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That is a given 
We could do it now as long as we did it in 4 hour days. Leave around 10, drive for a couple of hours and stop for lunch and rest, then drive for another two hours, then motel. Who knows what the future will bring.
I am really hoping she can see one last total eclipse, she loves them and even scheduled a cruise so they would be in the middle of the ocean for one. I’ve never seen one so it would be a nice mother-daughter thing to do. Sigh.
Thank you so much for the kind words. I like to think I’m making her end times easier, but of course I am going to doubt myself so it’s good to hear affirmation in these really hard times.
Thank you, I will.
HOLY COW!!! That better be the really good shit!!!
He’s a cat. Moving house is very scary and to be avoided. Cats also tend to be kinda lazy, remind him that if you don’t have to deal with stairs, you will be able to do more to help with the GRs. When you find the place you really want have him visit with you, but bring some of his favorite treats and keep handing them to him as you look around.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
This would work for me, as well. Just saying. 
You are.
Well its simple if he wants to stay then he pays you rent for the place …
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 15c/58f with a predicted high of 17c/63f and cloudy. Weather app says “It’s overcast and shit. Shut your fucking piehole and grab your rain coat, just in fucking case.” Clearly happy to be back home…
Sleepovers were not a “thing” in my past, certainly wouldn’t have happened at my house because we didn’t have room for anyone else apart from us lot. As an introvert, the whole idea of a roomful of girls screeching at each other about boys and make-up fills me with horror. Just give me a cup of tea and a quiet room with a good book, thank you very much.
Taters I hope Polar is feeling better and doesn’t need an emergency vet visit.
Seanette congrats on the new job!
nellie safe travels!
Sari have you explained to your son that he can stay in the current house when he takes over all the payments? And if he wishes to continue living with you, then he has to go where you go, especially if you’re moving because of your health issues.
My break from irk is finally over and I’m back logged in today. Fortunately I am working from home today so it’s a gentler start than having to get up at stupid o’clock to go to campus, that treat comes tomorrow. Which reminds me, I need to buy a travel pass today so I can get on trains again (assuming they’re not all on strike again). I’m still adrift by a few hours so fell asleep briefly on the sofa yesterday afternoon, was knackered by my usual bedtime, then awake in the middle of the night but didn’t feel like it was for too long. I’ll catch up with myself eventually and then my trip will be a dim and distant memory.
You know the drill - it’s bedtime. You’re reading yourself to sleep. “I’ll just go to the end of this chapter.” Three hours later…
Yeah - I got less than 5 hours of sleep, dammit. But I’ll whine about something else:
Someone on NextDoor was complaining that because of the storm, they didn’t have internet so they didn’t have TV. Oh, you poor baby. Yeah, I know, some people have a big-ass tree poking thru their roof, but no TV?? The HORROR!!! What next - Harris Teeter doesn’t carry your favorite brand of caviar?? How can you go on??
/end snark
Not sure what I’ll do with the kids today. FCD finally has his appointment with the urologist - almost a month after he made it. I guess that’s a disadvantage of living in the boonies - not as many medical specialists. First world problems, right? Anyway, glad he’s finally getting seen. His dad developed prostate cancer in his late 60s/early 70s so naturally that’s in the back of our minds. Fingers crossed.
As for the kids, maybe just basement/back yard play today. I have laundry to do. Then I’ll take them to the playground by their mom’s school so I can give them back to her this afternoon. I guess that’s a plan.
Onward then! Happy Tuesday!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 74 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 96 and N.O.S. for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is laundry. I can hardly contain myself! Other than that it shall be a day of high sloth and general overall uselessness. I foresee quality cee-mint pond time, nappage, and day drinkin’ as a slothful minimum. I suppose if one is slothful the minimum amount is to be expected. Sup shall be tacos 'n fixin’s with rice and beans. Fartfest to follow.
Pilot twuck is small. I could have done it all in two loads, but didn’t want to risk overloadin’ and have limbs and such fall out on my way to the dump which is about a ten mile ride one way. Experience has taught me 'tis better to make smaller trips than risk that again.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
I missed the cake by my name, but remembered when I looked at a calendar - today I’m 23 years on the Dope! The mind boggles!!
Whatever we each do for the severely afflicted, it can’t ever be enough to change the fact they’re getting worse and will eventually die. Heck, whatever we each do for the totally young and totally healthy, it can’t ever be enough to change the fact they’re getting worse and will eventually die.
