Rock on! 
Morning all. A nice, clear day and as soon as the dew evaporates I will do mowage before it gets to hot (currently 62F heading for 84F). U10 girls have a makeup soccer game at 6pm today, rain is forecast for Friday and Saturday so this may be my last soccer game of the spring. Letting the U10’s paint my beard this evening, hope I remember to take my phone so I can get a selfie or two, and I have a couple small things to give to the girls.
Other than that and maybe a short gym trip, nothing much on the agenda. Have remembered to take my medication first thing two days in a row, so brain cells are still functional (one of them needs to be taken with an empty stomach).
Coppertone, sounds like you have a fairly active life; hope the jobs start coming through…
Like others mentioned, I’m not a big phone caller, used to be with soccer coordination and work, but as e-mail replaced it I became much more involved with people that way. Now I seldom call anyone except Brother and 80% of the calls I get are people trying to sell me things. One of these days I’ll drop the landline altogether, main reason I don’t is I have too many points of contact that my landline phone is the only way to reach me by phone–am beginning to get my cell phone on their contact lists, but it takes some time…
JtC, maybe just have a couple boxes in the car when you head East with GG, that may keep her mind off of things… 
nellie, glad you weren’t hurt in the fall. Y’all be careful now, y’hear?
boo fae, haven’t heard my recycle stuff being picked up yet (to be fair, it’s only 7:30am here). Hope they show up sometime soon.
swampy, now that you mentioned Eggs Up I realize I haven’t been there in several weeks and they have great pancakes and…
FCM, never heard of Misfits Market and after your experience I’m certainly not going to look them up. Might not be the best shopper in the world, but I do use my coupons and watch for the sales. And great news on Toby and Roxy.
Taters, hope things ease off and you can enjoy some of that sloth.
OK, onward into the day. Have a good one all.
shoe is certainly family to me, one of the oldest, mumpiest, frumpiest and grumpiest Mumpers. shoe will have to pay to have me hauled away.
…I’m now digesting 2 buttermilk pancakes with syrup and butter added, 2 strips of bacon and a large orange juice…and I am a happy man (at least for another 30 minutes when mowage commences)…
Press on.
Somewhat longish heaving today, but nothing extra. Spot may have to switch to cheap gin at this rate.
Well every time I ask people if they’d like to see my ferret, I get smacked.
So the meal made you Eggs-tatic?
I am not grumpy, I am merely a curmudgeon. And all y’all are like family(the good sort, not the “oh shit they showed up loaded at Thanksgiving dinner” sort)
I don’t usually participate in these but I just noticed the thread title after being down with a pretty bad head cold.
I was never in any organized summer camp as a kid but there was the occasional weekend outing with my Boy Scout troop as a preteen. As an adult, I volunteered at a split sleepaway camp run by the county for an entire season, nearly thirty years ago. I say “split” because that camp was organized into four two-week blocks, one week as a day program in a local high school and the second week in cabins out in Prince William Forest.
The county discontinued that camp about ten years ago. I wish I had known about the final season, I would have paid a surprise visit to the high school.
I need to get a few things from the Gettin’ Sto’ and I need to scoop the litter box.
I wanna get my 3rd planter, uh, planted.
I also wanna just roll over & snooze till it’s time to go to work, and not do any of the things.
Hell, I’d much rather not work today, either. Meh.
Back then, a father would just threaten to beat the shit out of the guy. In this case, it was my mother who chewed the guy a new one. For all I know, somebody’s dad may have exacted retribution: perhaps the father of my tent mate who cried all night and whose boots froze solid by morning.
Costco run today, so we’re restocked on bacon. Also picked up one of their $10 pizzas, which is a steal for a bad pizza, let alone for one as good as theirs are.
So the second time you’re a half-wit?
Good luck on the interview sticky buns!
Got my half day in, made a stop at GW on the way home (got a replacement for, wait for it, the one that got knocked to the concrete floor by security and broke another plastic top. Also got a nice tee shirt of a brand that I like and both were half price), walked Nelson and took a nap. Now, we’re fixing to go to the dog park.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Cookie’s camping story reminded me of a couple of my own.
We had a large troop with usually more than six patrols (smaller groups withing the troop)
We went to a state park for the weekend The leaders pulled into the parking lot and unloaded everything. They then gave each patrol compass directions to the individual camp sites and drove into the park. Last patrol in was on firewood duty for the weekend. We were taught well, and the motto was “Be Prepared.” We were all getting organized when one patrol admitted that no one had brought a compass. My patrol had several so I rented my compass to them for two packs of Marlboros. My group was second in and the unprepared group got in just a bit after dark. I spend a long weekend fishing with a group of friends, one of which was in the Lost Patrol. He still get ribbed about it after more than fifty years.
My first Scout camping trip. We were expected to bring a sack lunch to serve as the dinner for the first night. On of our leaders, Mr. B, would always get out to camp early and get something started so we would have something hot to go with our cold food from home.
I was eleven, and very excited. I didn’t have any idea what would happen. We got there and we got all of the tents up and the kitchen boxes ready. Once camp was organized we gathered for dinner. Mr. B had made a huge pot of venison stew over the open fire. I had never tasted anything like that. It was savory and delicious. After sixty years I can still remember exactly what Mr. B’s stew tasted like.
