Up from naptime. Having Old Bay fish and seafood stew for dinner, and since it’s Good Friday, a Monte Cassino for cocktails. Spot has been an unhinged maniac all day.
Oy. Glad you made it through it.
Yeah, that would break me of the desire, too.
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Said every good Mohel.
I used to date this girl from Mississippi, and one time she got sent to a job in WV. She called me up and said These people are more Southern than I am. 
Jeez, which of the gods did you piss off?
YAAAAARRRRRRGH! 
No, no, nope, nyet, nein.
… and I always think, “Your poor back!”
15-year-old giggling girls can be terrifying.
Thanks for the mental image.
Heh, well done.
I have a small hunk of spiral sliced ham still frozen solid. What are the odds it will be cookable (well, re-baked with a nice glaze, pretty sure they’re fully cooked already) but I only moves it to the fridge … mmm … less than twenty minutes ago? I *meant to take it out before work yesterday so it could start thawing, but only kept thinking of it when I wasn’t near my freezer.
I needed a coupla things from the Good Grocery Store today, so on a whim, I treated myself to a small package of lamb chops for my Easter Sunday feast.
Cuz nuthin’ says, “Blessed Day we commemorate the holy resurrection of our Savior and Lord, the Lamb of God” like … eating an actual lamb.
Still, they’re tasty, and yes, I’m using religion to justify buying expensive meat.
Howdy Y’all! We got shorn and et LJS. Then nappage and sloth ensued. The Good Friday service was nice. It’s been rainy this evenin’ and may be tomorrow evenin’. There may be a need for an alternative to startin’ the Great Vigil outside tomorrow. Change upsets Whiskypalians. We may need valium to cope.
Mollie don’t ever think you are bein’ a one trick pony in here. We support you on your journey and want the MMP to be a safe place for you to be able to express yourself. Besides, if talkin’ about the stuff goin’ on in one’s life makes one a one trick pony, then the MMP is full on one trick ponies. I gather you speak of the Pascal candle. It is lit (re-kindled) at the Easter Vigil. Then it is lit throughout Easter until Pentecost. After that it is lit at Baptisms and funerals. It is lit for Palm Sunday and extinguished after the service. In my church, it is lit durin’ Easter and Pentecost. Then, unless there’s a Baptism or funeral it stays in the Sacristy. It’s used at funerals because funerals are considered to be “Easter” celebrations. Actually though you may be thinkin’ of the Sanctuary Lamp which is a perpetual candle as it is lit and stays lit as long as the Aumbry contains consecrated hosts and or wine an Oil of Chrism (for anointin’ at Baptism and Confirmation). The candle may have a red coverin’ over it or may be like a lamp filled with oil or liquid paraffin suspended over the Aumbry . I am such a church nerd! 
doggio I didn’t actually wash any feet. I handed out clean towels, assisted folks with pourin’ water in the basin, and assisted people with standin’ bach up after they knelt on the floor. I don’t want my feet touched and don’t touch others feet. I am a delight at the Podiatrist office. I am not a fan of lamb. I will eat it if it’s served to me but I won’t cook it.
Taters glad Mr. Taters surgery went well!
Cookie glad you feel better. I have only mornin’ meds right now. I hope I never have more than once a day meds cause I do fear about mixin’ them up.
VanGo Bartles and James and homemade ear piercin’ would seem to pair well together. Kinda like PBR and throwin’ beer bottles at stop signs go well together. I was a bit of a reprobate durin’ my misspent youth.
rocker The Great Vigil starts in darkness and gradually goes to full light. I would really like to see the Orthodox version. It sounds like a thing I would church nerd out over!
MOOOOOOM my mom had two creepy clown statues that sat by the teevee in the livin’ room. They were sump’n she bought when the ‘rents sold the house my sibs and I grew up in and moved out to the country. OYKW informed me that there was no way they would ever enter our home. He got no argument from me. My youngest niece has them now because she thinks they are kitschy and likes the look on peoples faces when they see ‘em in her home for the first time. She be weird like her Unca swampy.
