I’d rather have some of that Muskegon Heights “crusty bread” if I may. Chicken dinners you can get anywhere, but “crusty bread” perfected by the hand of our cherished shoe? Priceless, plus it’s bread.
The last few days as I await a negative Covid test, I’ve been organizing here and there.
Things go along and then the clutter build up drives me crazy. So the kitchen counters got a clear off, some drawers were figured out, cabinet items reshuffled.
Then today I started the spackling for the water damage by the door. What started as a small maybe 6-8” gator area, became nearly 3 feet as more and more plaster let loose. The walls here are plaster and metal. The first layer is drying and I should be able to put the next layer on tomorrow.
On the other side of the door, I painted with jade dragon. It scared me a bit at first, as it went on really grey. As it dried it became more green. Whew. I really like it now.
Now I’m kicked back and rocking away.
Koritza has a slight Russian accent, helps her sound dangerous. Very helpful as she is a wee girl. She is not food motivated.
Lager does a great ugly American demanding service. He is very food motivated, however he can be sidetracked by cuddles.
Y’all with demanding kittehs make me glad that my dog just gives me his patented I’m a cute little doggy who likes treats look and puts his paw on my knee. He rewards me with a puppy dog kiss. 
Buddy seems to be having the clingies the last few days. I sit down, I have orange-furred Velcro attached to me. He’s also doing the “under the covers to snuggle with the sleeper” thing a lot.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated and then had a very large and in charge first Sunday brunch. Anybody that walked away from there hungry today, well, it’s their fault. It was all we could do when we got back to da cave to take off our church finery (we looked stunnin’ in slacks and polo/golf type shirts), don comfies and achieve nappage. I have not wanted anything else to eat as I stil feel so full.
MOOOOOOM the front of that house looks like a church with a Parish hall attached. There’s a house down the road here that looks like a church from the front.
All skillz the yoote of today are sadly lackin’!
Hippie are you sure you want to bring up sex in a canoe on a fishin’ trip. Far be it from me to judge…
Pilot Happy Doperversary! I saw the piece of cake.
Cookie one of my irk places was next to a nursin’ home, excuse me, skilled nursin’ facility, as they are now called. I had a wonderful view of all the ambulances that came around to the back to collect a now former resident.
I am sure it will be a laugh.
Evening all. Got 600 calories of those morning doughnuts pedaled off, so had a sammich and Diet Pepsi to celebrate. Finishing my browsing now and heading off to confront the New York Times puzzles and Sunday Crossword…I’ll get to reading all the news that’s fit to print in the next couple of days. Still in the 80’sF at 7pm, so maybe the AC doesn’t get a break tonight.
Pilot, guess I was still on that sugar high from the doughnuts; Edward Jones offer Bank CD’s from around the country instead of sticking it in an account at Regions where I earn quite literally, pennies for thousands of dollars. Thanks for the penalty tip. I’ve sent them a note that I want to meet and give them a couple bank checks for CD’s they recommend.
Hope the day went well with Friend and bail money will not have to be collected. As for the milestone, first Social Security payment?
Cookie, had a similar event about a year ago across the street, pretty sure someone passed as the house was sold not long after that.
red, glad the week ended with Mission Complete.
rocky, hope the test is negative for you. But glad the painting went well.
Pardon me, what?
OK, need to get to solving puzzles and watching some TeeVee, so all y’all take care and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
Waves at everyone.
We got the news yesterday that a friend who lives in Phx had been in a nasty car accident and was in the hospital. As she was a single woman who’s parents were going to fly in and stay in her home while she was recovering, it fell to me to go to her place, “find” the hidden key and then ummmm remove certain things from her home.
After her personal items were safely stored in an opaque bin and secured in my trunk, we hung out at the hospital in the hopes of being able to see her (we did, I’m not sure she remembered, though) and then begged a bed at a different friend’s place because it was too late to drive home.
Friend was slightly more alert this morning and hubs picked her parents up from Sky Harbor and delivered them to the hospital while I dealt with her car. Insurance has been dealt with and the car has been towed to a trusted collusion repair facility and a loaner has been arranged for her parents to drive. Yes, I did lie and say I was her, why would you ask?
I’ve caught up with everyone, but everyone has been way too chatty to respond, so waves again and heads off to check on dinner.
Wow, how special! Did your yard just get marked as private?
There are so damn many jobs my high school guidance counselor never told me about. Bastids ruined my life they did.
Who knew you could earn a living firing 2x4s into walls for the Tornado Testing Institute, nor fire chickens at 500 mph into running jet engines. Nor inspect whorehouses. Nor teach cocktail making. So many great jobs; so little time. T’ain’t fair.
You’re doing good work in the service of Good. Nothing to complain about there. I hope your friend will recover with only repairable damage. I’m sure it won’t be easy. I hope it will be worthwhile.
The milestone was answered by Boo above.
Unrelated to that you’ve made a pretty good guess. I’ll get my first SS payment as survivor of my late first wife in a couple months. SSA’s gears grind slowly, but very finely. Under current plans my first SS payment from my own account is 5 years hence as I join the august ranks of the septuagenarians. Now that’s a word I’ve never, ever thought or used in connection with myself before just now. Damned scary it is.
As to Friend, we had a fine time, and only a small amount of death and destruction ensued. Evidently we’re gettin’ old.
