I always up the sugar to 1:3 during the winter. They need the extra energy.
It’s warmed up. Currently 45 Ferrets.
If it was that cold during the day, I’d probably be using 1:2.
Cold! It’s Spring!
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So far today I’ve balanced Quicken, worked out with my personal trainer, and gone to the grocery store that I pass on the way home from the gym. I needed bananas (no surprise!), Gatorade Zero, and some household stuff, and I picked up two turkey-and-cheese-on-pretzel-bread sliders for lunch. Which I’ll eat soon. My plan was to Mump and also catch up on some volunteer-related emails before retiring to the living room, but now I’m tired and hungry and that stuff can wait until tomorrow.
Seconded. I generally like cool nature stuff, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen an eclipse and I’m not inclined to go out of my way to do so.
I stick with CS, IMHO, and MPSIMS, but even in those forums I’ll sometimes start composing a reply and then think better of it and discard the draft. Especially if I catch myself trying to edit the wording just so to avoid annoying responses. Also, I tend to overreact to being misrepresented or second-guessed – IRL as well as online – so it’s often “safer” for me to simply not engage. Even if I’d be able to reply calmly and politely, the offender would live rent-free in my head for a while…not worth it. 
Wow does that sound familiar…but in my house, it was about bragging vs snobbery. My folks were all about being modest. And, my brother had a host of learning/emotional issues but our parents never wanted him to feel less smart than me (they weren’t sophisticated enough to know how to manage our individual strengths and weaknesses). So between that and the bragging thing, my intellectual and musical abilities and achievements were always seriously downplayed. Therefore, a pretty smart kid with a little talent grew up thinking she was no better than average. Which actually led to being kind of an unwitting snob for a little while as a young adult, because I expected everyone around me to think/function on the same level – because my level was so basic, you see. It took years to be able to recognize that I did do some things faster/better than the average bear (N.O.S.), which greatly helped my interactions with others.
My folks did the best they could, and they definitely loved my brother and me, but man did they screw that part up.
In November I caught up with an old friend/former co-worker I hadn’t seen in 20 years, and as we compared notes we discovered that we share the same disease you describe whenever we volunteer somewhere. 
If I’m involved and there’s a need and I feel like I can help, I have a hard time saying no…but, as you say, it never ends well. I’ve been here several times before, but the last time was at least a decade ago. And it was different during the pandemic, when I really couldn’t do much of anything else. I’ll serve out the rest of this year, then I’ll become an inactive member who just makes donations now and then.
In my 20s and early 30s, I did a lot of volunteering because I had more time than money…in my late 30s and my 40s I switched to donating, because I had more money than time…now I find that I have more time and money than patience. 
Yeah…I’ll let you know when I figure out what that is. 
(Long term, I mean; I’m a fairly happy person day-to-day!)
Howdy Y’all! We did leave da cave today. Found out Thursday evenin’ a church member has been in the horsepistol for almost a week. A sweet lady, almost ninety-seven years old, funny as all get out and very active as in she was still active as an usher and loved doin’ that. Anyhow, she took a fall and was transported to the ER. While scannin’ for broken bones, a spot was discovered on her pancreas, which, needless to say, is not a good thing. She’ll be gettin’ some rehab for a couple of weeks to get her up walkin’, but there can be no surgery due to her age and so forth. She will either go home after rehab or to a SNF. She told us this afternoon that she wants to go home, but if she can’t she’ll learn to deal with it. Her son and DIL are here (they live in Utah) to get whatever needs to be situated. If she comes home it will have to be with some kind of home health, most likely combined with hospice. 
We’ve been “pew buddies” for years and have always sat together at events. She calls us her boys, which we lurve. Please keep Rose in your thoughts/prayers/whatever.
OK, enough gloominess. We et sammiches and chips. Next up is Netflix and chill, plus ice cream for later! YAY!
Got some salad ingredients and chicken for frying.
Its quite sunny out and no precipitation for a while here.
Found the new People at the library! Also Rolling Stone.
Afternoon all. Soccer has been coached (the kids wanted to play outdoors, can’t blame them, it was 65F and sunshine all around) but we settled for the indoors stuff. Bought some anti-itch cream (hydrocortisone) which I’ll try out tonight and see if that helps. Otherwise has been a day of sloth (Saturdays are usually my day-off from the gym). We have rain predicted at 100% fer-sure tomorrow afternoon, so need to get out and about early on Sunday.
