Every time - with gentle rains I don’t worry about water backing up into the basement or branches littering the yard or my poor plants being pummeled. A gentle rain is relaxing. A noisy storm is annoying and potentially expensive.
We’ve had nice, steady rain pretty much all night, I guess. It was raining when I went to bed and it’s raining now. I’m going to assume it rained all along - prove me wrong! After TX SIL gets up and I show her MIL’s meds and such, I’m going to head out for some groceries. Still not sure what I’ll be cooking up for supper. We had meatloaf on Moanday, and I always seem to do pasta for the kidlets. I want to do something else. We’ll see what’s on sale - last resort will be chickie strips.
76 years from now??? I crack me up!
The pool at our marina is opening on Sat and they’ll be having burgers and hot dogs to mark the occasion. High is forecast to be in the 60s, with rain, of course. Dammit. Theoretically, we’ll have warmth and less rain starting next week, from the I’ll-believe-it-when-I-see-it department.
Anyway, apart from my errand and figuring out tonight’s supper, I’ll launder MIL’s sheets. The scrapes on her left hand and elbow left big blood spots on the sheets. I sprayed them yesterday, and I’ll wash them today. Then I need to figure out what happened to half a dozen towels that used to be in MIL’s closet. For the life of me, I can’t recall where I put them… except as I typed this, I think I remember. I’ll have to check when TX SIL gets up, since I think they’re in the basement.
And so it begins - a soggy day in southern Merrylande. Happy Wednesday!!
Well, if the spots don’t come out or you need some new towels, I’ve heard that they’ve got some great bargains on them at Costco!!!
I never did mention my camp experiences yet. I went to church came with my cousin. It was ok until a lifeguard had to pull me out of the pool because I had been jumping up and down like me cousin was and I slipped and fell (and couldn’t swim). I didn’t learn to swim until my late 20s due to that experience.
Camping with the Girl Scouts wasn’t so great either. I was made fun of continually because I was overweight. I remember that one girl thought it would be a great idea to ‘accidentally’ use the bag that my sleeping bag was in as a trash bag after dinner. So, yeah, good times!
It’s 51 degrees Fahrenheit and mostly clear outside. We expect a high temperature of around 76 degrees Fahrenheit and partly cloudy skies. Or, the forecast could be wrong, like yesterday. It was beautiful and sunny most of the day and got downright warm.
Our bin collection was yesterday. It was garbage and recyclables, not including glass. For some reason, they don’t accept glass. They used to accept it back before we received the giant bins. I didn’t bring the bins back up yesterday, and I’m not sure my husband did either.
shoe, I’m sending you hugs because difficult mothers are, well…difficult and cause a lot of unneeded and unwelcome stress. I have a difficult mother, too, and things are…complicated.
I would KILL it at tetherball! I used to be very, very good at it. However, nekkid tetherball sounds painful.
You know, I’m a fan of both gentle rain and loud, crash-bangy storms. They’re both soothing in their own way, although with the storm comes the fear that the giant fir tree behind me is going to cause some damage. I am always picking up large branches after storms.
JtC, June 4th is coming up fast! I’m glad the meds work for GG, and I hope the drive is uneventful.
Yesterday was another 12-hour day. I am really sick of them, but I need to get things done. I accomplished more than I anticipated, so that’s a plus. Still, I have some large to-dos hanging over me, and I need to get them done by tomorrow. I’m not giving up my RDO. It’s my birthday weekend, and I want some semblance of enjoyment.
I should be in the office today, but Maisie is still in a diaper, and the husband can’t deal. She runs from him when he tries to put it on, and then he just…gives up. I’m unhappy because she’ll still be in heat next week. So, I think the best option is to find out if I can kennel the dogs (separately), while I’m in Blaine next week. I can’t have Maisie getting knocked up by Buster, and it seems like ensuring that doesn’t happen is in the too-hard-to-do box for my husband. I’m pretty pissed, but it’s a dangerous pissed. A quiet, take care of business pissed. It’s bad enough I have to fix or take care of things for people at work, but I expect some semblance of self-reliance at home, and I’m disappointed this isn’t the case. He used to be pretty good at taking care of stuff, but things are slipping.
Bah, enough of that crap.
It’s too bad the weather won’t cooperate with the pool opening date, FCM. Would have been excellent for the grandkids!
