Well, it’s Sunday, and the last race of the NASCAR schedule is at Homestead. Mrs. Nott had the brilliant idea of having us go to watch the race at Nephew’s house. However, his TV in the basement. I cringe when I think of struggling up and down those stairs every time I have to pee. I have Parkinson’s Disease and a 77-year-old bladder. Maybe I’ll stay home.
Mornin’ everyone.
’ Twas a dark and stormy night, but now it’s dark, damp, cloudy, and 50F. It’ll be cloudy to mostly cloudy today, with a daytime high of 57F and a few early-morning showers. I’ll have to get out and rake the yard again, because it is COVERED in large leaf maple leaves due to last night’s storm.
Shoe, share your popcorn with me. I’ll be right there with you, watching what happens with Lil’ Miss.
Bright Tree, I watched several episodes of High Country last night too. I had watched the first season some time ago, and I enjoyed it.
As I predicted, I was pretty much an RDOS yesterday. I cleaned up the kitchen, cleaned up dog mess in the yard, and raked leaves. I also made a pan of brownies and am enjoying one with my coffee right now.
I don’t have solid plans for today. If the rain does hold off, I may go for a walk in a nearby park.
Okay, time to get the rest of the dishes loaded in the dishwasher and start my day.
Please take care of yourselves.
Thanks. They fired the offensive coordinator the next day. I hate the throwing the trash on the field too, it seems so mean to young players who are doing their darnest.
I’d say it can’t get any worse but it might. I’m guarding my heart and hoping the KC Chiefs don’t have another bad game today, we need to salvage some prairie pride.
I always check my phone first thing autumn through spring to see what kind (if any) outer wear that I need to dress myself and Nelson in.
Happy Sunday!
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. I need to make an Aldi run today for dog kibble and sunflower seeds and I may swing through the dollar store for a few things.
Yanno, there are many things that I love about ceramic tile floors throughout my apartment, but, damn, I’ve broken more crockery since I’ve been her than anywhere else I’ve lived. Part of that is not having enough counter space to set very much down properly, but this morning, I broke the lid to the coffee bean jar. That’s one of the things that I will likely pick up at the dollar store.
Y’all have a great day!
Well, things just got interesting for Turkey Day. Daughter’s friend is bringing her dog - a bigger one than Otis! She (friend, not dog) has been waiting for a therapy dog and they just got one. So, like I said, things just got interesting…
We finally set up Google Maps so FCD and I can track each other/find our phones. He left his on the boat the other day and had we had the tracker, we wouldn’t have been tearing the house apart. Plus I don’t have to call to ask “Where are you?” when he’s running errands. I’ll know where he is if I need him to make a stop for me. And vice-versa. Yay, technology and other spy things!
I’m making soft pretzels, using the bread machine to make the dough. SIL is enroute with the grandspawn. And so the insanity begins… almost.
It’s my first day off in a week, and I’m awake at the crack of dawn eleven o’clock.
What nonsense! Imma need a nap.
The last house I lived in had tile floors in the living and kitchen areas, and I lost quite a few glass pipes to it.
Once I was sitting on the floor, smoking, and went to set it down. It slipped maybe an inch above the tile - nope, gone.
I’d assume it would be very well-trained.
Oh, yum! I did not know that was even a thing.
Same here in my kitchen. Mine is black quarry tile, impossible to clean too. No idea why the previous owner installed it, horrid stuff.always cold too so my bare feet hate it also.
It’s actually in fairly early stages of training. It’s Otis I’m more concerned about - he’s just a tad, um, rambunctious.
There are many variant recipes on line. The one I’m making is pepperoni pretzels but with salami because we don’t have pepperoni. And the spawn just arrived, so I can let them help me prep them for the oven when the dough cycle is done on the machine. Daughter will be here in about 3 hours…
Random, puzzling, thought: Why do we ‘cut’ farts? ‘Rip’, I can understand from the sound; but why ‘cut’?
Some of you might recall my saga of not being able to program my car’s built-in garage-door-opener (GDO) remote, then also not being able to program either of the alternate GDO remotes that I ordered from the manufacturer of the GDO. Well, earlier this morning I got the car’s remote to work! When I couldn’t get either of the alternate remotes to work I did some Googling, and learned what the “lock” button on the panel in the garage does: turns out it’s a safety feature that keeps new remotes from being able to be programmed! 
I kept that in mind for whenever I was ready to try again, which was finally this morning (because I also decided to clean the windows in the garage door). There’s no indication on the panel of whether the lock is engaged, but I pressed the button and tried programming the car again…and it worked. 
