The apartment appointment ended up not happening, but was moved to Monday.
Still, I got to go downtown and do quite a bit of walking, which I enjoyed.
Home hunting can be so stressful, I’m happy you got to enjoy yourself anyhow.
Thank you.
Maybe on Monday I can get some more things done in town. Maybe go to the art store.
I vote yes! Any day is a good day to visit the art store.
JtC those sound like a good bunch of new prospects!
I made Mac and cheese from scratch for dinner except I substituted cheese tortellini for the macaroni. It was pretty good, but also very rich.
I am getting freaked out/spooked/nervous about going to my dad’s apartment on Monday. I don’t know what I’m going to do. In reality, I have no financial or legal ties to him, so I could just walk away from everything. But then I wonder what my regrets in that regard would be. I would love to have someone go in there and call me on zoom or something like that and then I could ‘see’ without being there and just turn it off or take a break if necessary. I just don’t know who would be willing to do that. Ok, that’s not true. I’m sure that MusicMan would, but I wouldn’t want to put him in that position. I’d rather have someone who wasn’t so emotionally involved doing that kind of stuff.
I agree!
Maybe just go in and find a keepsake, then leave. You will know that you were there and that there was nothing else to do. Besides MusicMan, who else matters?
So as I said earlier, we’re having rib-eye steaks tomorrow. But after the fish tonight, damn I want fish tomorrow!
I mean, I love beef. And pork. And BACON. And chicken. But it seems I can never get enough fish.
It’s 3-stoopit-am and I’m still awake. Dammit.
I had forgotten about this scene (the eating of a bug). Thanks for the reminder - it made me smile.
Oof. I didn’t read the content too much - I was surprised to find such a good picture. We always had some meaty beef bones which we cook in a pressure cooker for 20 minutes. Let off the steam, and open the pressure cooker. Bring back to a boil and add noodles (no onions, carrots or potatoes) and cook for a few minutes.
For some odd reason, my grandmother would add carrots to chicken pot pie, but not beef. She was partial to beef, as am I. There’s not a lot of actual meat - it’s there to flavor the noodles.
Both. Separate corners.
Regarding traffic, on Thursday night there was a two-car accident on the southbound side of the freeway. Then there was a second accident on the northbound side, this one involving 3 cars. We got to sit in traffic for a bit over an hour. This is the reason I am in favor of 8 foot walls in the median. Helps to prevent rubbernecking accidents. I hope.
Genius! Sounds very yummy.
Woke up at 3 am, and starting thinking about how to move 2 rooms full of furniture (master bedroom and hubby’s office) into the rest of the house. Brain wouldn’t turn off, so I got up and wandered around the internet until 5.
Got up at 7, had a latte, and then started putting lists together. Need to mow the lawn, vaccuum, then clean the 3 season room. It has granite pavers, which create efflorescence. Maybe not the best decision, but we had the pavers before we enclosed the area and we’re not changing them now.
Going to the streetfood festival in the mid-sized town (Luzern) and picking up hubby’s watch which we dropped off in February. I think. It’s been awhile. When we get back there’s lots to do.
Should get going. Happy Saturday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 48 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 79 and N.O.S. for the day. If motivation hits mowage shall occur. That’s for later in the mornin’ though. Other than that the usual sloth, general overall uselessness, nappage, and day drinkin’ shall prevail. Any need to feed will be via forage as we have plenty of sammich makin’s and such.
Die streetfood festival sounds fun. Hope you enjoy!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
I think maybe I got an hour or two of uninterrupted sleep. If not for Higgs, I probably would still be sleeping. But I don’t like the thought of her locked in her crate past 7 - a dog’s gotta pee - so I got up around 6, tended to her, then put my recliner in full recline, hoping to fall asleep again. Nope. I’m up. Dammit.
Today’s plan is to finally re-cover the dining room seats. We bought the set in 1997 and the original fabric is filthy and torn. I bought replacement fabric 4 or 5 years ago. No need to hurry, right? Anyway, as I was tossing and turning with that damned Jardiance earworm haunting me, I decided I’d clean and reupholster the six chairs.
Tomorrow, I’ll bake the brownies for Roxy’s birthday dinner. I’m sure other stuff will happen this weekend. Tonight I’m definitely sleeping with Mel.
So, anyway, Happy Saturday.
I think we may be tied. Rah.
I’ve been up and working for awhile. My plan is to soon attack the things that I keep putting off. We’ll see how that goes.
Took the wife to the doc yesterday, who diagnosed her with sciatica. She’s had trouble with it in the past, but this episode has been very painful. She’ll be going to PT and there is a prescription awaiting pickup for some drug or another. I also finally convinced her to use an ice pack.