MetalMouse glad you made it safely to Etlanner. I enjoyed goin’ there in my younger days, but now it has lost its appeal to me.
JtC it’s hard to admit we are not as agile as we used to be. Glad you were able to enjoy the outin’ with your scooter.
I got my first piercing done when I was about 10 at the jewelry store. The second was done by a friend with a needle and an ice cube. The rest of the ear piercings were done at Claire’s. The snakebites, nips and navel were done at the tattoo shop.
Sis and I decided to skip the plant swap tomorrow and do something indoors, given that it’s supposed to rain on and off all afternoon. A trip to Texas Art Asylum will likely take place. 
Thank you, dear heart. I hope I’m through the worst of it. At least haven’t needed pain medicine for 5 or 6 days. That was a long 6 weeks. Exhausting, humbling, unnerving.
This week got through two different therapy evaluations (post op hand PT) and swallowing rehab with our speech and language college. Had two hand PT sessions. It’s true, “no pain, no gain”. My fall prevention/balance PT (
) is on hold until these two therapies are done. I can only do so many therapy appts a week plus the home exercises and coordinating the slug of medicines and injection. My bonked brain is overwhelmed and running on fumes but Iowa girls got grit and I keep putting one foot in front of the other (in my new unlovely old lady orthopedic shoes).
I’ve enjoyed everyone’s Holy Week descriptions and family Easter traditions, keep ‘em coming.
Friday afternoons used to be Date Night. Then SWMBO changed it to Thursdays, because she doesn’t like crowds. The new job doesn’t allow for ‘dinner’ at 16:00 or 17:00. Today I got a text asking if I want to go to dinner tonight. Yes. We went down the beach. I had the rockfish and two negronis, and Wifey had a cup of clam chowder, Bang Bang Shrimp Salad, and a nine-ounce 15 Hands Cabernet Sauvignon.
My boss took the day off, and The Other New Guy has been sick; so we were short-handed today.
I’m glad you got a date night. I thought of you when I was at my credit union today getting a handful of cash so I can easily split tabs with folks at a conference I’m presenting at soon. Picked up some Euros, too, because why not? even though I won’t be in Spain again until later this year.
The kitties are growing fast but still cute and not quite cat proportioned.
What else? I’ve mulched, I’ve applied for a writing residency, I’ve had a poem published. That’s kinda the news from here.
Love to you all.
Also, she made me pay for it since I got my first pay check last week. (She usually pays for Bay Breeze, I usually pay for Paso del Norte.)
Did I mention a guy at our previous church had a fatal heart attack yesterday? He’d been out of irk for a while, and then got a job with ICE (or maybe Fatherland Security) doing some sort of computer stuff last year.
44 years for me. I went to Great Lakes for Boot Camp and BEE School, then out to San Diego for my ‘A’ School. Best part of it was that my brother’s last duty station was in San Diego and he retired there, so instead of living in the barracks I stayed at his house.
One thing I learned in the Navy: If it’s good for one meal, it’s good for any meal.
Such an amazing meal that you just stood there with your mouth agape, instead of eating?
All I know is that’s the day the sovereign passes out little bags of money to old people.
Oh, that’s lovely news. How exciting!
(… can we read it?)
It’s a soggy night in western Mitten State. Lotsa rain & some tunderboomers. Lost power for about a second (just long enough to make me go, “Aw, hell’s bells”) then it thankfully reappeared.
Tomorrow is my Long Night shift, followed by a coupla days off in a row.
Real challenge will be to not come back to work toooo hung over after all that time spent unsupervised.
I need to scoop my appetite together and sear those lamb chops on Dah Big Holy Day, and also look up yummy glazes for the ham.
… y’all got any ideas? I like sweet but with a bit of kick to it.
Meanwhile, Monkey had some sort of existential crisis:
You go girl!! 
And love the shoes, I wear ugly steel toes every day.
