Howdy Y’all! Mowage has been achieved. We no longer have the worst yarhd in da ‘hood. I did that while OYKW procured provisions. We can be all efficient like that when we want to be. Bug man is coming in a bit. Nappage shall occur when he leaves. I deserve that.
Happy Hump Day!
No park, I slept in until 7:10, about 5 hours of sleep.
No daycare either for Echo. I’m not sure when she’ll go back, probably next week.
Ripple gets upset when she goes to daycare and we are trying to keep him as stress free as possible.
I think part of the problem with him last night was that my son went back to irk for the first time in over three weeks.
My son had to do janitorial irk last night, otherwise he would have gotten out around 11, and the higher up don’t like that. His boss told him Tuesdays are slow, but Wednesdays and Thursday are busy.
In more good news…
The neighbor who is not the other half of the duplex just put his house up for sale. It’s been two years since he kicked out the last tenants telling them he was selling the house. I really liked those neighbors and we still keep in touch.
The problem is, or will be…
I looked up the listing and it says there is a parking space in the back.
Nooooo, there WAS a parking space in the back because I generously allowed him to use part of my parking pad. That was for him and the tenants I liked.
If you have a small car, and park within a half inch of the garage, you may be able to claim there is a parking space.
Those who were around here when I first bought this house remember the shit I went through. My house had been vacant for a while and his tenants, as well as other people in the neighborhood, were just parking on my property. I came out one day and couldn’t get out because I was blocked in.
People across the street were parking behind my house and walking through his unfenced yard to get to my parking pad.
When I had had enough, tow truck got called, and my tires got slashed. At least he evicted that tenant, who was a drug dealer and was telling his customers to park behind my house.
You do you, but stay on your fucking side of the fence to do it.
Oh no no no! We are not going through that shit again.
I suppose I should call the agent and tell them that just because I let the tenants I liked use part of my pad to park on doesn’t mean I am going to let anybody else do it.
Maybe I’ll ike the new people who move in, and I’ll agree to give them some leeway. Maybe they’ll be assholes and I won’t.
That was the first lie in the listing. The other is that there are plenty of parking spaces out front. LOL! There is in the middle of the day, but forget about that once people start coming home from irk. By 3 or 4 parking is scarce. However, that lie isn’t my problem.
I think that there should be a law that if you make a single-family home into a multiple family home, you must provide off-street parking for your tenants.
Poor Taz, it’s always a hard decision.
I’m not always really happy with one of Ripple’s vet. I think she cares, but I think she is also all about the money too. She always wants to run tests, but she is good in other ways. She is only one vet in the practice though, and I never know which vet I’m going to get.
I need to email the oncologist today. Ripple is doing a whole lot better. Still being an asshole about taking his pills. It’s easier when my son is here though.
I hope your mom’s appointment goes well tomorrow Talky
I’m glad Lager is feeling better, even if it does make him a little naughty.
I got shit to do today, but irk keeps getting in the way.
My throat is sore, sure it’s just pollen, but talking on the phone hurts and I don’t want to.
And this followed shoe’s post. 
Hopefully shoe is no longer heaving today.
I just made flight plans for San Diego. I guess this might be an interesting landing.
Today’s fun is the owner meeting - all 8 apartments’ worth, to discuss our big heating upgrade project. Hopefully won’t be too painful, but it will be mostly Swiss German. Might need scotch afterwards.
Oh you know Ripple?
This morning we found a pill on the floor. I know it had to be from this morning, because it wasn’t there earlier.
Better, somewhat. It’s mostly a stress response - I have some things freaking me out - so as per the usual, I haven’t been eating much, which pisses off the tum-tum even more.
I don’t have any respiratory symptoms whatsoever, and - while I know it freaks people out when I say this, especially given that I work in food service, but - I simply cannot afford to take two unpaid weeks off work. So, I simply muscle through my shifts as best as I can - lots of hand washing - and don’t get tested.
What you don’t know can’t hurt you, right?
My poor manager looked like absolute dogshit the last time I saw her. We have juice, lemonade, pop (that Michigander term still weirds me out!) root beer, etc. for sale & freely available to employees, so close to when she was leaving, she got herself an apple juice.
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away, right?” she joked with a weak smile.
I started this morning by running the coffee maker without a cup underneath. Let’s hope that’s not indicative of how the rest of the day goes.
Put together a cabinet for Mrs W’s office yesterday. There was a part missing, so it’s now sitting almost-finished in the corner while we await a replacement.
Since we moved, I’ve assembled a TV stand, a dining table, four dining chairs, three counter stools, an office chair, a dresser, two nightstands, two end tables, the aforementioned office cabinet; plus I’ve mounted two TVs, a large heavy mirror, and a laundry rack to various walls. A headboard for our bed and (the big project) a Murphy bed for the guest room are still waiting in boxes.
I still need to find a job, but it feels like I have one already.
Oopsie, you’re doing the right thing for Bailey by firing your vet. Here’s hoping the next one has a much better doggie-bedside manner.
The vet saga continues: Bailey has an appointment in about 40 minutes (just with a tech) to have her bandage re-done. I had to remove it this morning to take a photo for the new doc. We’ll talk about scheduling the procedure then. The silver lining is that I decided to take the rest of the day off work, so I’m looking forward to that. And the ramp I ordered to help her get in/out of the car arrived yesterday; we’ll see if she actually uses it. 