His day with his tween twin boys ran a bit late so he got here 4ish. We toured my apartment building as he & his family are in the market to move soon and this place is right up their alley. Then we toddled off to Big Boy dinner at a fine dining establishment within walking distance nearby. Much food and drink was snarfed between massive yakkage about life, business, and all and sundry. Then a couple of hours later we staggered home for Single Malts while balconatin’ and philosophisin’ in the gathering dusk. Eventually Her Ladyship returned, we had greetings all around, then he headed home the 10-ish miles to kith & kin.
Whilst first I then we were otherwise occupied, Her Ladyship and Daughter had a fine, if lowbrow, afternoon of mall shopping and national chain eatery-ing. Daughter has suddenly lost the two sibs she’d gained about 45 days ago. So her brood is now down to her 1 adopted plus 4 fosters = 5 total. An energetic noise no doubt, but 5 is pretty wimpy compared to the full-throated roar of all 7 kids. I have no doubt it won’t be long before two newbies join her/our motley crew and the normal volume of craziness is restored.
I should bed soon for the best chance at dawn patrol beaching tomorrow. Staying up late and getting up early are not as compatible as they once were. And the real magic at the beach is in/near sunrise.
Sleep well and Cheers all!!!1!!
Tomorrow (=2.5 hours in the future for us US east coast folks unless Boofae wants to start next week’s right now) is a new MMP.
Thank you for the kind words, but you are right, her recovery is going to be a right bitch. A red light runner t-boned her car on the passenger side which allowed her car to absorb and transfer much of the impact momentum, but then shoved her car sideways into a stoplight which shoved in her door and seriously messed up her left hip and shoulder. She’s young enough to be embarrassed by the idea of her parents finding her (super vanilla) sex toys and Twilight books, she should recover to at least 95%.
She is on our ICE list as well. We don’t care about the sex toys, we don’t want our cats to starve.
Our current overlords aren’t very dramatic about food, but our first place came with a freeloading cat who was a super drama queen. She never once touched her gooshy fud, but when hubs was dishing it up she would stand on her back legs and paw at the cabinet while meowing pitifully about her empty belly. If he didn’t move fast enough, she would swoon with hunger and not respond when hubs pushed her lifeless body out of the way with his foot. Once he started putting bowls in their spots, she would recover and scamper over to be first so she could sniff all of the bowls and snub them.
I promise to take Monsoon Season in the Mojave more seriously from now on.
There’s a little walking village by the lake about five minutes from our house. Mrs W and I went down to the village for lunch Friday. Afterwards, we decided to have a glass of wine at the bar in the nearby Hilton. We sat by a large window and watched the skies open up for a good half hour straight. Employees were running around with sandbags and armloads of towels. We trudged through some standing water on the way back to the parking garage, but the ride home was uneventful.
Yesterday, the rain chance was much lower, so we went back down to the village for a late lunch/early dinner at the pub. And as we ate, the rain came again. Even more than Friday, I think. Just buckets and buckets coming down. It ended just about when we finished our meal, so we decided to walk around a bit. But it started to rain again and we were getting pretty soaked. We ducked into the Mexican place and ordered margaritas (RIP Jimmy Buffett). We sipped and watched as yet another downpour came down. Water was flowing like rivers down the walkways. It was nuts.
When the sun came back out and the waters receded, we ventured back outside and figured it was time to get on back home. That’s when we ran into a couple of our neighbors, who told us that the (only) road back up to our neighborhood was flooded over and impassable. They had been trying to get home and couldn’t get through, so they decided to wait it out at the village.
Long story longer, we were fairly anxious to get on home by then, and getting worried that we couldn’t. After only a few minutes of putzing around the village, the decision was made to give it a shot. We figured the worst that could happen was that we’d have to turn back around and wait some more. As it happened, they had opened one lane, and we had to drive though about six to ten inches of water for maybe a hundred yards. We got home safely, and because we live on high ground, our house and entire community were just fine. And we confirmed that our neighbors made it home shortly after we did.
And, because I keep getting distracted, this post has taken me about a day and a half to write. So I’m going to catch up on what the rest of you are up to, and I’ll see you all tomorrow in the next MMP!
I cleaned, laundered, and napped. I had a Wisconsin Old Fashioned, with poke loin and baked **N.O.T.*s and a salad
Spot: < gently paws my shoulder >
Me: “Do you think you deserve pork after you rioted this afternoon.”
Spot: “My good man, please accept my insincere feigned apology for the things I said while I was hangry.”
Spot normally sounds like Jonathan Hilerman’s Higgins: Oh. my. GOD!"
(it’s the tux)
There’s one in Smithfield, N.C. that’s right next to a graveyard. I hope there’s a discount for being in the Mortality View wing.
Pfft. You were merely acting as her proxy. Good on ya.
SQUEEEEEEEEEE
Goodnight, and Happy Doperversary! I will destroy my liver in your honor. 
And who’s fault was this?
I does lurves me some good Monsoons, I’m happy you got to enjoy one.
The problem with the monsoon season in the Antelope Valley (Western Mojave Desert) is that we had a swamp cooler. Swamp coolers don’t work in the monsoon season.
It’s good to have friends to hide your sex & drugs & rock & roll toys. You done good.
Otters!!! So glad you got them on camera! How far from the water are you?
It’s a tenth of a mile down the hill to the beach. There’s a seasonal creek in the back yard.
Nice!