Back to ear piercings, my friend and I were the first in our high school to get them. We went to the piercing place and split the cost of a regular (2) done as one for each of us. Got home and I thought my folks would be upset. My dad just said “It’s your ear.”
Aww, Monkey.
I’ll send you a link.
All this talk about Easter services reminds me of the first Easter service at the church I grew up in.
Dark sanctuary. This is how the earlier service (Maundy Thursday? Good Friday?) ended, with a dark sanctuary.
People come in and find seats. No talking. The handbell choir walks to the front of the church and lines up behind their bells.
One person picks up one bell and plays it. And again. And again. And then another one starts. And another player starts. And then there’s a joyous cacophony of handbells, the lights turn on, and then the organist starts playing to “Jesus Christ is Risen Today” and the handbells fade out and everyone sings.
And after the service? Pancake breakfast at church. And then another church service, but doesn’t start with dark sanctuary.
I think I’ll make pancakes tomorrow.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. It’s currently 64 degrees Ferret Height(17.778 Centipedes)
Now I feel personally attacked. 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 65 Amurrkin out and mostly clear with a predicted high of 81 with a chance of rain mid to late afternoon. TWPTB say rain will be over around sevenish tonight, so looks like the Vigil will start outside. I shall attend the very short Holy Saturday service at ten a.m. and then spend some time settin’ up the church for Easter Vigil and Resurrection Sunday services. Hopefully it won’t take more than an hour to do the setup. Gotta get out of the way so the Altar and Flower guild can do their thing. I prefer to give both a wide berth. The afternoon will be spent in much sloth. Any need to feed will be via forage.
OYKW and I have made the executive decision to skip out of first Sunday brunch and all the other festivities followin’ the big service tomorrow. Honestly we will have peopled more than enough by then and desire hermit mode. Our feast will be steaks, loaded baked N.O.T., sallit, cheesey garlic bread and ice cream cake (from DQ) for tomorrow night’s sup. Sounds like a great plan to us!
BBBOO glad to know you are at least startin’ to mend.
Dicey that sounds kinda like our Easter Vigil. It starts in darkness and then all the candles are lit, the lights are turned up and we have an Easter Eucharist with many alleluias.
Lily conga rats on the published poem!
shoe yay for the upcomin’ days off! Monkey looks like he is in catnip OD.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I must purtify and don some sort of acceptable attire. Since I must do grunt work, I think jeans, pullover shirt and sneaks will suffice.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
The really funny part is he was stone-cold sober while rolling around like (that pic was taken on a perfect horizontal, he was being that derpy).
It’s absolutely pouring out there. The irony is, I listen to so-called “adult sleep stories” to help me sleep - nothing salacious, quite the opposite, they’re designed to be soothing and somewhat boring - and many of them have background sounds of ocean waves or … yup … rain.
So I have the soothing patter of rain coming from my phone AND from my window.
‘Scuse me. I gotta pee all of a sudden!
“Gimme my senior discount!!!”
BTW, we’ve started talking about getting a stair chair so FCD can get to the basement more easily. My mom got one and she uses it to send laundry downstairs to my sister (the basement dweller) and sis sends the clean stuff back upstairs the same way. I can still manage with only a death grip on the railing - I have visions of falling and landing on my head on the concrete below. Anyway, I guess that’ll be our indoor, permanently attached scooter.
swampy - FCD is somewhat perplexed that I still have the 25th anniversary shoe on the mantle down there. But it cracks me up. It does sadden me to think that you no longer have your special shoe… (N.O.S, of course.)
I was in VS-41 just as they were transitioning from the S-2 to the S-3. Our mission was training all the rest of the VS squadrons in the ways of the Viking.
the Lockheed S-3 Viking is not in active military service. While it was officially retired from US Navy fleet operations in 2009, a few aircraft continued to serve in test and evaluation roles until early 2016.
The squadron was decommissioned in 2006. Weird to think that my first non-school command has been gone for 20 years. Now get them kids off my lawn!!!