Spicy, my mom usually had to cook two meals, as my Dad was diabetic (controlled by diet) and the rest of us weren’t, so I know where you’re coming from. And I think you’re doing good for yourself. And your philosophy is in accordance with mine; do what I can and sustain and it’ll work out well.
FCM, hope the Weather in Montevideo and Buenos Aires is nice for you to finish the trip with a flourish.
Shoe, go right ahead and gripe all you wish, we’re here for you. Between work, GC, tree limbs, drains and Monkey, I have to believe you are on your last nerve and God forbid that I’m the one to get on it.
wet one, hang in there.
Swampy, will keep Rose in my positive waves. Falling is almost always a bad thing for us older folks, but especially for those in their 90’s. Best wishes.
Ok, need to be thinking about the dinner fixing. Take care all.
Today’s accomplishments:
- Made breakfast
- Showered and shaved
- Got my hair cut at a new barber shop
- Bought fuel
- Got shaving cream and blade cartridges at Rite-Aid
- Got groceries (and forgot the V8, even though I’d written it on the list) and kitty grass
- Unloaded the car
- Took the repaired/repainted YZF-R1 fuel tank, a new fuel pump, new fuel gasket, new OEM fuel cap, and… a two-gallon can of Premium fuel to the neighbour
- Pet the neighbour’s kitty.
Tonight will be our weekly trip to Smuggler’s Tunnel Speakeasy for Hemingway daiquiris and some sort of food. SWMBO says we can get Indian take-out for dinner tomorrow.
My Parkinson BIL is ensconced watching college BB. I slipped my sister a Mickey and she is asleep in her recliner. I am eating pulled pork from the Publix store and dang is it good. There was no mojo pork but regular pulled pork with barbeque sauce is excellent.
Holding Rose, her family and her pew buddies/boys in the light 
Time for me to go throw some frozen buttermilk biscuits (don’t judge) in my wee little air fryer and slice some cheese so I can continue my Netflix binge and couch testing. Some fresh fruit and dark chocolate will likely happen at some point. Try to control your envy.
I pulled the huge pork roast out of the free deep freezer, and put in the meat drawer of the fridge. I hope it will be thawed by next Sunday so I can make pulled pork. We’ll have it for Mardi Gras too.
Given that it’s still heating season, you may want to try lotioning up after your shower too. Dry skin itches.
Sending good wishes to Miss Rose swampy.
I took Nelson to the dog park today. When we got home, the neighbor whose apartment backs up to mine had her new granddog out. Blue is a 9 week old Chi Tzu puppy, dressed up in a little tutu type outfit and absolutely adorbs! She and Nelson sniffed each other for a bit, then began to play, which meant that my neighbor and I were doing the untangle-the-leashes dance. We let them play for about 15 minutes, then Blue (the puppy) got tired and wanted to be picked up.
I’m starting a four page layout for one of my family albums this evening. The album is of the family members who have served in the military. This layout is of my cousin who spent 22 years in the navy. We had a nice visit last summer and he provided me with pics and notes to use, as well as some pics and notes on his son’s service (4 years AF, 10 years army and now 2 years navy). The next layout will be commemorating four generations of service in his branch (his dad was a Marine, and his great nephew just made the transition from USMC to USArmy). This is the kind of stuff that what I sell pays for.
Turns out I could only take 3-4 consecutive hours of sitting on the couch, so I just finished doing most of the volunteer-related stuff I put off this afternoon and figured I’d pop in here while I’m on my computer*. I still have a little more to do tomorrow, but I’m mostly caught up and glad that Future Misnomer won’t have as much to do in the morning.
*vs my iPad Pro, which lives on the coffee table whenever I’m in the living room but which I don’t like to use for posting/replying
Lunch was late which meant my afternoon protein shake was really more of an evening protein shake, and now it’s just after 7pm and by the time I make something it’ll be kind of late for dinner, but whatever. It’s the weekend, right? No rules! Dinner at 7:30! Life in the fast lane! Well I might be a little sore from this morning’s workout so maybe not so fast, but…life in the medium lane!
You know what? That all actually sounds really good.
I woke up in the night a sweaty mess, so the fever broke, and except for a little fatigue, am back to normal-ish.
Last night my SIL called–the one with the eye issue. She was furious at one of my sisters because they had dinner together, and sister never asked about her eye. She was also angry at my brother for something that wasn’t his fault.