Well need to get another cup of coffee and then finish loading the dishwasher. Thus, another day begins. Well, it’s already started. I was up before three, yet so out of it, I couldn’t figure out which button turned my alarms off, and ended unplugging the damn alarm clock.
Oh man, I forgot about scout camping. I went on two of the “jamborees” with my troop, one in spring and one in winter. The spring one wasn’t too bad, but the winter one was a disaster. Our troop, which was sponsored by the Salvation Army, was quite likely the worst run, most disorganized bunch in scoutdom. We did nothing at meetings but roll newspapers into fireplace logs. They taught us nothing. At the spring camping thing, our area looked like a refugee camp, while the others had their tents in neat rows.
For the winter outing, we were given no instructions on what to wear, etc. This was winter in Alaska, and it can change dramatically in a short time. Instead of taking us to the camping area, they dropped us off and had us march to it in ankle-deep snow. Many of us were wearing street shoes. That night, temps dropped to -30F. Kids were crying from the bitter cold and a couple suffered frostbite. My parents took one look at me when I got home and went ballistic. What fun! My scouting days ended at that point.
I’m glad to hear that MIL’s plan to sleep on the couch didn’t come to fruition.
Dad always said ‘you can tease someone once and maybe even twice, but after that you have to stop.’ So, perhaps the membership big box store teasing has run it’s course.
Cooked extra bacon last night so I’ll make an egg, bacon, cheese on an asiago cheese bagel for Hubs for breakfast. He’s progressed to where he gets his pills himself, I no longer have to put them in a little cup and bring them to him. However, after last Tuesdays appointment, I refilled the pillbox. Last night he finished the last of what had been in the pillbox so he brought it to me along with the big bag of pills. He takes 2 of a certain kind at 9am and again at 9pm. There are several he takes 1 of at 9am, then there’s the one that he takes 1 of at 9am and 1/2 of at 9pm (I have to use a pill cutter), then another that he takes 5 of at 9am and 6 of at 9pm, and another that he takes with each big meal, etc. So, it’s all numbers which is in my skill set so I refilled the pillbox and he’s good to go for another week.
Went to 6:30am mass, have eaten breakfast and watched the dvr of Maddy Keys vs Iga Swiatek. I was rooting for both players, Iga won 6-1, 6-3. Now I need to get my butt in gear and tackle a long list of To Do’s. Have a great day (or as good a one as possible).
Sore is an understatement! Not sure if it’s all from the fall or some from the shot but today will be a test day, per doctor’s orders.
I was loving listening to them. I don’t know why, but something about being inside while the world shakes outside is calming for me.
Yeah, I’m weird.
I highly encourage that. My Aldi’s is across the street from my Kroger. The prices are sometimes better and their selection can be different. Plus you never know what other non-food items they’ll have.
I need to go to Aldi’s now!
Ugh! I’m glad you’re home but what an ordeal! I’ve done similar things, back when I lived in Philly and New York. Mine was more often not paying attention and getting on the wrong train. So I feel your pain!
First. I should have gone in on March, but with the c-collar and Dad in the hospital, I waited until this appointment to do it. So far, I’m just achy but that could be the fall.
I keep hearing that so much lately, I’m starting to believe it! (Tongue mostly in cheek.) I seriously think I hit a wall with how much has piled on me lately. It made me realize that it doesn’t have to all be on my shoulders, that deligating is valid and that I won’t be good to anyone if I don’t look after me. For a people- pleaser with little self-esteem, that’s a huge realization!
This reminds me that Hubby and the kids have gotten to see the Wienermobile while I haven’t. About a decade ago, it was outside Kroger. Hubby got the most adorable pictures of the kids in catsup, mustard and bacon cut-outs that are still among our favorites. Some day, I too will see the Wienermobile more than just driving down the street.
JtC, I missed the news about the move. Where are you moving to?
The problem with reading after you’ve just woken up and have bleary eyes is that painter gets transformed to panties, which is a whole nother discussion!
Nope. 276 years from now! runs away giggling
I had a couple years where I was teased for my weight, my awkwardness, the fact that I had a training bra. But then there were other years where either the girls or the councilors made sure to make me feel part of the group. It really was a mixed bag. I’m sorry yours was so negative.
