FYI, my socks are already organized, neener neener! .
I have five kinds of socks. Each kind is stored as a sorta FIFO pile of 15-20 identical socks. Navy blue crew sox for blue/black/gray/white long pants, tan crew sox for tan/brown/yellowish long pants, inside-the-shoe invisible sox for shorts, white athletic crew sox for the gym/running, and white athletic knee-high support sox for work. In another couple of months that last pile will go to the trash / Goodwill along with the work boots I wear with them.
Yaay sox!
truefish that is some great hair.
shoe: Free food for you and the last real customer is a 100% good thing. Whoever owns the store can afford it. Managers are paid to be peeved about that stuff. You are not.
As to me:
Well harrumph! My slothful Sunday is not. As I’m typing this around 9am I’m sitting in the back of a jet in a middle seat heading north just past Jacksonville. At least my seatmates are of reasonable width.
Once we get where we’re going my FO & I are supposed to hustle over to a different jet most of the way across the airport then launch for Costa Rica. All in 20 minutes. I doubt we’ll even be off our ride by then.
Anyhow, once we get to Costa Rica we’ll have a pleasant afternoon & evening in downtown San Jose. Which is conveniently riot-free. Then up much too early Mon morning and straight back home to Miami.
Had I known I’d have gotten rousted this early I’d have gone to bed earlier last night. Oh well. At least it’s overtime work. Like most folks, I’ll put up with a lot of inconvenience for that.
At least the weather is lovely everywhere and I enjoyed a low-traffic high-speed commute to work in the warm immediate post-dawn with the top down, hair flying, and tunes blasting.
The basement is as organized as I can get it for the moment. Two queen mattresses and their foundations take up a fair piece of real estate, even on end against the wall. I put the table next to the outermost mattress because you know one of the kids would knock it down. And I was able to slide the table leaf and the dresser mirror between the mattresses and the wall.
I also moved the chest of drawers into my studio and filled its drawers with the many and varied blankets we’re storing for, um, reasons. There were two more pillows to take to the bedroom closet - I think there are 6 in there now. I fear MIL is a pillow hoarder!! I also tossed a couple of sheets in the washer with some of my stuff - those will be folded and crammed in the drawers.
Then there’s the desk chair… No idea what we’ll do with that - it’s in my studio for present. Wonder if Daughter could use it at her school? I don’t want or need the dining table and chairs, but till MIL dies, it’s ours. In the interim, it’ll be the coloring and craft table, I guess.
Dishwasher just finished its cycle. FCD has headed to the boat to install the bracket he just built. I’m waiting for my daughter to call. I need to stop on the way there to get some weenie buns for supper, and maybe a can of beans. For the moment, tho, I can chill.
As for socks - the white crew socks are on the left side of the drawer, the white ankle socks are in the middle, and the few random blue, black, brown, and tan socks are on the right side. I rarely wear other than the white ones, since I rarely wear other than sneakers of one type or another.
60 and fair out, with a predicted high of 71 and low of 54. Highs in the upper 60s and lows in the mid 40s the rest of the week. Has spring finally decided to come and stay?
Scale says 231 this morning, down two pounds from last week but still down eleven from the week before. I think last week’s figure was an aberration. Last time I did this diet I lost 42 pounds in 13 weeks, averaging three-and-a-bit pounds a week.
Time to give Angel her morning glop and feed the other cats. Then I’ll get dressed and go out to give Fluff a bowlful – her kittens are around four weeks old now and Lady SCAdian has seen at least one of them sampling the kibble. (Fluff is apparently being fed by both families in the duplex next door, as well as by us. She still looks a bit on the thin side, though. Once all six kittens have transitioned to kibble she should start going back up to her usual weight.)
Tis lovely outside, and I’m waiting for the deck to dry from the rain last night, so’s I can get a coat of sealer on it. That’ll be the task for the day. Otherwise sloth shall ensue. We like sloth.
Oh, and I did get to the farm stand and got new basil and marigold plants to replace the ones that got killed off by the frost earlier this week.
Went to the Jewels for fuds. Washed litter box outside and let it dry in the sun. Roll sucked a few rooms. Sauteed onions and mushrooms for tonight’s pizza. I’m gonna sloth the rest of this beautiful day.
When my HS BFF got married (she lived in Hialeah), I flew down and rented a 'stang. One afternoon I drove down to the Keys “with the top down, hair flying and tunes blasting.” It was glorious.
Krogered, make omelette and bacon for brunch, Bill Knapp’s chocolate dunkers were on the day old shelf so bought them and had 2. Mowed the backyard, now starting to spade the garden area behind the garage. However, Hubs is not doing well at all; daughter suggested we call his PCP so did and awaiting a call back. Planning to have ham, sweet tater, baked beans and coleslaw for dinner. Dessert will be angel food cake with strawberries and ice cream.
I have been coming out of Lurker’s Corner more lately. It is a mystery.