He later taught the class for cooking merit badge. I learned how to make that stew. My kitchen apron, hanging on the back of the door has the Merit Badge that he awarded me sewed on it.
The third time you’re a double half-wit? Hm… How’s that work out mathematically?
Howdy Y’all! Things got did and then we were bears who brunch. MetalMouse I had the crabcakes Benedict. They were tasty little traitors. Then it was back to da cave for quality cee-mint pond time, nappage, and day drinkin’. Obviously we are now back inside as it was time to call it a day. One does not need too much suntime the first few times out. Thus we are showered and chillage ensues.
Taters I say take your RDO. Then again, what do I know. Really though, hope you get to take it cause you certainly need to do so.
doggio that’s the perfect description of the Mumper family!
Hippie for way back then, that was a coup on your part to “rent” the compass for the cigs. Cool about the cookin’ merit badge and that you still have it!
I spent a little time with FCD on the boat figuring out some wiring. Then I came home and scrubbed the boarding steps for the boat. TX SIL leaves around 3 tomorrow - huzzah! I think she’s driving MIL crazy with her hovering. It will be nice to get back to our normal. It’s been a loooooong 3 days!
I has a grump.
I love this. My dad still wears his Philmont belt buckle, which itself is over 60 years old. The leather belt’s been replaced many, many times.
I still have all my patches in a box in the basement. I had sewed them on a homemade hoodie, and then I put them on a pillow case, just to have them on something. Haven’t seen them in years.
At my summer camp we ate in the lodge, and each table had 8 people. One person had to go line up and bring beverages and food to the table. I was at camp on the day that Lady Di and Price Charles got married. Instead of juice and milk, we had jugs of “red wine” and “white wine”. Everything else on the menu got special names as well, but those are the only ones I remember.
Those tables were solid oak, which were a lot of fun for singing Edelweiss. We would sing it at the table, and instead of hitting our thighs, we would hit the table. We were loud.
Here’s a video to show what I mean. Did anybody else do this at camp?
You’d be a half-half wit, aka a quarter wit 9in the future, check with a musician for fraction advice).
I still have my GS patches on the sash and stashed in one of my treasure boxes.
I think that it’s universal GS because we did it and when I was a leader, they were still doing it.
Pulled the papers for the next project in the studio, then went to Popeye’s, where I had a coupon (get off my lawn! I’ll present a coupon at 4 PM if I want to dammit!) and they gave Nelson a small tender again (he loves that place). Once I’m done surfing, I’ll begin cutting out the project.
Evening all. Mowage was accomplished, some additional calories ware pedaled off at the gym, the girls won their soccer game 2-1 and painted my beard nicely, and I’ve just finished my cheeseburger, so all is right with the world. At least until tomorrow, when rain is supposed to show up and continue into Saturday, probably messing up our last soccer weekend.
Word Up!
Great stories, hippie; I never made out of the Cub Scouts, so no camping for me. Nice follow-on tale, Dicey.
That line wins you the thread.
FCM, only 18 hours to go…
OK, need to get the dishes put in the dishwasher and be about the night’s internettin’. Take care all and catch you on Firday.
I’m pretty sure someone died in my building today. When I took Bob out for his morning walk there was a police car and a couple of cops milling around outside. When I got back there was a medical examiner pulling up, taking pictures of the building and the address. I let them into the building - I’m not sure why they didn’t already have access, or if they were just about to call someone already inside to let them in and I just happened to be walking up or whatever.
It was kind of strange. We all went up in the elevator, and they all petted Bob, and I asked no questions, but there seemed like an unspoken conversation happened in there. Weird juju.
Hi folks - Almost bedtime here on a day of small wrap-up tasks. It’s looking pretty civilized around here. The boxes are gone, some of the art is up; the rest is still leaning against the wall. The tools are mostly put away and the succession of 33 gallon trash bags in the middle of the floor this last week has given way to the small kitchen and discreet kitchen can. Amazon et al continue to dribble in, but it’s all small stuuf. I have a bit more art to hang up tomorrow, some groc store flowers to buy, then we’ll declare it done enough to resume normal life living in it, not just irking on it. BB should show up late afternoon and the party will start posthaste.
I have been reading and following today. Thank goodness FCM TX SIL is almost gone.
Yeah, Bats, you had a deader. Darn shame, but it remains one to a customer, no exceptions.
I went to the senior picnic this morn. It was good- 2 sliders, waffle fries, mac and cheese.
A woman asked didn’t I live in her building. I do.
I told her I was heading to Giant Eagle for toilet paper as I was out completely.
Some business had gotten new t.p. dispensers and gave her a bunch of the old tp that didn’t fit anymore.
She gave me 4.
Then the woman in charge of the Help Society of my church said the Deacons were discussing whether to help me with my Need list ( t.p. tissues, dishwash liquid, bus pass, socks). So she came by with 4 rolls.
Then they decided to help me and brought me, socks, giant dawn container, 12 boxes of Puffs and 32 rolls of my fave brand of t.p.
Most of you will say 32 will last all year.
Not me.
I will be lucky if its lasts 2 months.