You have caring in your heart and are taking actual time and actual actions to help her. not just making excuses to yourself about maybe checking on her next week. That is plenty given the realities of where and how you live, etc.
{{Hugs}}.
Sorry. I pulled a stupid. Been too long since I lived in Vegas.
I meant the settlement on the NV/CA border along I-15 between Vegas and Barstow. Which Google maps tells me is called “Primm” and is ~40-minutes from Vegas.
“Stateline” is the border town near Lake Tahoe on US-50. Oops.
At least I didn’t try to send you to Wendover! 
Sari I’m at a loss for words. You have my complete sympathy as you drag all these intractable problems forward in time on next to no sleep. I wish I had something constructive to offer, but I don’t. {{Hugs}}.
As to me:
Happily up since long pre-dawn and now balconating after a brief flurry of ambition killing administrivia in the dark. Warm & humid, with pretty lightning offshore as the sun approached rise. Now post-sunrise, it’s fixin’ to get hot and I may slide indoors after posting this one. We’re supposed to have intermittent thunderstorms in the afternoon, but that doesn’t take an expert meteorologist to predict; just glance at the calendar. After March & before November? Intermittent thunderstorms someplace near you, maybe even straight above you. So pretty.
Today mid-morning shall be a meeting with a possible new financial advisor. More looking for a second opinion than an actual change. Ref FCD later today I’ll get get a blood draw for a PSA test for my annual urologist visit coming up in a week-ish.
Her Ladyship shall arise a bit early by her standards and leave the house at the crack of 10am to have a day with her daughter sans all kids, not just most. That may not help her much but will be a huge mental health day for Daughter and somewhat for me. We two shall reconvene together for craft Taco Tuesday at our usual habitue.
FYI all, today is National Ice Cream Sandwich day (at least in the USA). Our building is giving them away; just stop by the office. Y’all may have to make your own local arrangements, but this is the sort of holiday I could get behind.
As to FCD & FCM & prostates.
As a man of a certain age I too have that issue. Substantially everyone gets BPH. Which is readily addressable with cheap drugs … until it isn’t. Lotsa easy ways now to surgically fix uncontrollable swelling.
BPH is a risk factor for prostate cancer, but it’s not a simple automatic progression to actual cancer. For damn sure the important thing is to get it professionally inspected often enough that any cancerous stuff is dealt with earlier, not later. Which again can be addressed with minimally invasive surgical techniques.
I know FCD is bad about that self-care thing. Good luck!!
And Happy Doperversary to FCM
I recall back when FIL was first diagnosed, the doc said pretty much every man ends up getting prostate cancer, but it’s very rare that it’s fatal - usually something else does one in before the cancer gets that bad. Regardless, FCD is not screwing around with this - tho I did have to give him the phone number of the urologist, lest he “forget”. Right now he’s so focused on Daughter’s school, he considered everything else an unnecessary interruption.
It amazes me how many people consider other minor administrative stuff to be more important than their own health care. As I mentioned to weasel in another thread, a drowned lifeguard is useless to the people who they think need saving.
My own Dad had prostate cancer that eventually required the relatively primitive surgery of the day. But something totally unrelated eventually killed him. Which is the usual story.
However as our own dear QtM demonstrates, once in awhile a prostate goes from swollen to cancerous to metastatic kinda quickly. And it’s the “metastatic” part that turns a medical irritant into a promptly life-threatening crisis with burgeoning nasty consequences. All in all, Dr LSL says “Don’t tempt Fate; you don’t want to go there.”
For those who are squeemish, don’t click this link - it’s a pic of my owie. You can sorta see the bruise below the cut. It’s tender to touch as might be expected, but I’m just lucky I was standing where I was, else the block might have gotten my face or my throat. Moral of the story - don’t trust tablesaws!
First load of laundry is washing. I’ll have 2 or 3 more depending on how motivated I feel. It’s going to be a loverly day, so I’ll be hanging it all outside to dry. Such excitement!!
When someone says that, I always assume they mean “replace a cylinder head”. That happens often enough in my world that folks just call it a cylinder. metal mouse, may you be able to nurse your vehicle to repair day.
This, you can plan for it but don’t forget to enjoy what you can now because the future is not guaranteed. But end times are hard. I’d like to go back and end with my own mother on a better note. But she was drugged up, cancered up, frustrated, and in pain so I can’t be sure she was really upset with me or not. I have to be satisfied that she knew I loved her and was trying to look out for her. I am sure that your mom knows you love her.
