Woot.
Its about to rain for a bit here.
I awoke briefly to bathroom and to get over the weird dream.
Who likes rain?
FIRST!!! Gotta love bein’ both juvenile and insomniac.
I’m okay with rain.
Got my biiiiiig trash can out to the curb, so go me!
We are in the midst of an apparently long period of SFTS (Shit From The Sky). Intermittent snow over the past week, but not enough to be fun – just light dustings. And it’s now warmed up and all turned to rain. Looking at the long range forecast, it will turn cold again and then more light dustings of snow, and I’m guessing the transition might bring freezing rain.
But hark! It’s the week of Friday the 13th! Not that I’m superstitious, but I dread it because this particular Friday the 13th I’m doomed to have both a cardiac ultrasound and then a Holter monitor inflicted on me to wear for 48 hours (well fuck that – it will be 24 hours at most). And the reason for this? Because my cardiologist is a scientist-type physician and he wants data – the more, the better. There’s not actually anything wrong with me, but if I want to retain his valuable services (he’s an excellent doctor who once saved my life when there was something wrong with me) I have to put up with his demands.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 49 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 68 with rain this afternoon. Bug man will be here at eight-thirty a.m. to do the monthly thang. Then I need to do some errands. One errand will be goin’ to talk to the burly butcher about a prime rib roast for Christmas feast. Taters inspired us to do this last year and it was soooooo good! Plus the bones will be used to make nummy soup. The rest of the day will be spent in high RDOS Inactivities. Sup shall be cubed steak in onion gravy, smashed N.O.T., peas, butter beans and okra cooked together, and corn bread muffins.
Happy anniversary to MOOOOOOM and FCD!!!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas and alack, I must needs purtify and don attire acceptable for bein’ amongst the great unwashed. Oh woe!
Happy Moanday Y’all!
I feel ya! I am going in Friday for a blood draw to monitor my PSA. I see my Urologist on the 17th. This evidently will happen every 90 days for the foreseeable future.
Hey! Do what your Dr says, dammit! You sound like my husband, making his decisions despite what the Doc says. That’s part of the reason for at least 2 of his 10 spinal surgeries. Give your Dr what he wants - the man is trying to do a job and you’re planning to thwart him… < deep cleansing breath > OK, end of lecture. Now do as you’re told, dammit! 
Thanks - hard to believe a whirlwind start actually stuck! But sometimes impulses work out. Plus, well, I’ve got him all trained, so I’ll just keep him. I’m too old to start over with another one. 
Don’t read if you’re tired of my MIL tales.
Amazingly, MIL is still hanging in there. Cathy truly expected us to be calling her yesterday. I’m pretty sure she’s not hurting, considering the pain meds FCD gives her every 4 hours, but I’ve got to wonder if her brain is even functioning beyond maintaining basic life functions. Sorry to be a downer so early.
This Moanday morning is supposed to be rainy, which is why I did leaves yesterday. No sky water yet, but it sure looks the part out there. We really need it - hardly any rain in October and not much in November. But this week, we’re forecast to get some today, tomorrow night, and Weds. I hope we do.
No plans for the day so far. FCD has gone to get us a McBreakfast. I might bake something, or clean something. I should probably change our sheets, too. So many exciting options!!
Happy Moanday!!
Good morning everyone.
It’s 40F and cloudy. The morning will be overcast, followed by partial afternoon clearing and a high temperature of 47F for the day.
I don’t mind the rain, although even a PNWer can get sick of it when it’s nearly constant for weeks. That hasn’t happened in a while, though. Also, I’m not fond of downpours and wee morning hour commutes on I-5. There are many areas of standing water and semis that push monumental amounts of water into the lanes next to them, which sometimes makes for some dicey driving as you’re trying to get around the semi.
It’s back to the salt mines today, but at least I can work from home all week since I was “in-office” for three days last week. It’s a good thing, too, because there will be lane closures on my route, which would significantly impact my commute. The lanes will be closed because the railroad needs to inspect the tracks that cross over I-5.
I’m not looking forward to work. The minute I log on, I have at least three problems because I can’t rely on others to independently problem-solve. I know because I had my work phone by my side on Friday. I took care of about four other problems on my off-day, but by afternoon, I was busy, you know, trying to be OFF WORK.
Swampy, I need to order my roast. Thanks for the reminder!
FCM, you’re dealing with a lot. We’re here for you, so don’t worry about being perceived as a whiner. You’re not whining. 
I’m sending hugs, yays, and boos to all as appropriate.
When I read of your work “adventures” I know I made the right choice in never wanting to be in charge. I had one boss lecture me as to why I should strive for a supervisory or management position - he was an ass. I, on the other hand, was a happy peon for my entire career. You make that clearer every time you post about work. How many days till you can retire??
Seriously, hang in there. And kick some butt - it’ll make you feel better.