I’ll keep the original GDO remote in the glove box just in case I ever need it, but I’m so glad it’s no longer in one of the cup holders (a little in the way, and also advertising that I have a garage).
Yesterday I did a lot of reading. I started on the main floor couch, where I also ate some of the pizza – and, eventually, all of the mini-Cinnabons 
– I’d ordered. I finished King & Maxwell, the sixth and final book in David Baldacci’s “King & Maxwell” series (as much as I would feel invested and compelled to keep reading if there were more, I’m glad that series is done). Afterwards I spent some time futzing around with the library on my Kindle, reorganizing a few titles and deleting samples I’d downloaded years ago but no longer have any intention of reading. Finding an old sample of a book about Friends made the Kindle store suggest a recent-ish (2022) book about The Big Bang Theory (TBBT), which I repeatedly binge-watch: it was only $2 (despite being fully authorized, and written by the host of the official podcast), so I bought it and started reading. I’m a sucker for “behind of the scenes” stuff related to shows/movies that I know well, and some light nonfiction is a nice palate-cleanser after reading 7 consecutive mysteries/thrillers (and gearing up to start another one next).
Yesterday I also set up the folding tables that will hold my holiday Lego collection, and put out the track for the big train set. Here’s how the dining/Lego room looked, from the kitchen:
(BTW, the couch in the distance is the one I refer to as the “main floor” couch [vs the one in the downstairs TV room]: that’s where I do most of my daytime reading, and is the couch that Bailey still haunts. The main floor is also the second floor, and those windows overlook the street out front. The garage is directly under that room. You can’t make it out in this photo but there’s an acrylic shelf just under the window, which holds a stereo and some home decor. I’m planning to put some string lights in that window for the holidays vs having a lit tree.)
The train cars were each stored fully assembled in baggies, and this morning I put them on the track. There’s a big Christmas tree that I’ll put in the middle today: it was also stored in sections, vs being completely disassembled. All of the other holiday sets need to be either reassembled from scratch or assembled for the first time (I have seven new ones that are still in sealed boxes), and I’ll work on them over the next couple of weeks.
My goal is to have all of the Lego holiday stuff done by Thanksgiving, so that Thanksgiving weekend I’ll focus on decorating the house. My previous place was small, and I’m still planning the additional stuff I want for this house (both inside and outside) and deciding which products to order. It’s fun, and I have a nice little Amazon wish list going. 
Cleaning the garage door windows and programming the car’s GDO remote was quite enough productivity for today. Other than putting out the Lego Christmas tree and maybe assembling/reassembling a holiday set or two, plans for the rest of the day include tackling the newest issue of the New Yorker, reading more of the TBBT book, and eating some leftover 
. I’ll also need to do laundry later on – whenever I’m ready to relocate to the TV room – but just one load.
I did, too! But I blame the designer: I think the “loading” symbol should have longer/thinner/more oblong bits vs ones shaped like petals. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Getting apps installed and settings just right is a bit of a PITA, but for me the most annoying part of getting a new computer is figuring out what to do with the old one. I still have my 2010 Sony VAIO laptop, which is what I used before my current PC! I have zero patience with FB Marketplace and the like; I wish the message board feature of my HOA’s website were actually ever used.
Anyway…because it’s an all-in-one it could make for a good substitute TV, but the 27" screen is way too big for use either bedside or on the Lego table (which are the only places other than the TV room where I watch anything). It’s in a weird “old enough to be replaced but still working well yet not really worth much” grey area. I’ll keep thinking on it.
My thoughts, exactly! 
WifeBFF can’t tolerate gluten or dairy; it makes meals very challenging at times, even at home. I can’t imagine if she also couldn’t tolerate eggs. I feel for your lovely wife!
This made me realize that I will never again work with anyone who is twice my age (and that I haven’t for ~20 years), which prompted me to look up whether there’s anyone still around who is. They would be at least 110. Turns out there are many! And thank goodness for the world’s oldest living person – Ethel Caterham of Surrey, UK – who is 117. I don’t feel quite as old now.
(Sorry to those who are 59 or older! 
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One of the reasons I chose my current 3-level townhouse is that it has half-baths on the main and bottom floors (and two full baths on the top floor)!
I’ve never heard “cutting a fart,” but I have heard “cutting the cheese” as a euphemism – essentially, letting the smell out/making it more intense (assuming that the cheese being cut is inherently stinky). Maybe that’s it?
It’s very complex and difficult. For example, we went to dinner at the house of a friend who prides themself on GF cooking, and made what would have been a lovely meal but for having soy sauce in every dish. Soy sauce has wheat (tamari does not).