This is correct, of course. But yes, your son can continue living in the current space if he pays rent, right? And you can move into a space that is easier on your knee. But then you won’t be available to look after him and that may open his eyes to the beauty of the arrangement you have now.
FCM, happy Dopeaversary! And yes please, keep pestering him about urology appointments. See if you can sneak reminders onto his phone. I set myself annual and monthly reminders. You’d think my phone would be heavier with the weight of them all. Ha!
I’d best head out to irk. Get out and enjoy a beautiful August 1st.
Mornin’ everyone.
It’s 55F and mostly sunny outside, with an expected high of 85F and clear skies.
Polar is doing better, thank goodness. I made some over-easy eggs for him, which he ate after some coaxing from me. After he ate the eggs, I was a big softy and gave him some doggy ice cream, which he happily ate. I waited a bit after that and gave him all his meds, and he seemed pretty much normal, although sleepier than usual. Around lunchtime, he received his usual sammich, but ate it slowly.
He’s not naturally a snarfer, but he was slower than usual. He wasn’t really interested by the time dinner arrived, although I got him to eat some of it.
I gave him his meds this morning (one chewable Rymadil tablet), one and one-half pills of ketoconazole, and three capsules of clindamycin. The capsules are the biggest pain to give to him.
We skipped the zoo yesterday, mainly because I wanted to keep an eye on Polar, but I did my laundry and puttered some more out in the yard. I got the lawn mowed and watered, the flowers watered, pulled a few weeds, and completed other indoor chores.
We’ll go to the zoo today and probably out to lunch or dinner.
Happy Doperversary, FCM! I hope the news isn’t bad for FCD and that he keeps on top of the problem. And Jaysus! I’m so glad that wasn’t your face. That had to HURT!
sari, you need to do what works for you. Your current home is no longer a fit, and either your son accepts that and moves to your next place with no griping, or he stays there, learns to drive, and take care of himself. He can’t have it all his way. I know change is difficult for your son, but life is all about change.
boofae, I’m glad you get to ease into returning to work, and I hope the week is smooth. It seems it’s always bumpy when returning to work from vacation.
I suppose I better get going. I need to wash the pans my husband dirtied last night and run the dishwasher. Since it will be warm, I’ll need to ensure the posies get a nice drink of water too.
FCM Yikes. In all my years of table sawing, I’ve only had one kick back, It didn’t get me, but it hit the guy working at a bench about 25 feet behind me. You gotta be respectful of those machines. I think you said you were cutting 4x2 sheets down to 2x2? That’s going the wrong way. I much prefer my tracksaw. Yeah, it’s spendy, but it is so much safer, and I like my fingers.
And happy dopervesary.
taters Glad to hear Polar is doing a bit better. {{{}}} and skritches.
My meeting about the potential new gig went ok, but they don’t really have the funds to do justice to what they want to do. I’ll need to be creative and see if’n I can figure out a way to cheap it out. But ADA requirements will severely constrain what we can do as far as interactive exhibit stuff.
Now must get to the hardware store and buy more chemicals (Bondo). And perhaps ponder lunch type things.
It rained overnight, so it was less hideously uncomfortable at work. I stopped and bought a MegaMillions ticket. If I win, I’ll be taking applications for sycophants. Spot was happy to see me, as usual. Although I use the phrase “I’m not cuddling you if you keep biting my face” a lot for someone who is not dating Hannibal Lector’s daughter.
[Nurse Mom]Don’t pick at it[/Nurse Mom]
Happy Doperversary!
Happy doperversary!
Both towns are curiosities in their own way.
I was in Harvey’s casino in Stateline once. You can literally walk out the door and across the street, and you’re in California. And there are about a dozen little motels on the CA side within walking distance to the casinos.
Primm is different, being on the interstate; there’s virtually nothing on the California side other than, yes, one tiny little building called “The Lotto Store.”
No, it was 2"x2" from a scrap of 3/4" plywood. We do have a variety of hand saws, both power and old school, but the tables saw was the right tool. Not controlling the cut was my error. Painful lesson learned.
I don’t, but I do need to keep it clean, which requires manual contact. Ouch!
The kids had mac-n-cheese for lunch. I have 3 loads hanging on the lines and a 4th in the dryer. FCD has to have an MRI. He said his urologist was a 30-something blond. I don’t think he was expecting that… 
Now we’re watching Bubble Guppies. Yeah. Lucky me. 
I would not recommend Bondo for lunch.
It does stick to your ribs though.