turning over the crowd and then make a beeline for it because we might not come across it while aimlessly wandering through the crowd.
I know I shouldn’t brag, but Mom has started getting rid of stuff a couple of years ago. Not just a pair of shoes here and a handbag there, but boxes and boxes of stuff. She’s also downsizing her stitching stash and has donated so many beautiful kits that she really loved.
Try them ALL on before weeding out the 44s. Just because you bought identical products doesn’t mean you received identical products.
Maybe try snorkeling to see if you like that before investing in scuba classes? I enjoyed both of them but like anything else, they aren’t for everyone.
You drank a lot of fruit punch infused water yesterday…I’d be tempted to keep it up in the hopes that being well hydrated is helping.
Menopause sucked, I’m so sorry you are having both issues at the same time.
Does good chocolate also bother your mouth? That would be the worse.
Thank you for telling me that (even if you lied!). I’ve gotten mixed reviews from folks who have done it, so I’m not horribly bothered that it won’t ever happen.
OH, BTW, if you have allergies, bring your meds when you are in Phx. Allergy season is here, the local news stations announce the pollen counts along with the expected Time Before Sunburn (around 30 minutes recently).
Oh, I’d probably order one and I don’t usually like omelets.
So, today has been warm and it looks like next week we will go into porchinating time again.
We sold our chest freezer to TC friend when we bought the upright and she hasn’t come to get it yet so it has been sitting on the back porch. We didn’t really care while it was cold, but now that it is warming up, I want my porch back.
I told her Wednesday that if she didn’t come and get it this weekend, we were going to put it out by the back gate. It would be secure, but would also get dirty and weather beaten. She hasn’t come to get it and I know she had someone (I’m pretty sure it was Gloria, she’s the one with the white pick-up) with a truck help her pick up a picnic table from our ex-housekeeper’s moving sale.
If she could get a picnic table, she could get a chest freezer. The freezer will move to the back gate tomorrow because BFF and her hubs will be over Tuesday and we will want to go out and smoke. I’m going to want the freezer out of the way so I can spray winter off the porch and make it presentable again.
Happy Saturday!
No park this morning as it was, and still is, raining hard.
The backyard is turning into a mud pit.
The brats were making me crazy as Rayleigh wanted outside, Echo and Misiu would stick their heads out and come back in, then Rayleigh wanted back in because nobody else was outside.
This routine went on all day long.
Tomorrow is supposed to be low 30s and very windy.
Rayleigh still has a slight limp, I guess I’ll decide about the park in the morning.
B/H mom called me today. She wondered if I was mad at her.
Not really mad, just not up for the drama…?
Her daughter has two dogs, the one who was hurt (and is doing well) and another one that just turned a year old. B/H mom brought the other dog home with her so the injured dog could rest and not have to deal with an active young dog running around.
She came to the park with all three dogs. I had asked my son to watch for her in case she needed help.
She brough Humpy first and put her in the park, which led to Humpy standing at the gate barking. This caused excitement. My three were at the gate with her, because their friends are coming and this is what dogs do. They crowd the gate. It’s obnoxious af, but a lot of dogs do it, especially when it’s part of their pack showing up.
B/H mom came back with Barky and DD and put them in the cage. She took the leash off of Barky, but not off DD. Number one rule of the park, no leashed dogs in the park.
She opened the gate and Humpy and my three all rushed into the cage and it was chaos.
DD freaked out and started screaming like she was being murdered. B/H mom went into panic mode and started screaming at me and Petey dad to help her, not knowing my son was right behind her. He heard the commotion and came running. I have a walker, and I’m not going to get anywhere in a hurry, and Petey dad was saying, take DD off the leash.
She knows better, we all know better, a dog on a leash is asking for trouble.
My son got everybody sorted out, my three into the park, and her three in the cage.
Then she yells at me what is she supposed to do now?
Well, HTF do I know?
I suggested she go on the other side of the park, which she did.
I asked her if after DD settled down did she want me to bring one of the GR over so DD could get used to other dogs.
She screamed at me that she didn’t want my dogs anywhere near DD and that Misiu was pushing DD and could have hurt her and she didn’t want another incident like Cosmo to happen.
I didn’t say it but I was thinking Chill the Fuck Out! The situations are nowhere similar.
Cosmo weighs 5 pounds and was attacked by a (I assume from the breed) 60–70-pound dog, Misiu is 60 pounds and DD is 35-40 pounds. Both of the GR are very chill. Misiu is such a wimp that when another dog growls at him, he flops over like one of those fainting goats.
Happy Sunday!
I didn’t finish last night.
It was a bit chilly at the park this morning. It was in the 40s but a bit breezy.
Later in the day it got windy and the temps dropped. We even had a bit of snow off and on all day.
Lazy day as my sleep is all messed up.
I’m happy there is no cancer Sticky