She called again today, and we spoke for an hour. She recognizes that what she’s really angry about is her eye, and her anger spills out at other people, mostly my poor brother. We talked about how much her really horrific childhood shapes her views of my family and also about the rough emotional adaptation to vision loss. She seemed to feel better an hour later, when we ended the call. Besides my brother, I’m the only one in the family she vents to–she and my sisters don’t really talk on the phone because SIL is so volatile. I don’t mind, but if I can be selfish for a second, sometimes it would be nice if all this could be spread around a little. On the plus side, she never gets angry with me, which is something.
If you’re wondering why she doesn’t get therapy, it’s because she flat out refuses. Believe me, my brother and I have tried.
True!
For people with human feet, yes. For those of us with duck feet, not so much. That’s OK. At least I don’t have to go out in public wearing bedroom slippers with holes cut in them.
Holy frick. The guys upstairs have been having a huge, long argument. Earlier something heavy crashed, and just now something slammed loudly enough to make me jump. And again! One nice thing about living alone is my arguments with myself are way easier on the furniture.
Oh, my! It must be the equivalent of a teen-ager looking at new cars.
Spicy, I wish the gifted school were more affordable, but if the state funding for a tutor doesn’t happen, would they be able to hook you up with university math wizzes who could work with Wee Weasel? He’s so lucky to have you and SpouseWeasel for parents!
Whoa! Someone just yelled, “GOT OFF ME!” at the top of his lungs. Going to stop now so I can call 911 if needed.
The biscuits are really good, for not being from scratch. I love a good biscuit but living alone I just don’t have the motivation or bandwidth to make from scratch like I used to when feeding kids and guests and these are 10 times better than whomp! biscuits (are you listening, shoe?. Plus you can just pull one or two pieces of frozen dough out of the bag and aren’t stuck with 8 biscuits when you just wanted two. Pillsbury makes them, in several versions (butter flavored, southern, buttermilk), in a blue bag in your grocery freezer. . Twenty minutes in the oven or air fryer. So far I’ve just done jelly or butter but now I want to get some deli ham next time and make egg and ham breakfast biscuit sliders or ham and cheese supper sammies.
And now I need to keep my promises to myself and eat those two pieces of fresh fruit to balance things out…miles to go before I sleep. Becoming one with the dark chocolate won’t be a problem.
{{{{VanGo}}}}, I wish I could give you a giant hug, but this will have to do. Whatever shit you’re going through, we’re here.
Spicy, 1% per week is AMAZING. .01% per week is also fantastic - it’s something, and even when it’s nothing, sometimes life and ourselves get in the way and that’s ok, too. Just know you’re absolutely incredible. Also, I thoroughly enjoy hearing about your son; he sounds delightful. I love that glow they have when they just feel accepted and seen.
It has been a delightful, lazy Saturday. I had overlygirl sit out of her swim meet because she pinched a nerve in her shoulder and it took about four days for it to calm down. No need to inflame the bugger again.
After some discussion earlier this week, my husband decided that any and all dinner decisions two nights per week, generally Saturday & Sunday, will be his and the kids’ to make, plan and execute. I was cool with that because I get tired of telling everyone what’s for dinner.
Today was the first day, and I am again being beaten over the head by how controlling (and enabling) I have become. They chose the things that take me a couple of hours to make, like handmade shu mai and Korean fried chicken, then dismissed me to the living room while they built a list and ran out to the shop. Now they’re in the “execution” phase of dinner and they’re…fine. Just fine. It’s going to take a couple of hours longer than it would take me, so we’ll probably eat at 9, but we’ve got nothing going on tonight or in the morning. And they’re in there with their dad, laughing their asses off.
Took a short nap. Watched the NHL game, meh. Having a De La Louisiane and Asian BBQ stir fry.
And you’re the first one to go there. Just saying. 
{{{{VanGo}}}}
Prayers sent
Keep us updated.
Just got home from the strip. The Cirque show was spectacular. I don’t even have enough adjectives to describe what I saw.
Of course, I’d never seen a Cirque du Soleil show before, so I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into. I knew I’d see some acrobats doing stuff to Beatles music, and I did - but it was so, so much more. “Visual poetry” is the best phrase I can come up with. A day later I am still completely blown away.
Nellie, jeez. I hope you didn’t have to call the police.
Talky, it’s great that the Overlyfam is taking care of dinner. I’m sure you’ll let the control thing go after a while and learn to relax while they do the work!
VanGo, should you feel the need to vent, please don’t hesitate. Hope you get through whatever you’re going through OK.