Mid-70s today, so I think I’ll be going outside to blink stupidly at the sunlight for a bit.
Having interacted with many of my children’s coaches, you are a hero.
Oh, and I misread the last sentence as a “human trap” and was still thinking about soccer and 10-under girls, rather than the rodents you mentioned earlier.
It did wake me up.
SenWife and SenBoy return tomorrow. SenGirl drew a picture of the fun things we did together this week. That’s the interesting thing about adolescents. Sometimes they surprise you.
Mornin’ everyone.
It’s 42 degrees Fahrenheit and mostly cloudy outside. The day will contain a mixture of sun and clouds, and the expected high temperature is around 66 degrees Fahrenheit.
Put me in the no-sleep club, too. I went to bed around midnight after putting the pups outside to potty one last time. I was back downstairs at 4:15 because the pups were stirring and fussing. I let them out, and since I was up, I made my first cup of coffee. I think an afternoon nap sounds nice, but I’m sure I’ll get too wrapped up in whatever chore or errands I’m doing to actually get one.
This is the first weekend of the Spring Fair down at the state fairgrounds. I will not be going; it’s overpriced and crowded. Also, the fair impacts traffic negatively, which may impact the errands I wanted to run. Since the weather forecast promises no precipitation, that means even more people will attend.
I want to get a big ol’ landscaping rake to help rake up all the rocks and pebbles the pups scattered all over the yard. I will have to go down to one of the big box stores to get one, and they are both located up the hill from the fairgrounds.
I don’t know; I’m kind of stuck in inertia mode. I keep visualizing doing stuff, but I don’t ever get to all of it, and just the thought of getting presentable for going out in public seems daunting. It’s just another thing I have to do with no help, and I’m just tired of doing everything. I need to shake out of it, and I know some activity will help with that; it’s just getting over the initial wall that seems to present an overly significant challenge.
Blah, blah, blah, sorry about that.
I need to wash my Jeep too. It’s covered in fir tree pollen from my last trip to the office.
It’s time to feed those pups, who grow larger by the day. I can’t believe how much they’ve grown and they still have a long way to go.
I hope everyone has a pleasant day.
Happy Saturday!
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. About the only things on the agenda today are trips to the post office to drop some happy mail and one to the Tar-jay CVS to pick up a prescription. Once it warms up some, I’ll take Nelson to the dog park. Oh, and In need to put the chicken bones in the pot to make broth today.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Mr. brown has been bedridden for two days with gout. He has a knee scooter we bought the last time he had a gout flare so that he could roll to the bathroom and back, but he said it was a pain to maneuver. So I went to CVS and bought a “rollator,” one of those four-wheeled rolling thingies with a seat. It took me the better part of an hour to assemble it. It wasn’t easy for me, a fit 67 year old, and I couldn’t imagine a more feeble senior being able to do it.
It’s way easier for Mr. brown to use than the knee scooter. But all of this could have been avoided if whiskey didn’t exist.
Yep, you have my sympathies. I am pretty much there as well. One of the issues here is that MusicMan works late and then sleeps late in the mornings while I am up and wide awake. So, I try not to do too many things downstairs that will wake him up.
I just sent an email to the Funeral director asking for a refund for the $50 ‘won’t fit in a standard sized box’ fee because my dad had always been overweight so there’s no reason that the additional bullshit cost shouldn’t have been included. I’d like to ask for a refund for the RIDICULOUS transportation fee, but I don’t have any ground to stand on regarding that (other than I didn’t know and it’s just stupid expensive). So, as a matter of principle maybe I can get my small change back.
Good morning. Speaking of sleep, I actually slept. My Fitbit, to which I give entirely too much credence, tells me my sleep score was an 89. I’ve been in the low 70s lately.
Today will be a lot of sorting and junking of two decades of accumulated … stuff in the basement. Fun fun. We want to get as much accomplished this weekend and over the next week so we can schedule haulers to take away the stuff we don’t want any more. And just keep packing, packing, packing. There are other tasks we need to take care of; switching utilities, calling our current home insurance to cancel that policy, change of address, probably need an occupancy permit at the new place, etc. But this weekend will be sorting and packing.
Oh and filing taxes. And paying taxes because having weird jobs results in weird tax situations.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Second to the last day of vacation. I slept like a baby last night. I woke up every two hours, wet myself, and cried. Today’s agenda: Laundry, buy dry, flavorless bits for Spot, and beers and beagles.
Enjoy the street food, Dicey
They’re edible if you cook them Swiftly. 
That’s crazy talk! But hope Mr. brown feels better soon.
One down, 5 to go.
