Both my wife and I quilt. Between us we have enough fabric to gift wrap the house twice
Near us is La Plata, pronounced La PLAY-tuh. There’s a church in Baltimore that you’d dang-well better call St. Rose of LIME-uh. 'Cause 'Murrica!!
When they were in Ocala, my inlaws watched the field that abutted their yard go from cows to McMansions. Then the development put up a solid 6’ fence, so that became their view. Yay progress?
That needs to be embroidered on a silk throw pillow! 
Very bad, broken night. I woke in the wee hours to, um, wee, and noticed FCD still hadn’t come to bed. Then I had a rough time falling back to sleep, mostly because I started thinking. Here’s a hint - don’t think at bedtime. Anyway I managed to doze off about 3 hours later, and from there it was awake-asleep-awake-asleep till about 7:20. Fortunately, I don’t have to go anywhere today (It’s Laundry day!!!) so being in zombie mode shouldn’t be an issue.
Except I do need to go pick up my glasses (Finally!!) it’s only been 4 weeks. There’s supposed to be rain on and off all day with temps dropping from the current high of about 65 Ferrets to low 30s tonight. Tomorrow will stay in the 40s, then spring will return, supposedly for good this time. We shall see.
That’s a little plan for the day. We’ll see what else develops. Happy Firday!!
A chilly 29F this morning at 0730.
Somehow, the wife got it into her head that we were going to try to attend the huge “No Kings” gathering tomorrow. I pointed out that 1) she was barely able to walk the two blocks from the car to the restaurant the other night without hanging on to my arm as she shuffled along, that 2) there is no way in fucking hell I’m going anywhere near a crowd that size and 3) even if I was willing to expose us to an unpredictable situation like that, we couldn’t get our car within three miles of the place to park, so see #1. She has a good heart, but is still in denial as to her age and condition, not to mention my hip issues.
Anyway, there is a group from God’s Waiting Room that is going to walk a short distance from here to do their part, so we may join them.
This morning’s breaking of the fast will be a pumpernickel bagel with my patented avocado mush on it and some cheesy scrambled on the side.
It’s Friday! Science Friday is on your listener-supported radio station this afternoon.
Outdoors, it’s a cloudy 34 F, creeping to a high of 40.
Tomorrow, there will be No Kings non-violent demonstrations in thousands of US cities. I checked my list of recurring payments, and I’m sending something to People For the American Way every month. I won’t be marching, but my dollars will be.
I sent a message to my PCP about adjusting my depression meds. Her reply referred to my evaluation questionnaire which did not indicate I was depressed. You know the questionnaire I mean, with a thousand Qs you have to answer in the waiting room. The algorithm says if you didn’t say you wanted to kill yourself or somebody else, you’re not depressed. I’m very anti-suicide, because it guarantees things will never get better. I don’t want to hurt anybody else because I’m a non-violent guy. Therein lies my discomfort with Rock Steady Boxing. That, and the fact that flailing away at a heavy bag leaves me with aching hands.
Breakfast is ready. Gotta go.
I do needlepoint, my supplies and tools are much smaller. Everything of mine fits in one closet. And a tall dresser. And one desk drawer. And hanging off the door…
I’m really sure it will stay calm in most parts of the country. Your part - well - I sure do get your concern.
I will be riding my red mobility scooter, I can walk for about a block before needing to take a pain break.
I don’t think I’d enjoy that sort of exercise either. Are there other options available? You will do better if it is something you at least semi-enjoy.
I don’t know how I survived without my cell phone. I don’t use it much for talking or texting, but that enlargable camera function and the GPS have become incredibly important to me.
So wait, what? The student doesn’t want to talk to you but still expects special accommodations? How very frustrating.
Well dang. I’ll bet you are getting just a little tired of not feeling well and I hope it stops for a while. You deserve a break!
It probably wouldn’t matter that much if we wanted to start making our own, for the most part you only get caught when you start selling it.
