Scram! would be fun too. Especially since that is the absolute opposite of what we want you to ever do.
I like it!
i can’t remember their real names, and they have been gone for bit
2Gig
FlyTrap
Bobbio
Alien
Juliette
Spiderman - Spidey?
April
Capt Kirk or was it Jim?
Serio
Catamount - but I think she changed her name?
Rockin’ Robin
Miss Owl
Was IvotyTowerDenizen named Soapy?
DolphinBoy is Flipper?
GuanoBoy is BatBoy?
Also N.O.L. for Not Our Lunch - can’t remember who that was
I believe Miss Owl is Old Wench, IMS.
When I first was diagnosed with asthma, the doc said the most productive question in his kit was “How long have you had your cat?” He said some allergies are acquired after long exposure. In other words, opposite your experience. I put out my cat’s resume on bulletin boards, and I found him a new employer. After we got the house cleaned up, my condition improved considerably.
Coppertone, these days, falling on ice is high on my list of fears. Years ago, I made my living working on slick floors, but now it’s scary.
Ah yes, completely the opposite of my experience. I’ve had allergies and asthma since I was a small child. I would be incredibly frustrated if I became allergic to something new as an adult.
Yep, that’s me. I read some but just haven’t felt like posting much lately.
So what you’re saying is you spy on us…
Mostly wasted afternoon, some reading, some TV. Dreary outside, cozy inside. Such is life at FairyChatEstate.
I have intervals like that, when real life insists on cutting into my board time or I just don’t feel like I have much to say.
Glad to see you!
Promised myself for three straight days, I’d have soup. It’s one of my favorites. I have a can, two actually, sitting on a shelf in the pantry.
I have a microwave, power, ceramic bowls (hell I even have a few disposable ones, so no dishes to wash).
Ratties are clanging their empty water bottles. They’re probably hungry, too.
I have food for them. It’s sitting in bags nearby their tanks. Guaranteed Pretzel and Charm are hungry, too.
One of my co-workers is battling a hefty bout of depression. Found him damn near crying by the microwave. Poor kid. Less than half my age, fighting demons I haven’t learned how to fix. So what the hell advice could I tell him?
Car(e)less Co-worker is shutting down, too, and retreating into his fan-fic writing. On the clock. While we need him to do his damn job, so he gets yelled at while everyone else stands around frustrated. That’s super fun.
Special Co-worker is dealing with domestic problems that are, frankly, above her pay grade, mentally. So she’s a hot mess.
Me? Couple days ago, I ugly-wept sitting on a box of bagged sausage in the walk-in, like a goddamn adult.
S.M. must be swamped, dealing with all her crew side problems, on top of the fact that the damn reach-in has been on the fritz for … couple of weeks now? … and we have the friggin’ upcoming Superb Owl to deal with, but equipment failure is hamstringing the entire operation.
Even on a slow night, things don’t go smoothly right now. A super-slammed night will KILL us if they don’t at least replace the stoopit reach-in.
Whelp { slaps thighs in Midwestern } that’s enough outta me. Gonna pull on the cleanest PJ pants from the pile of clothes on the floor, whipe snow offa my car, scoop up Special and see what the day brings.
All the advice I’ve got is to tell him to keep coming to work and being around safe people who care about him. Suggest you’re willing to talk about fighting the demons with him. People do better if they aren’t isolated at home bottling it all up. Having one person to talk to who cares can mean survival or not. You don’t need to have the answers or solutions, just listen and care. Encourage getting out in the sunlight every day, even for just 15 minutes, staying hydrated and eating enough. Maybe SM could divert some oops! pizzas or not picked up orders to them to make eating adequately more possible for them for a while.
I’ve fought those demons for all my 75 years and I don’t have the answers but putting one foot in front of the other, acknowledging how hard that is all the while and forcing yourself to be with people and talk about it takes away just enough of the demons’ power to get through it to the other side. That’s all I got. Oh, and get a pet that counts on you so you have someone to live for, even a fish or a newt.
We went to church, since it wasn’t snowing. (Even if it was, I have a friggin’ Jeep.) I asked the pastor if he’d eaten pork sausages this morning. He said no, but he’d had turkey sausages. I told him that was too bad, because today is ground hog day. He actually opened his sermon with that joke.
I went to the hardware store to get some conduit clamps that I could use to keep the 2x4s from sliding off of the canopy garage’s 1.75-inch frame tubing. The biggest they had was one inch. So I got some two-inch conduit clamps that have an ‘ear’ on each side. Instead of securing the outer ends of the 2x4s, I secured the inner ends because I could use the two-eared clamps. Yes, they’re too big; but I just want to keep the boards from sliding off. I also bought two more 2x4s and put them on the back end of the garage. so my boards are like ======--------======, with the middle board sandwiched between the outer ones. It started showering snow pellets as I was getting started.
Samantha was sitting on the checkout counter at the hardware store. She’s the store cat, a black short-hair. I said hi to her, and the girl at the checkout said she’s cold. I looked, and she indicated a small space heater. Samantha was just sitting there, taking in the heat. She looked a little thin to me, so I asked how old she is. The girl said Samantha is 18 
They’d gotten her when she was eight. The girl said it’s sad watching her get old, but she’s still eating a lot.
Mrs. L.A. was starting a fire in the wood stove insert when I got back from the hardware store. When I went to work on the garage, she started making dough for ravioli. She’s made it before, but she’s using some almond flour that’s been in the cupboard. I hope it works. She’s off to the supermarket to buy some ricotta and marinara.
Took a nap. At church I took tylenol.
Thought I’d be diligent and took 2,000 mg (?).
I worried because googling always makes you worry but I had taken that dose once few years ago.
A guy at church said his 86 yr old mom did that too.
Thankfully, I don’t drink.
I was looking forward to tomorrow ( 50 degrees!) But it will be less enjoyable walking like an old woman.
Thankfully, ice will be melted.
Ready to eat my dorito salad.
You missed cupcakes aka baker and nut, aka filbert. ETA: scooped by cat glove.
Hugs to you and all of your pizza crew shoe.
It’s been a relaxing day. It’s pretty enough that I took Nelson to the dog park for a romp. He was the only one there on the small dog side and he was ready to leave after about a half hour (he comes to where I’m sitting and jumps up beside me when he’s ready).
Mrs. L.A. just came home with the ricotta and marinara. And she thanked me for cleaning the toilet.
I’m not going to mince words here. What in the heck is ‘diligent’ about taking TWICE the largest advised dose on the advice of an old guy and his even older mother?
As a nurse I’ve never seen a dr prescribe more than 1,000 mugs a dose. And I’ve been a nurse 44 years.
They recently reduced the daily limit for Tylenol from 4,000 mg a day to 3,000 mg a 24 hour period, divided into 3 or 4 doses. Especially for people our age and less than that 3,000 a day if you weigh less than 110 pounds.
Consider this delivered in a night nurse voice but out of caring. Please don’t do that again and watch out for medical advice you get at church.
I can do hand mending. I’m the only person I know who darns their socks. The second hole gets a sock thrown out, but I have one of those wooden tools you stick inside a sock to spread the hole and make a better mend. It came from my grandmother. When I was little and would see it I called it a chicken leg because that;s how it’s shaped.
I will not. There was no way I was going to the ER.
There would have been no way home.
That was 9.30 this morn.
Those are called darning eggs. I think most of them are works of folk art. Especially if burnished with decades of use by loving family hands.
?? Doesn’t explain taking an overdose. A couple of those will definitely get you to the ER.
More is not necessarily better with medicine.