My wife bought me a bracelet at a custom silversmith’s jewelry show yesterday:
It took me back to age fourteen
I spent the summer of 1967 with my sister in Memphis TN. Just before this I was involved with my first “girlfriend” Maria. It was lovely. We were skating partners and learned to waltz on roller skates together. After the fashion of the day, I had a big, chunky chrome ID bracelet with my name engraved on it. Just before I left town I met with her and gave her this bracelet, telling her I would be back in a couple of months. Long distance phone calls we pretty expensive back then. I managed to talk my sister into letting me call Maria a few times. We wrote back and forth. I would imagine the dialogue was pretty cheesy, but we were new at it. On the Friday before the bus trip home I was allowed to call. We talked for a few minutes and I told her I would see her Sunday and that I could hardly wait. I went to her house early Sunday morning. No one answered the door. I looked in the windows and realized that the place was empty. The family was gone. No one ever heard from them again. It was as if they had vanished into thin air with no explanation. After a while, a couple of years later I realized what probably happened. Maria was Italian. Many people, her father Joe included, in the neighborhood were pretty openly mobbed up. Maria’s family most likely vanished into the witness protection program. Sometime I wonder if, somewhere, there is an older woman who occasionally picks up a chunky chrome bracelet and remembers young love, waltzing on roller skates and stealing kisses behind the lockers…
Hippie, y’all just keep writing like that and no one will ever mind you lurking now and then; wonderful story and nice bracelet.
Pilot, hope you made your connection (or weren’t seriously delayed–if you’re going to the place I think you are, that is going to be a long walk). Everything I have heard about Costa Rica makes it a place I want to visit sometime.
Herald, sounds like Fluff is being well looked-after.
As for socks, my everyday black ones are piled in a heap in one drawer, my soccer socks are in the one below, along with a couple of white socks for the gym and some heavy duty gray socks I bought for the Antarctic trip quietly resting in the corner.
OK, been invited to a get-together for the soccer coaches from 2-5pm, have to make the toughest decision–when to arrive (I always arrive too early, so I’m trying to force myself to relax). Take care all.
Toasting a loaf of sourdough (and myself! ha!) in advance of another closing shift.
TweedleDumber will be there - we’ll see for how long before my manager gets tired of his shenanigans and “cuts him early” as a “favor to him” (e.g. saves the rest of the crew’s sanity.)
He’s always talking about “makin’ dat paper!” but is also entirely too eager to GTFO that door each evening.
We’re paid by the hour - make up yo’ damn fool mind.
Meanwhile, I am awaiting a smallish Jungle order. Supposed to arrive at the end of this week. Fine.
Then I get notification that it will be earlier but I misunderstood that it will be tomorrow.
Well it’s expected Tuesday and now I feel vaguely put out that I hafta wait SO LONG I wish they’d just left it at the original delivery date and then happily surprised me.
I have a rainbow assortment of click-top Sharpies (no cap to keep track of!) to use at work, among other things in the order.
Much more fun than using the same damn black or red Sharpie all the time.
Colors!
No anvils, I promise.
Wow, I sorta have a veneer of unsentimental, grumpy bitch, but that straight-up brought tears down my cheeks.
The squirrels have, maddingly, found their way into the ceiling above the living room. Fuck those furry little a-holes. I think I found their latest entry hole into my house, but with my stacked stone foundation, it’s nigh on impossible to keep them out.
hippie great bracelet. It reminds me of the Speidel id bracelets of the 60s. I wanted a boyfriend who would give me his bracelet. Another unrealized dream.
Awwww…that’s a sweet story hippy. I’ll bet she does remember you.
My sock / mask drawer has a couple of stacks of shortie socks, a stack of heavier shortie socks (I wear those around the house when it’s not cold enough for knit slippers, but too chilly for bare feet), compression stockings, a stack of blue crew socks, a stack of masks and the back with tights, trouser socks and nylons. It all depends on my activity and what I’m wearing that determines how I clad my feet.
Sunday dinner was some fish - ginger stew that hit the spot. I had a knob of ginger that was a little more than what the recipe calls for, but I threw it in anyway and the stew was even better than usual.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated, got fried chikin plates from the Pubic sto’, brought ‘em back to da cave and chowed down, then settled in for nappage. Day drinkin’ has been achieved and the biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. Thus has it been this day in swampland.
Hippie great story. I had one of those bracelets. They were quite the fashion back in the day. I have no idea whatever became of it, however. I wonder if it’s buried somewhere in the attic of the 'rents old place. Sis lives there now. Might have to go up and have a rumble around some day.
15:30, and I’ve just finished lunch: a bologna sandwich. Which is the same thing I had for breakfast about six hours ago. I’ve got an idea for dinner…
Actually, dinner is an unknown. CWO2 Wifey is on her way home from the three-day VA seminar, which should count toward her CEs for her RN. I don’t feel like cooking tonight, so it’s either chicken-salad sandwiches or take-out. Of course, there’s always bologna…
I’d hoped to get the Spousal Unit’s potting table done today. I cut the tenons yesterday, and I cut the mortises today. The legs are assembled, screws to put it all together have been procured, all the wood is cut and ready… Except for one thing. The stain is taking a long time to dry. Can’t do nuffin until then! So I’m sitting around watching paint try.
I’m just waiting for porch boards to dry. Rained last night, and the last little bits of the deck don’t get sun until late afternoon. I’d like to get a coat of finish on today.
Evening all. Actually went out and socialized with some other soccer people for about 90 minutes, for me that is quite a lot of time and I don’t think I embarrassed myself. Picked up some cones I had left at the soccer field Saturday on my way home and returned a lost soccer ball to the equipment shed. so my good deed for the week is done. Have been working on a couple Excel sheets tracking referee coverage (I was not good this spring) that I’ll provide to the Commish and the Referee Administrator once I re-check the data. Now need to prepare a Big Bowl of Salad to make up for the heavy dinner and snacking at the soccer get-together.
Flyboy, it looks like bologna all the way down…
shoe, that’s ok, it probably won’t actually arrive until Thursday…
OK, need to check the water meter one more time (then I’ll go weekly) and get that salad together. Take care all and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
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but I misunderstood that it will be tomorrow.