Clear skies and 30F in MSP this morning. I don’t mind rain, as it’s life-giving. I do not like perpetually gray skies like we had in Portland winters, however. We’ll be in negative numbers by Wednesday night.
Sadie goes in for extractions today. I’ve closed the bedroom door so she can’t get under the bed, and she’s very unhappy about it. Now we’ll have to get her into her carrier in the next half hour, which she will be even more unhappy about. But this is all about better health for her. We’ll pick her up from the vet around 4p.m.
I love a good thunderstorm, but just plain rain not so much. On a windy day, when the rain is coming down in a horizontal fashion, I usually say “I don’t mind Scottish weather, but I’d much rather be back in Scotland so I could enjoy it properly!”
Dare I go off-topic in the MMP?!?!? 
Since we’re all, more or less, adults here, I shall ask, what is your least favorite candy or sweet treat? I find some of the stuff my grandkids and their friends like is, well, ick. I’m assuming it’s an age thing, so this is a survey of sorts. Is there a candy that would cause you to bypass a bowl of sweets?
For me, it’s most of the gummy stuff, especially the sour types. They stick in your teeth and sometimes the flavors are just unnatural. They’re right up there with the wax “candies” of my youth. Oh, and anything with coconut gets a pass from me. No thanks. Why would one ruin perfectly good chocolate with coconut??
Dang, now I want chocolate.
ETA - have you ever bought one of the giant candy bars from Cracker Barrel? Those things are marginally scary…
Pictures for Coppertone above.
Well good morning, everyone! I missed y’all over the weekend. I did read everything, but the biggest thing that I retained was something about shoe wanting butter? 
We had a pretty good time over the weekend and stayed at a nice hotel. There was a bit of a misunderstanding between MusicMan and Son about the time of the performance. MusicMan thought it was at 8 am Sunday, Son thought it was 8 pm Sunday. In reality it was 6:30 pm. If we had known, we wouldn’t have necessarily needed to spend the night in a hotel. Nonetheless, we went an saw a movie and dilly dallied around Columbus.
Well, I find myself to be a bit scatterbrained right now, so I’ll check back in later.
Thats Moley!
Sweets? I like chocolate, also coconut.
Nothing too hard for my teeth.
Any candy that isn’t chocolate gets a pass from me, except Payday candy bars. I will make an exception for red Lifesavers.
Today is the chiro, the dentist, and half price burgers at the local beer joint. The burgers are just okay, but I go to be with my friends.
I’ve begun the process of putting my house back the way it was pre-MIL. Not big things yet, but things that have been inconvenient. I don’t want FCD to feel like I’m too eager to reclaim our house, but I want our lives back the way they were.
For example, she’ll no longer be drinking coffee, so I put the coffee mugs back on the top shelf (we don’t drink coffee) and moved the glasses back down to the second shelf. I also shifted the plastic cups that the grands use so the lower shelf isn’t so crowded.
There are boxes of kitchen things in the basement that I neither want nor need. Daughter has expressed an interest in some of them, so I’ll sort and box the stuff I know will go to the thrift store. Once she’s gone, all of her clothing will be bagged for donation - she’s way smaller than any of us or anyone we know. The knick-knacks will be a challenge - I’m not a fan of stuff I need to dust, but I expect FCD will want to hold on to some of them. We’ll deal with that later.
All of a sudden, I understand why my mom had my dad’s stuff sorted and ready to go so soon after he died. It’s a need to move on. I can’t understand the urge to create a shrine to the deceased, but we all deal in our own ways, don’t we?
The rain has started. It’s barely over a drizzle - I hope it picks up - the driveway needs a good rinsing. But it’s nice being snug and dry indoors. A good day to bake. Oatmeal or chocolate chip cookies??
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 6c/43f with no predicted change, and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “I’m not going to lie. This day is fucking fine, but I’d be ok with 15% more clowns.” I’d prefer to get rid of the clowns completely, there have been too many of them in my day already.
My dad’s death was completely unexpected so I think it took my mum a while before she could face sorting through his stuff. She also felt there should be a “decent interval” between his death and getting rid of all his clothes etc. When mum died, I started emptying her flat after the funeral but the council didn’t care how long it took to do that, as long as the rent was being paid.
We’re still feeling the after-effects of Storm Darragh. Our friends got home safely but we have a lot of roads closed due to fallen trees, and there’s a lot of disruption on the rail network due to fallen trees, damaged power lines and some of the rolling stock has also been damaged. I don’t need to go to campus until Wednesday so hopefully things will be back to normal by then. I do need to venture outside and take a couple of photos to send to the fence guy so he can see what needs to be fixed.
Happy anniversary, mooooom and FCD 
Morning all. The rain came overnight and seems to be drying up now, which works perfectly for me; I can tolerate rain but am not a major fan of it, if it wants to rain all night that is just fine by me. Temperature is temperate, 55F going to 65F later today, but cloud cover for most of it and a 50% chance of more rain tonight.