Which you absolutely deserve. I hope the To-dos quickly become to-don’ts or to-dones. Enjoyment is a requirement of a good life.
Last night, Hubby and I had date night. Usually it’s Friday but I’m going to a craft and snack thing Friday night. I don’t craft but I do snack and I’ll have fun chatting with people. Our date night consisted of watching the latest 3 episodes of X-Men '97 and some cuddle time. That’s what most of our date nights are, which is still fun.
Today is CtE’s last day of school. Not officially, but she doesn’t have exams in any of her other classes after today. She’s got her AP Music Theory class this afternoon, so I’m probably going to go pick her up as a last hurrah. Then it’s trying to get her ready for community college in the fall. I feel woefully behind. But we’ll get her where she needs to be. I am pretty proud of her grades coming in so far though. She took her final in American Government and ended up with a B in the class. It’s all helping her mood.
Tonight, Hubby, ex-meta and I are going to one of the local taprooms for a night of board games. A local board game group sets them up at local pubs and eateries around town. The place tonight is a favorite so I’m really looking forward to it.
Now I need to take my meds and hope the aches go away. Maybe eat something. Have a great hump day!
Morning all. Slept in past 7am again, so maybe the cooler (in the 60’sF) weather at night is my sweet spot for sleeping. The heater and AC have both been on leave for a couple of weeks now so next months gas and electric bills should be easy reading. Remembered to take my new prescription this morning since it is one pill a day on an empty stomach (Levothyrozime and why does medicine assign names with that many syllables anyway?). Mowage is on the agenda but given the rain yesterday and it is supposed to be nicer tomorrow (still cloudy outside now), may postpone that for Thorsday. Today would normally be a swimming day but not with my stitches, so maybe do some more pedaling and sweating later.
nellie, a bit of an adventure on the bus travels. Try the NY Subway sometime if you really want to get lost. And a nice gentle rain is always better than FLASH-CRACKLE-BOOM-BOOM. IMHO-YMMV.
I concur wholeheartedly.
So, normal day.
Flyboy, glad the power came back on…oops, it’s off,and back on.
JtC, that is a good use for plastic bags, hope the move keep going well.
Bit of a sticky wicket, that, as the Brits would say…
Boo fae, glad to know someone else hates that part of tooth cleaning. Sounds like the bin folks are just behind, hopefully you’ll get some notice if they are changing the schedule. Happy ferret feeding!
Taters, I concur that the cost of boarding the pups is worth it to preserve your peace of mind and your Husband’s health (cause you’d murder him if Maisie got knocked up). Hope by the end of the week things have settled down both at work at domestically.
Cookie, the Scouts are lucky that was ‘way back then’ on the winter camping fiasco, today they’d be sued so fast it would make your head spin…
Catglove, I only take one pill a day from my two prescriptions, so don’t need a pill box yet, but one of these days…
OK, need to finish the morning internetting and get my lazy butt in gear. Take care all.
Smalls heaving wasn’t too bad. I got sent to help on Orange 32, boy was that a mess. Especially the one package car. Dude didn’t know how to load, plus there was a pallet of irregs more than would fit in a single car.
I am soooooooo glad TX SIL isn’t staying for a whole week - it’s been barely 24 hours and she’s driving me crazy. WHY must some people insist on finishing your sentences??
Daughter said her interview went really well. Afterwards, they took her around on a tour and introduced her to some people - that’s a good indicator, right?? They said they have a couple more people to interview and they’ll let her know next week. So keep them fingers crossed.
OK, I guess I need to go be sociable again. Dammit.
My daughter texted me yesterday that one of her colleagues, a jolly man she enjoyed working with, died unexpectedly. She’s pretty upset. I’m sure the rest of the people at the food bank are, too. I’ve been praying for them, him, his family, and his coworkers.
I’ve been thinking about that bus changing routes. Those buses announce EVERYTHING: “Approaching…Pear Street.” “Stop requested.” Yet there was no announcement that the bus was changing to a Route 21 bus. I guess people assume nobody stays on the bus. Makes sense.
shoe, I’m hoping your silence means you’re too busy to post. I just wanted to tell you that we all love you like family, and I’m sorry that your mother’s illness–I’m convinced she’s mentally ill–renders her rants invalid.
