Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 72 Amurrkin out and mostly cloudy with a predicted high of 90 and mostly cloudy for the day. The main item on today’s agenda is deheathenization. I get to plop down in a pew and be a congregant today. YAY! We shall procure a McN.O.L. to bring back to da cave and eat. That shall be followed by nappage, to be followed by high sloth and general overall uselessness.
{{{JtC}}} I know how bad that feels for you. Went through all that with my father. It’s so hard watchin’ a loved one’s mind slip away like that.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, purtification for deheathenization must commence!
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s a balmy 23c/74f with a predicted high of 27c/81f outside, and partly cloudy. Weather app is on the fence today, “It’s not quite terrible outside. You might not hate it, but I probably fucking do.” It’s sunny and too hot for me so I’m happy to be indoors where it’s cooler and the open windows are providing a nice breeze.
We have a weather warning for thunderstorms and rain although the area covered by both warnings is slightly different. We are more likely to be in the storm area although of course that brings rain with it. Yesterday there was a torrential downpour with thunderboomers, that lasted about half an hour, and the street outside was like a river. Today it’s all bright and shiny instead, sky is hazy rather than clear so we’ll see what happens later.
{{{{{JtC}}}}} It is hard to watch someone slipping away like that, so many of us have been there and know what it’s like.
RealFish in my usual job, I work with three other women of a similar age, we share a block of four desks often referred to as Menopause Corner! Discussions are often derailed by a “menopause moment” where one of us completely forgets the word we are looking for. We have plenty of desk fans so we can keep ourselves cool but the worst thing for me is the brain fog. That and the unwanted extra weight
nellie I hope the ice packs continue to provide a small amount of relief for you.
Nothing exciting in my day so far, we were up late watching films so it was a late start for me. The cats are fed, fresh water has been provided, litter trays are clean. I had to get the smaller rollsuck out to clear up the amount of litter than Cherry kicks around the place. She seems to be trying for some kind of indoor record for how far she can launch it!
'im indoors is still in bed, I’m waiting for him to get up so I can start making some food for us. We also have a note through the door from someone further up the street, three bikes were stolen from their garden in the early hours so she asked if we could check our CCTV cameras at the front of the house to see if there’s anything on there they might be able to pass to the police.
I feel very sorry for her, hopefully the cameras might pick something up but I don’t think they work that well at night. 'im indoors was talking about upgrading them to better quality night vision ones, but he talks about a lot of things and does very few of them.
Once food has been cooked, scoffed and dishes washed, I shall prepare myself for an afternoon of slothage. He’s making dinner tonight so I don’t have to think about that, all I need to do is sloth properly.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. I shall clean, and maybe go for a walk. Somebody found the neighbor’s Boston last night, so now the complex is 2 for 3 on finding lost pets.
Spot is a 2 year old boy. He acts like one
He is currently got his claws wrapped around the baby gate webbing, and is rattling it like he was a prisoner in Attica.(there are flying fuuds on the patio)
Well, one time in band camp at the hockey Convention, My friedn C(who had had a hysterectomy 25 years prior) and I were wandering, when one of our other friends called and asked us to pick her ups some tampons.
us: < walks into Rite-Aid >
C: < stares at 44 foot section of feminine products >
C: “Uhhhhh…”
Me: < grabs appropriate package > “This is what she wanted, and she didn’t state a brand preference.”
So there are some trade offs.
My Mom is a retire pediatric nurse, so I’m used to the fact that humans are jiggling blobs of protoplasm that ooze goo from every orifice, and occasionally we have to nip, tuck, and rip out the squishy bits that go haywire. Also, your bones are wet right now.
{{{JtC and mom}}} My mom went through something similar, but with cooking.
nellie, I think that you combined your response to me and JtC. (that’s OK…when I was on stage more often, I occasionally combined verses to songs, or worse yet, combined songs. Kept my band on their toes, it did. )
I had nearly finished menopause when I went on blood thinners and triggered some serious bleeding from an undiagnosed uterine condition and had the whole works yanked. It was nice to have it over and done once and for all.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP and Sunday chores. I’m envious of you retired drains on society not having to get up for irk tomorrow.
One more trip around the sun. Imma treat myself to breakfast at the diner. Then some quality back porch n book time with some day drinkin’. Perhaps a nap.
It’s currently 54 degrees and cloudy outside. The expected high is 75 with little to no chance of rain. The skies will morph to partly cloudy and then sunny later today. I should be able to get my lawn mowed today too, since there is less than a five percent chance of moisture today.
{{Jane}} I’m sorry about your mother.
Happy Birthday, VanGogh!
The ***holes next door threw another drunken karaoke party last night and one asswipe is still going strong as I type this at 5:36 am. Our windows are shut, and I can hear him caterwauling now. I’m trying to rein in my complete annoyance at the lack of sleep and the fact that I have stuff to do like get Polar to the vet early this morning as well as tidy up for visitors later today.
Why, oh why, do such idiots surround my house?!
I guess I better finish my coffee and head for the shower. Fun times today.
“He’s a keeper” was exactly the words I intended to respond with. Then I saw you beat me to it. Yaay for both of you!