Distilling booze is very different than brewing beer or making wine. If you screw up, you could go blind or die in a fire or both. Plus, it is a lot of work and takes a bunch of equipment we would have to buy.
So, bottom line…its like growing weed. Yeah, I know I can grow some incredible weed if I want to put in the time and money. I can also go to a dispensary and buy some excellent weed on the way to the distillery for a bottle of watermelon 'shine for much less money and bother. Once again, being lazy wins 
She hasn’t had any issues with Donna the ghost, but I did find a penny on the floor yesterday morning. Neither of us carries change anymore…
I’m pretty sure she heard/saw something close to or on the front porch that probably retreated back into the forest the second she screamed at it.
Speaking of knittin’, I’ve promised myself that I can at least frame my new piece and pull threads this morning. I can’t actually start it until I finish one of my UFO’s, but I’m really close to finished with the snowman so stitchin on a new thing might happen tonight.
Good morning.
It’s a brisk 32F and mostly clear outside. The day will remain mostly clear or sunny, with a daytime high of 58F.
Doggio, I’m glad the roommate’s recovery is going well.
BooFae, I hope next week’s train commutes are less annoying.
FCM, I do all my best thinking at night. At least, that’s what my brain thinks, because it WILL. NOT. SHUT. DOWN when I go to bed.
JtC, if your hubby is a boots kind of guy, Alta and Keen make hiking boots with wide toe boxes.
Knots, sending you hugs. I sure hope today is better.
Metal Mouse, most of my driving is somewhat local, too. However, I’d like to take some drives, and my Jeep is a gas hog. She’s got a five-liter V8 and a bit of oomph. So, I’ve been reluctant to go to many places.
I have news! My son got the house! It’s pending inspection, but hopefully all will go well. The scheduled close is 28 April, but he’s going to try to make it sooner. I’m very excited for him. So, consequently, we’ll be making trips down there because we can take the dogs once he gets moved in. Plus, we’ll be helping him move. Well, probably me, because I don’t think my husband’s lifting restrictions will be removed by then.
Speaking of my husband, he wants to ride the bikes today, so we’ll probably have to. I even have instructions to wake him up if he’s not up before nine.
I suppose I better get that second cup of coffee down and hop in the shower. You all take care.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk to us, she is forbidden to make contact with our office We have a list of her contact numbers by the phone in reception so if one of them comes up on caller ID, we don’t answer. She has been verbally abusive, made threats to staff, and generally treats the office staff like something she’d scrape off her shoe.
She also has extensive special requirements for exams too, which we are obliged to provide, one of which is a room on her own. She also has a specially printed exam paper with specific colours, fonts and line-spacing, extra time and rest breaks for the exam duration, she uses a computer and is also entitled to a reader and scribe if she wants them. Finally, she is a wheelchair user so I have to find a ground floor room to use, with access via a route with automatic doors so she doesn’t have to push any of them open.
With a combination of covid, leave of absence, and splitting credits over several years, her 3-year programme started in September 2017 and we are desperately hoping that she graduates this summer.
Lazy morning. I slept in. I was up late last night feeling sorry for myself, which doesn’t help anyone, but hey! everyone has to have a hobby.
The cataract surgery is scheduled for the Tuesday after next. I am no longer allowed to wear contacts, which sucks because I cannot keep my glasses clean to save my life[1]. I am also low-key freaking out because it’s eye stuff. It took me years to be able to put in my contacts without flinching. I have a hard time doing eyedrops. I’ve already told them they’ll have to pump me so full of valium that a 1950’s housewife would look twice.
JtC - Five gallon vats are perfect for simmering sauce. TBH, I was totally bewildered why you would not have a need for a five gallon vat living in the Low Country, before my brain kicked in and remembered you lived in WV, not SC.