That said, my lovely wife wouldn’t be alive without the medical treatment that caused these intolerances, and we’re well aware of that.
I like this idea! The linked lights are purrrrty.
[quote]Thanks. They fired the offensive coordinator the next day. I hate the throwing the trash on the field too, it seems so mean to young players who are doing their darnest.
I’d say it can’t get any worse but it might. I’m guarding my heart and hoping the KC Chiefs don’t have another bad game today, we need to salvage some prairie pride. [/quote]
In beginning we could say “At least he is better than Scott Frost”. Matt Rhule is almost at the Frosty level
Last job, I shared an office with a guy young enough to be my grandson, had all the assorted stars aligned just so. I am 40 years older than he is. So that’s a bit of a kick in the ego.
Pretzels will go in the oven shortly. We’ll see how well this recipe works. Daughter should be here shortly also. And shortly thereafter, peace will return to my realm.
Sunday seemed to show up in the blink of an eye this week! It is currently 69 ferrets <insert Swampy snerk> with a light breeze. Windows are open and the cats are glued to them, enjoying the smells.
Speaking of cats, Oliver had a vet appointment Friday and got a mostly clean bill of health. I say mostly clean because he has a form of IBD, but other than that in good shape! Later this week it’s Jax’s turn to see the vet, but he kind of enjoys it, the little weirdo.
I need to do a litter box dump and refill with clean litter, then haul the trash and recycling bins to the curb. And laundry. And empty the dishwasher…
Do you mind if I ask what caused the intolerances? I didn’t realize they could be triggered by something like that.
Oopsie looking forward to the photos of your holiday Lego sets!
Red my sympathies on the tile/small kitchen combo. The place I moved from had such a small kitchen that it really made cooking difficult and really turned even a simple meal into a chore.
Good afternoon. Laundry is done, Mrs Magill is working in her office, and Squeaky is upstairs working on his honors applications. He’s already been accepted to Alabama Tuscaloosa. He also has been informed he’s been auto-accepted to a number of state colleges. He’s still waiting to hear back from his top choices. I’m still pulling for NC State.
Dinner last night was Alton Brown’s Cheesy Broccoli and Quinoa Casserole, which means it’s gonna be lunch for most of the week, too.
Chloé and I went to our friend’s former café to pick up breakfast and a pup-cup. It’s hard to tell which she enjoys more, the pup-cup or being oohed and awed over by the baristas at the drive through.
Yesterday, I increased my estradiol dose to .2 mg/day. So far, my mood has improved, and suddenly just now, I feel like I need to cry. I have no reason to, just the urge. This is really wierd.
I try, but I think you have that backwards.
It is. Related news: Publix has Wise chips on BOGO. I went in yesterday for broccoli and mushrooms for dinner, for bags somehow fell into my cart when I wasn’t looking.
We lost to Duke! When did Duke get good at football?
Sounds good! I’m in!
That’s because dobies are just big babies. Yes, they are. You’re just a big ol’ baby, aren’t you?
'* ahem *
Carry on.
hippie the [quote] tags need to be on their own lines.
I cleaned, dusted and vacuumed. I changed Spot’s litter. I made Sonoran hot dogs for lunch. I wish I had some Modelo Negra to go with them.
Well, Home Despot had broken a bunch of tile in our system, so you have your revenge.
In Stargate, they call the transmitter that opens the Stargate iris a GDO. It took me an episode or two to figure it out(because nothing wrecks your Friday like gating home, and running into a titanium garage door at 1000x the speed of light)
Tell me about it.
Dang, I haven’t made quinoa in too long.
I simmer it in chicken broth with some diced veggies (the usual carrot/onion/carlic, celery if it’s on hand) and sometimes some diced kielbasa.
Cry. Get it over with. You’ll feel better.
(Boss Level: cry in the shower.)
When I was a kid, one of my mom’s friends had a Dobie. Sweetest thing on four feet.
Also, kinda fat which looks weird on a usually sleek, lean frame.
I dunno if it’s the Blessed Day Off, the relief over the election results, the relief over how the Lil Miss situation seems to be going, this lovely watermelon-raspberry joint, or the fact that it’s an absolutely GORGEOUS afternoon - clear sapphire sky, sun shining through the colorful trees & turning them into stained glass, refreshing but not chilly temps - but all that rolled together has me a very happy lil Shoe.
Matter of fact, imma bestir myself to go for a walkabout with my phone, get some pretty leaf pics.
Treatment for Hepatitis C, she having had childhood blood transfusion. At that time, the protocol for her genotype was 11 months of pegelated interferon plus ribavirin. It kicked her autoimmune numbers way up.