Wolfie gotta agree with FCM, best you do what the Dr. orders. Data is not a bad thing.
swampy, happy roast planning!
FCM, looked at the weather map and you should be getting your rain now. And I deliberately never went past GS-13 in my career because I had no wish to be a supervisor. And I am 100% in agreement with you, no sour balls or coconut for me. Snickers, Kit-Kat and M&M’s are my go-to’s when I splurge.
Taters, blessed are the problem-solvers, for most folks are helpless when confronted with one. Unfortunately that really wears down the problem solvers…
Cookie, best wishes to Sadie and hopefully no hard feelings (or scars on your hands and arms) due to it.
Sticky Buns, nice pics.
wet one, so back cracked, teeth probed, and burger devoured; sounds like a plan.
boo fae, hope your contacting the fence guy early works out, looks like he and his fellow craftsmen will have a busy couple of weeks.
And now I must clothe myself for heading out of the house and do my Moanday shopping and sammich run. Have a good week all.
Happy Moonday!
Happy Anniversary FCM and FCD!
It’s raining, 46 degrees with high of 51 expected.
I’m cold.
Yesterday my son said we could get started cleaning out the back room. But first, since it was nice outside, we should clean the dogs’ ears and trim their nails. We prefer to do it outside so we don’t have to care where the nails land, or where the ear solution flies.
The neighbor came outside and said he was impressed at how Rayleigh just stood there and let us do it. LOL, Rayleigh isn’t too bad about it. Echo is okay as long as I keep shoving treats in her mouth. Misiu is usually the problem child, but he was good yesterday. Once we caught him. He thought he could hide behind the garage.
I also found out the reason I hear gunshots all weekend is that there is a shooting range somewhere near here.
Anyway, as we were going out my son opened one of the drawers to the roll top desk to grab something and UGH! mouse turds. I said since it’s N.O.S. out and sun is the best disinfectant, we’ll take all the drawers out, clean them, and let them sit in the sun. So I clean out all the drawers, threw out most of what was in them, cleaned them, wiped them down with a Lysol wipe and let them sit outside for a few hours.
I switched over to cleaning out the workshop and cutting up cardboard. It was still full of spiders, mostly daddylonglegs, but not so bad since I was wearing gloves this time.
I came in, put the drawers back, ate some lunch and the next thing I knew, I was freezing.
I’m still cold.
There’s not a lot of candy I do like. Chocolate is good, although not when combined with fruit of any kind, like Raisinettes or chocolate covered cherries. No coconut. No fake fruit flavored stuff, like Skittles or Fruit Roll Ups, usually the smell makes me queasy. No candy corn, no licorice, no peeps, no gummies, and a big Hell No to circus peanuts. The smell of cotton candy makes my stomach churn. I remember as a kid eating dots, probably ate more paper than candy. Also Pez, candy necklaces, cigarettes, wax lips and soda bottles are gross now. How did I ever eat that crap? Milk Duds and Whoppers are still okay. No to Christmas Ribbon, and pretty much any other hard candy. I can’t remember what that other stuff was called that used to get put out at Christmas time. The little squares with spots of color. Salt Water Taffy is okay depending on the flavor. Caramels are okay if soft. White chocolate sucks. No to mints of any kind.
I’m pretty picky when it comes to candy.
I woke up with chills and a headache. I don’t know what will get done today. Rain doesn’t help the way I feel. A summer rain is nice, a winter rain isn’t.
I’m debating putting the pups in daycare tomorrow. It’s senior discount day so we plan on getting groceries. That is easier without the dogs, expecially if it’s raining. They need something to do since we haven’t been to the park in weeks. I kind of wanted to go today, but not in the rain.
I might just take it easy today, do some small things. All the desk drawers are mostly empty now, I can organize them. Then if I feel better, I can take on a bigger job.
It’s been about an hour and I have calmed down, mostly. Today in the mail I got a mystery envelope. I was talking to MusicMan on the phone when it came in. It’s a large 8.5 x 11 sort of thing. I open it up and pull out a blank piece of paper. Then I look again and there’s some sort of full page creepy fucking poem about my father’s ’first Christmas in heaven.’ I don’t suppose that I would have felt such revulsion if it hadn’t been from his so-called friend who happened to be his chief enabler. Last I knew she wasn’t speaking to me. I’d honestly just rather than she kept it that way. I am certain that she meant well, but I would honestly prefer if she just kept on minding her own business.
Ok, back to trying to return some order to this house.
It seemed to go smoothly in spite of a lot of call outs(apparently a plague is making the rounds). Of course the was chaos at the end, with misloads, things in dispatch but not package ID, things ins Package ID but not Dispatch, and loads on phantom route Car V54 where are you? I did my Aldi run on the way home, and now I’m out of the rain and about to nap.
Summer rain isn’t bad. Cold, winter rain kinda sucks.
Black licorice. It tastes of sadness.
{{{{FCM}}}}
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