Doggio - Scotty McCreery bulldozed the house I’d grown up in, but I don’t really blame him. It was built to 1970s code, and my father really could not keep up with the maintenance for the last several years. I just wish he hadn’t cut down so many trees in the front. The house my mother grew up in is still standing. Its interior is entirely different, but it’s also a two hundred year old farmhouse that kept getting additions tacked on it. Something needed to be done about that maze of a second floor. Also all the sheep pastures are full of McMansions owned by rich pricks from The City. At least my Great Uncle’s dairy farm is still there. There was a real chance of it being turned into a golf course, but now it’s “historically significant” or something. Thanks Sex in the City Shoe Guy!
Taters - great news about your son’s house. Has he got furniture? After Fang bought his house, Mrs Magill drove out to Texas and they made many trips to the Ikea in Austin.
boofae - Good educators have a special circle of heaven.
Who’s got two thumbs and skin so oily OPEC has contacted her for drilling rights? This Gal!!! ↩︎
Yes, he has furniture. His sectional sofa is fairly new, and so is his bed. He has a small dining set, and desks and chairs for his computers. The appliances, including the washer and dryer, will convey with the house, too. Originally, the washer and dryer weren’t part of the deal, but now they are. We were going to purchase a set for him, but we will now purchase a mower and some gardening tools as housewarming gifts. He has nice dishes and cookware, too.
Yeah!
Morning all. Have made the Friday shopping run (light this time, only bananas, salad bag, and newspaper) and answered a couple of soccer questions, but hopefully it will be a light day in that respect and I can haul myself to the gym. Firday will be pleasant with a high of 76F, but then the temperature will plunge overnight and it will be in the 30’sF by the time Saturday starts (and soccer begins). It’ll warm up next week but the rains may arrive too, so we’ll see how it goes.
red, hope the bellyache gets gone soon.
GenJ, I see a bake sale now and then around here, but not too often. And yeah, weather be weird, especially in the spring. I think I mentioned I lived in Abu Dhabi for 4 years, at least there the weather was consistent. Clear skies, no rain, high between 100-120F…
boo fae, that’s pretty much what my eye Doc told me, we’ll see how long I can put off the inevitable.
That sounds…odd. Guess it’s for a good reason, though. And I see your latest post, now it makes sense.
Happy candle-assembly and cleaning, swampy.
FCM, there is a town in Ohio that is also pronounced Lime-uh instead of Lee-ma (like the Peruvian city). And my bladder likes to get me up in the middle of the night, but does let me sleep then until 7am or so (usually). Hope the glasses meet your expectations.
Cookie, sometimes we want to do stuff that our bodies can’t manage–best wishes to your wife.
Mollie, I’m sure the eye docs have dealt with folks like you with an aversion to people poking around their eyes (actually I think that probably describes the majority of us).
On the old housing front, my first (age 0-7) house is still standing, but has been changed so much I hardly recognize it. All the rest were in the usual suburban sites and as of about 10 years ago all were still there. My house is now nearly 30 years old and still on a cul-de-sac, but the way they are building around here I worry the city will sell the land behind us and a developer will move in…but so far, so good.
And that’s the morning report, need to check my comics and move onward into the day. Have a good one all.
Knots, I know the form you mean, have to do it each year when I visit the doc for my annual checkup. Hope you can make things clear to the Doc.
Taters, Hooray! for son and his new house! Enjoy the biking.
I do eyedrops lying in bed, holding my eyes wide open and looking towards the wall over my head. Or I ask FCD to do it for me, but he’s not always around, so I’ve had to learn myself. It seems to be helping - the amount of crud that accumulates in my eyes is waaaaaay down.
Meanwhile, my eye doc says maybe 3 more years till my eyes are bad enough that insurance will pay for cataract surgery. So there’s that.
Taters - how exciting for your son! I remember buying my first house. At the time I figured I’d retire there. But I recently looked at it on street view. Nope, no way I’d have stayed there. The neighborhood ain’t what it used to be. Plus the house was old when I bought it in 1980. Anyway, hope he loves it!
Erranding is complete and laundry has begun. The convenience center in Charlotte Hall is smaller than the one we usually use, but I was still able to get rid of everything. Then a slight detour to get 'nanners for my sweetie, followed by a stop for my new specs. Pic to follow - gotta dash.