Aw thanks, but believe me, I’d suck at that, too, because I can’t carry a tune. People would assume I was using a duck call. The ducks probably would, too, especially if I played “Be Kind to Your Web-Footed Friends” and they somehow recognized it.
Holy goodness, but the cost of obituaries is insane here! I had my (former editor) sister write up the obituary. For the two papers she’s putting it in up in NY, one costs $125 (a weekly paper) and one would cost $500 if they weren’t running it for free on account of her being the former editor in chief. The paper here in Nashville? Almost $1400.
I think my heart is lodged in my throat.
She’s going to wipe a much shorter death-notice style tonight for me to see the cost of instead. I sure hope it’s a lot cheaper!
My sister called, which usually isn’t pleasant. She was crying uncontrollably.
My trans niece, ‘C’, is moving to Denver (from San Diego). I think she might be going on Friday. She’s going to live with trans friends she met at a Comic Con. The friends are flying out, and then they’re diving back, because ‘C’ won’t get on an airplane. Apparently these friends are ‘immature’ and ‘picky’. ‘C’ has anger-management issues, and sis is afraid ‘C’ will piss someone off and get beaten up. ‘C’ has no real skills, so sis doesn’t know how she’ll live. She’s going to be 25 (I think) in June, and she will have had to move out sometime. Sis says ‘C’ doesn’t know how to behave. I resisted the urge to ask her whose fault that is.
My sister’s best friend of 58 years died in January (I think – sis never let me know). She’d been living with sis & family for a few years. Sis took her to the bathroom, and then went to help her back to her chair, but she’d already made her own way. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and sis called paramedics. She was alive, but died after a few days in the hospital. Sis and ‘C’ had to clean out the friend’s storage unit so they wouldn’t have to pay for another month, so now all of her friend’s belongings are piled up in their small house.
BIL had another toe amputated. He can’t work, because when he stands his foot turns green. No doubt he will eventually lose his foot.
Sis had kidney pain and couldn’t urinate in a few days. She finally did, in the shower, just before a trip to the doctor. It didn’t sound like the doctor really did anything.
After showering, she habitually polishes her rings. BIL and ‘C’ mocked her, saying that it’s obsessive behaviour.
Sis had a psychotic episode. She saw three people in the house that weren’t there. She got mocked for that. BIL is saying she needs to go into an insitution.
Something about their truck breaking down on the way to the storage unit. Their car died, and she said it had to be ‘sent to the crusher’.
Sis tried to pay her (car? house?) insurance bill over the phone, but they couldn’t do it. She put the bill on a table, the bill fell off of the table, and the bill slid between cushions or something. So she missed an insurance payment.
While BIL was in the hospital, she got her meds mixed up. (He’s the one who keeps her on schedule.)
Something about the ‘neighbourhood conman’ selling them a car, and something about a note. I guess she had to spend money on the note, and doesn’t have any money for insurance.
Sis’s friend had broken her back, and walked around bent over. Sis is walking around bent over. BIL and ‘C’ mocked her for ‘channelling’ her dead friend.
I hate, hate, hate being cried at. I hate that my sister has a crap life. (She dropped out of society in the late-'70s, and she surrounds herself with people who take advantage of her.) There’s only so much I can do. We have the house in trust in San Diego, and I give her her share of the rent every month. I try to be supportive; for example urging her to rid herself of a certain leech. But I can’t do much else. Especially with BIL and ‘C’ being such jerks.
So now I’ve been cried at for 45 minutes, putting a damper on my mood – which was already tweaked because I have to deposit the rent check, which means I won’t get to have my walk today.
Why can’t people compartmentalise their feelings like I do?
WOW! That’s…a lot. I would be stressed out listening to that too. I hope the rest of your day smooths out. Sadly, I don’t think your sister’s life will smooth out. You’ve mentioned her before.
Always interesting to hear that there are others who have such pracies. Hubby says something’s funny only twice, not thrice.
I’ve read everything. Well, I think I did.
If that’s a typical phone call, I don’t blame you. Sorry you missed your walk.
Looks like we have ants again. We had them two years ago, and I plugged up a hole and didn’t see them again. I don’t think they’re coming in the same hole, but I can’t tell yet. Annoying little things.
Need to get my butt in bed early. It’s getting ready to do a bit of a storm, and that will be great for helping me sleep well.