Today is starting around 63 Ferrets on the way to mid-80s. Forecast shows t-boomers likely tomorrow about the time Daughter wanted to do the egg hunt for the kids. Dammit. So I guess it’ll be an indoor hunt.
And another broken night - and that’s why they call them the wee hours. I woke angry at FCD - I was dreaming that he’d hired a crew to do a lot of work on our yard without mentioning it to me. Of course, the yard in the dream looked nothing like the yard surrounding our house. And in the dream I was having all kinds of problems turning off radios that were blaring so loud I couldn’t hear what the head yard guy was telling me. Stoopit dream.
Caution - trip yammering to follow.
It occurred to me that waaaaay back when I lived in San Diego, they had an amazing bus system. I did a little googling, and they still do. So FCD and I will forego a rental car and use public transportation during our visit. Not only will it save the cost of a car and fuel, but also it seems every hotel charges for parking, and I expect the places we want to visit will charge also. So I just need to pick a hotel near/on a bus line and figure out which routes we’ll need to visit what we want to visit.
I think I need to run to Food Lion for some green grapes - I plan to take a fruit plate to my sister’s tomorrow and she won’t eat red grapes because reasons. Nor will she eat strawberries, pineapple, or blackberries. So I’ll get some grapes and see if she’ll eat them. If not, Tobias will.
Other than that, the day will unfold as it unfolds. Happy Saturday!!
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 12c/53f with a predicted high of 15c/59f and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “In my fucking opinion, this is the perfect type of weather. But I’m also fucking broken and not very bright.”
Proof that he can train his human
That’s not a good way to start the day - I hope you feel better soon and your BP manages to right itself.
It sounds absolutely beautiful. Hardly a comparison, but I once worked in one of my university’s original buildings, in the basement part at the back. Right opposite my window was a grassy bank that was totally covered in daffodils every spring. Really made that office a cheerful place to be.
It’s good to know that you are improving, and the pain medication hasn’t been necessary for a few days. I’m sorry it’s been such a long slog for you, and it’s not over yet. Let’s hope we can at least keep you cheerful!
It’s a nice way to celebrate getting paid too! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Lily congrats on the poem publication!
I seem to remember we used public transport quite a bit in San Diego, we bought a travel card from one of the light rail stations that worked on the bus as well. Someone had recommended going to the Old Town, so we did, and we found some excellent Mexican food out there.
Friday ended up being a late one, as expected. We went to see some bands at the Giffard and we were definitely still there at 2.30am when I replied to a message from a friend who’d let me know he and his wife had just got home. I think we left soon afterwards, we definitely weren’t there at closing time!
It was a fun night, it was the first time I’d met my friend’s wife as she rarely goes to gigs with him but it turns out that they are friends of the headline act’s singer and his family so she came out to see them. We saw a few friends, chatted to some complete strangers and eventually made our way home.
The band was recommended to me by my trans friend, Sophie. I thought it strange that I couldn’t see her in the crowd, until a man tapped me on the shoulder and said hello. It was Sophie, but not as herself, and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen her not “being” Sophie. I would not have recognised her at all if she hadn’t spoken to me (she has quite a distinctive voice and accent). Apparently she managed to surprise quite a few people last night!
After a late night out, we were not up early today and haven’t quite decided what we’re doing with ourselves yet. I need to do a couple of errands in town but it doesn’t have to be today, I’m not back at work until Thursday so I’ve got time next week to do that. We’ll see what ‘im indoors feels like when he’s had his first cup of tea and had time to think about it.
Do you identify as a stop sign?
52 Ferrets (11 Centipedes) this morning, and predicted to go up to 61 (16) later today , but only 39 (4) overnight. 
It’s a rainy Saturday, with 50 wet, grumbling ferrets in the yard. The frognosticators say the rain will continue through most of the day. You can cue up Gene Kelly it you want to, but I won’t be out there singing in the rain with him.
There are some large-ish branches down in the back yard. In olden times, I would have been out there breaking it down with pruning shears and loppers. Now, I have people to do it for me.
Happy nearly Easter Saturday!