In other news, I got stung by a wasp yesterday! First time in years that I’ve been stung by anything. My laundry room is an addition on the main structure, and sometimes crickets or something get in there. Yesterday evening I stuck my hand in the lid-less Tide pods container without looking first, and…well, sudden searing pain in the tip of one of my fingers. I think I might have actually grabbed the wasp/put my finger right on its stinger. For a split second I wondered how a pushpin – or something else small and stabby – had wound up in the container, but then I heard some furious buzzing and the damned thing landed on my shirt. I did some fancy dance moves (thank god there was no camera), and eventually it landed on the floor and crawled off under the storage shelves. I’d forgotten how much a wasp sting hurts! It was very painful for 2-3 hours, then very sore, but by the time I went to bed it was just a little sore. Today my finger is more-or-less back to normal, and I just have some lingering awareness that something happened.
Ugh. 
Yes, I often have to remind myself of the same. Sometimes it’s hard to patient with these people, but it could definitely be so much worse…and it’s always better than proposal work was. 
HA! 
Boatwork didn’t go as planned. The hole had been cut in the bow, and the tunnel was in place.
The fiberglass guy cemented it in place.
Then he cut it flush with the hull and was getting ready to do the fiberglass work. Apart from not wanting to accidentally hose him down, he was going to be doing a lot of sanding, so we decided that once my Cetol was done, we’d leave. And we did. FCD has to take his mom to a retina specialist tomorrow, so I may go to the boatyard myself and scrub, if the exterior fiberglass work is done.
Meanwhile, I just finished planting some 'mater plants that I got a Lowe’s, plus I put some cuke and pepper seeds in the ground. They’re older seeds so they may not germinate - we shall see. If I don’t see any shoots in the next week or so, I’ll try to find some seedlings instead.
Still avoiding the call to the vet. Why can’t Taz just go to sleep and not wake up? Why do I have to make the decision… 
I’ve only had a few who made the decision for me.
I appreciated it.
I had a few that the decision was easy to make.
No matter what, it’s a hard thing to do.
I’m sorry.
Hugs to you, FCM.
That absolutely sucks.
Hello my fellow Mumpers! It’s been a busy Wednesday here in Fishland. And it’s not over yet. Between having to get BtY to school (since CtE stayed home again because of panic attacks - we’ve got to get this figured out for them), then trying to get a few things done before going to see Dad, I was feeling pretty good. Until I got to the rehab facility. They are planning on sending him home on Saturday. Even though he hasn’t gotten the services he actually needed because PT had been given the wrong information. He’s pissed, I’m pissed, my bonus-sister is pissed. Dad’s calling for an appeal in a little while. In the meantime, Bonus and I were talking about trying to get things set up at home to make it easier for him. Fixing and adding on to his front porch so there’s a stable path that goes to his driveway. Putting down the planks of flooring that he’s had hanging around forever but couldn’t do himself. Making sure the carpet and everything else is in good shape. Just trying to give him less to trip over. I need to talk to my brother about when he’s going to be in town again so we can set some of this up. There’s no way we’ll have it all done by Saturday, but getting it done period is the important part.
We’ve also gotten the call that the van is ready to pick up. Of course, Hubby has afternoon meetings. I tried calling MFN and got his voicemail. When he called me later, he said he hadn’t gotten the message. And, of course, was in the middle of something else. So I’m hoping that Hubby’s meeting ends soon. The only other option is picking it up after dropping BtY at school in the morning.
Ooopsie, I’d be upset too and Dr Y would have been gone before now. I’m glad that you’re going to get a new doctor for Bailey.
metalmouse, I really should limit myself. I need to start. Not only will it help me with maintaining what I can’t lose, it will help money-wise too. CtE has therapy tonight, so I’m hoping they’ll talk some of this over with her tonight.
Read most, will try to catch up with the rest when I’m back from getting the van! Have a good afternoon!
Happy World Hamster Day, everybody!
Bah. They say bad things come in threes; well, first it was the fence getting blown down, then the water leakage, and now I go out to start my car and it won’t. So I’ve called AAA (finally get some benefit from my membership) and am awaiting a service person in about 30 minutes. Oh joy.
More later, need to turn the water back off.
We supped and cleanded up the kitchen. Now we chill.
MetalMouse hope AAA gets your vehicle started. That sucks.
Today’s weather was sun, rain, sun, snow, clouds, snow, sun, clouds.
It’s looking like I’ll be needing to mow the lawn in the next couple of days. Didn’t we have a 6" snowstorm 2 weeks ago?
Harrumph I say!
{{{Moooooom and Taz}}} Wishing a peaceful end for Taz.
I’m glad that Ripple is having a good day sari.
Maybe Shadow is a bit lonesome BooFae.
doggio, do you need that note to the shelter notorized? 
oopsie, when I began looking for a dog 6+ years ago, one of the things that was a must was that it would top out at 25#. I know that I can lift that size dog in and out of bed / the car. I’m getting no younger and have a bad back, so Nelson’s 17# and change works for me.
Irked, came home, walked the smol boi, et and did the printing / cut work for the cover of the cookbooks. Now all that’s left on them is the assembly of the cover page, the bookplate and shipping them. After, I’ll use the scraps from the project to make borders for next year’s books.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
The van is back! All the quirks are gone. I’m in my happy place.
Well, sort of. I’m sitting at the parking lot of CtE’s therapist while they’re getting their brain fine tuned. I parked at the edge of the lot, thinking it would be nice shade. What I didn’t expect was the trees to decide that they don’t like me here and are throwing nuts at the top of my van. I just watched one roll down the windshield. I shouldn’t be, but I’m highly amused.
And now I’m going back to reading for a few minutes before CtE comes out and I take them to get something to et. I do love these evenings, especially when the weather is nice and I can keep the windows down.
This is a super, super hard thing for anyone to do and I am sad for you. I am also willing to take the responsibility for making the decision and tell you to make the call first thing in the morning. Schedule the appointment and give Taz a whole can of tuna all of his own if he will eat it. Give him cuddles and tell him that he was the best kitty ever and that you will miss him always, then let him go.
We will be here with hugs when it is done.