Sounds like LIME-uh, OH.
I’m aware of that. My granny helped put groceries on the table during the depression with a still in the basement.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. My belly is feeling better, but I still went safe with oatmeal and tea for breakfast.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
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Another fine day of RDOS, only interrupted by PT and a stop at the library on the way home.
OK. first - me and my new specs. Dunno who put that old-lady throat on me…
Second - the reason for the dash. FCD called from the dentist chair!! 
Last night he’d mentioned tooth pain and turns out they had a cancellation, so he got right in. Unfortunately, he had Otis with him and he needed me to fetch the dog because he didn’t know how long the dentist would take. So off I went. And as it happened, the dentist didn’t take that long and FCD is on his way to the boat at last. It was something about the tissue around a dental implant he got not too long ago. So no crisis there, just some pain which they dealt with.
And I got home just as my first load of laundry finished washing. That’s been tended to and I’m having an egg salad sammich. Otis has has his midday feed and he’s on watch at the front window.
Way too much excitement for one morning.
And heading out to the gym after my weekly brain fart. Wrote a check for cash (about the only thing I use checks for these days) yesterday and today I couldn’t find it, went through all my papers, checked every room…nope. So I wrote another one, and as I got up from my chair, looked down and…voided it and ran it through the shredder, but so often we misplace/lose something, do a corrective action, and immediately find the lost object…it was literally seconds in this case.
Anyway, been to the bank and had a sammich and will now head off to the gym for some sweating.
FCM, I’m still living in the first house I bought, plan to stay here for another 2-3 years and then look for a retirement apartment much like some others here. And lovely pic, I like the way the glasses fit. Glad FCD didn’t have any major dental crisis.
Hi-ho, Hi-ho It’s off to the gym I go.
Afternoon all.
Got up this morning, made coffee, poured in milk, milk turned into lumps. Put cup down, ate remaining breakfast. Went to tidy up, picked up coffee mug like it was empty, spilled contents all over the floor and sofa.
Drove into irk; massive traffic jam, due to apparently invisible roadworks on the main road, which had not been announced at all.
Turned on irk computer, message pops up saying my IT access will be terminated in 3 days due to the end of my contract.. which is due to finish in October. Message to HR going ‘WTF??’ had yielded no reply by lunchtime.
I had a meeting straight after lunch, or I would have just turned around and gone straight back to bed.
Oh, and my car insurance is nearly up and I’d forgot- and it’s gone up a lot since last year. I’ll have to shop around to see if I can find it cheaper, and I hate doing that.
I am so glad it’s the weekend. Part of me is hoping that when I go in on Moanday my card won’t work and I can just run away into the hills and be free.
Anyway…
So far as I know, all the houses I’ve lived in are still standing relatively unedited. We don’t knock buildings down much this side of the pond.
In fact, we even have a historic family home on my mother’s side… My half great uncle still lives in the house and farm my great^3 grandfather(?) bought. I can’t remember the number of generations, but the half-great uncle would know. He commissioned the most hilariously egocentric book about the place, and gave my parents a copy for Christmas. He hired someone to research for it, but reading it, you would have thought the place was only built as part of the build up to his creation. Especially ironic given that he only got it cos his mother persuaded my ggfather to change his will last minute to leave it to her son, the youngest, rather than my granddad, who’d been working there for joke wages since he was a kid in the expectation of inheriting it (or the oldest son, who also spent his whole life working there, but was the most passive non-confrontational guy in the world, not really capable of running a farm)…
I am feeling better now than before.
There is another option I’d like to look at. The local hospital has a gym/PT place that says they have a program specifically for Parkinson’s patients. I’d like some details before I sign up.
Grumble. Grumble. Squeaky has been waitlisted for NC State Engineering camp. So, uh… If any of you know of any kids who have been accepted, do me a solid and let them know how terrible it is, and that they really do not want to go.
My husband insists that our Jeep has a mind of its own and enough sentience to do things like trick him into taking wrong turns to get to roam dubious “roads” and such. I call it “Christine”.