I’m with hubby. Cat’s are not trainable in the “Obey my orders” sense, but they are quite trainable in the “Doctor, it hurts when I do that. Then don’t do that” sense.
If your cabinets have exposed (not recessed) handles, you may find you can simply put a rubber band around two adjacent handles to make a half-assed childproof lock. Or at least cat-proof lock. if the rubber band is just the right strength, it’ll provide better - stronger negative reinforcement when it whacks the errant cat harder. Rubber bands are also cheaper and easier to install than are real child locks. If that does the trick you’ve saved a lot of trouble. And if not, you can always upgrade to the real ones.
Damn that’s hard. {{hugs}}, {{hugs}}, and more {{hugs}} for you. All you can realistically hope is that she remains happy as her descent continues. {{Hugs}} again in case the others wore off already.
I’ve never understood the horror about colonscopies. Eat light for a day, spend 4-6 hours pooping little to nothing but increasingly clear water, sleep overnight, ride to the doc, lay in a bed, ride home, and sleep the rest of the day. Easiest way I know to lose 3 lbs, although sadly it doesn’t last.
Could not have been easy, that’s for sure. My late first wife had always been a woman of short light periods with negligible mood impact. Until her first run-in with breast cancer. At age 40 post-surgery they put her on tamoxifen which was/is standard-of-care for estrogen-sensitive BC. Its purpose is to mop up most or all of your estrogen which any surviving micro-tumor needs as fertilizer. It’s side effect is … instant violent menopause. We’d already mostly aged out of any desire to make a baby, but now it was Official: no offspring for us.
We’d just gone through a real scary patch of life together and suddenly she’s experiencing for the first time in her life wild mood swings, random heavy periods, then not, etc. The whole inconvenient panoply to which female flesh is heir. ‘Twas a rude introduction for the both of us. She did say it made some of her lady friends’ and co-workers’ normal behavior a lot more comprehendible. Not excusable in her book, just comprehendible. All this occurred shortly after we’d moved from warm Las Vegas to chilly-in-winter St. Louis. I will say that in the unwelcome wintertime her hot flashes power surges were just the trick to warm the bed & my frozen hands.
He sounds a bit inconvenient and probably getting worse. Aren’t we all? I know you’ve thought of this, but can you work with Daughter, SIL, etc., to get them on-board with including you, or at least them notifying you directly, of any plans they make with FCD in your absence? What did/do they say when you ask? Some problems cannot be overcome, only outflanked.
Happy birthday dear VanGo … An extra treat at the diner sounds like just the thing. Be sure to tell us what it was.
Taters, bad neighbors are the total worst. It’s move, call the cops, shoot somebody, or maybe all three. No good choices on that list.
As to me:
Morning all! Called back healthy for irk last night and my on-call irk shift started today at 7am. Now at ~9 I’m still unmolested but that could change at any moment. Outside it’s 83/28 on the way to 91/32 with a bunch of puffy clouds and overall fuzzy sunniness. As always, the forecast predicts showers and possible thunder later here and there. But probably not right here and even if so, not for long.
Coffee has been going down nicely, email’s been read, hurricanes have been checked up on (coast is clear for awhile), and now I hear Her Ladyship rumbling around in the bedroom, doubtless to emerge soon. After which there shall be sheveling, dawdling, and feeding. Over the last couple of days she’s slowly been congesting up as I’ve recovered. We seem to do that a lot. We’re neither of us ever very ill; it’s all irritant-level stuff. But we rarely seem to both be in tip-top shape the same week. Oh bother. I’m sure that will get better as we get older together. Right? Right?
Cheers all. Happy Sunday. Remember, tomorrow is Flyboy’s birthday.
I find colonoscopies more amusing than anything else, though the prep regimen I’ve been given is 3 days of low-residue diet and I’m doing 4.5 this time around to account for the effects of Ozempic.
With tamoxifen, I, too, am the bed-warming device.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated and then decided to head back to da cave for sammiches rather than stoppin’ somewhere. Then nappage got achieved. Now it’s high sloth time. In a while the biiiiiiiiiiiiig trash can will get hauled all the way down to the road for pickup. That will be the big excitatement for the rest of the day.
Kind of, I still dream about publishing something of value that is noticed by those I would hope to have as peers. To some extent this has happened but not in my preferred field.
I’ve asked, but with mixed results. Not worth a fight - I’ll just whine about it here.
You have a unique definition of amusing… My doc let me do Cologuard this time. We’ll see whether/when I have to be roto-rootered again.
Stolen from doggio because I’m too tahred/lazy to do it myself…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VanGo!!!
We’re home. The boat is back at the boatyard where they’re supposed to install our generator water pump tomorrow. We started purging the fresh water system of the antifreeze put in for the winter but it was slow going. And we can’t find the submersible pump that we used last time. Dammit. Maybe tomorrow.
And tomorrow when the pump is installed, we’ll move the boat back to our dock. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow. So, yeah, fun there. But for now, chillage.
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My doc let me do Cologuard this time. We’ll see whether/when I have to be roto-rootered again.