When I was a kid, I hated Sundays. Blue Laws were still in effect, homework beckoned, and there was nothing good on TV. When I was working, Sundays meant grading, prepping for Monday’s dept. meeting (I was chair.), and getting my kids to do their homework, and I was too busy to dread them. Now I’m retired, and I love Sundays. I water my plants, get to talk with my kids, and go for leisurely walks.
No call from my daughter today. She and my SIL are in Vegas to see the sights. But I’ll get to talk with Sonny Boy and hear all about their new dog.
FCM, yelling means a raised voice, except to kids, when it can mean scolding. (“You’re always yelling at me about my grades” when, in fact, no voice was raised.) My mom viewed yelling as cathartic; it was what you yelled that mattered. My dad was not Italian and viewed yelling as auditory violence. I think Mom’s view was healthier. (She only yelled with other yellers and never at my dad.)
Conked back out for a solid four more hours, that deep, restorative, REM sleep. At one point I was dreaming that I kept thinking of things I needed to add to my grocery list but couldn’t get to it.
… I wish I could remember what the items were; it’s likely something I ran out of (and forgot to re-add to the IRL list) crap what were they?
Tonight is Trash Bin night (I already have a 1 a.m. reminder set) so I need to gather up the household trash, toss the pizza I brought home several nights ago & then didn’t want, and probably most importantly, scoop the poop (litter box) but of course, the idonwannas are strong with this one today.
Had a customer whinging at me a few nights ago that we weren’t open later. (He’s notorious for ordering last-minute and arriving just as, or even a few minutes after, we close.)
Apparently, before the world ended and long before I started, those crazy bastards were open until three a.m. on Fri and Sat. Which means not getting out until 4 a.m. which means going to bed as or after the sun rises.
Then getting up and going it all over again the next day.
May I very politely say, fuck that noise. (I didn’t say it to him, obvs. But boy, was I thinking it loudly.)
Well, Monkey was howling incessantly at the door, so it’s now open for him to let himself in and out (and in, and out, and inandoutandinandout) while the rest of the neighborhood enjoys my heat.
Speaking of, it’s supposed to be warm-ish (highs in the 40s) and rainy, and my poor lemon tree is looking like absolute hell, so imma put it outside and then not forget to bring it back in since the overnight lows will be close to freezing.
I’ll probably just put it on the driveway right in front of my stairs in the middle of the path - if I literally trip over something on my way to my chair & a bowl, I tend to have a fighting chance of remembering about it!
But cloudy, filtered sunshine (NOT direct sun; after months inside, it would fry to a crisp) plus some rain showers will probably, hopefully, do it some good.
All y’all have as good a day as possible, or at the very least, have the day you deserve. (Most of you are sweethearts & deserve a pain-free day with an occasional smattering of bliss & moments of joy.)
I agree. “Yelling” definitely involves a raised voice.
Wouldn’t have guessed it from your photos on FB – I’d say there’s still plenty of hope for you! (Many humble apologies if you feel this comment is too personal!)
Weren’t Mister Ed and My Favorite Martian on Sunday afternoons? I know Ted Mack was on right before Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color, and Ed Sullivan was usually worth watching.
53 and sunny, with a high of 57 – and a low of 32. 50 tomorrow, with a 90% chance of rain/snow as it drops to 32 again tomorrow night. Blech.
Was up a couple of times during the night. Unlike Lady SCAdian, who wakes up to use the loo and is asleep again as soon as her head hits the pillow, I always need five or ten minutes to get back to sleep. Finally woke up a couple hours ago, and am now awaiting breakfast. Should probably take advantage of the weather and go do things outside after I eat…
Ok, I’m really glad that I hadn’t been drinking anything at the moment because that would have ruined my computer.
The emergency boxes of our food bank pretty regularly has fresh fruits and vegetables of some stripe. I think it’s the fact that Nashville is a big city (and getting too big in a lot of ways) and has access to a lot of things that the smaller areas don’t. Not everything is a success, but we at least try.
Usually, Hubby is the one that goes to ours. Today was the first time since drive-through started that I went. I loved going when it was in person, not just because of getting to choose what we wanted but because I knew a lot of the people that worked it from both my days from teaching there and when my kids did PDO and Vacation Bible School there. I didn’t get to say hi to anyone I already knew, but I did see one of my fellow teachers from far away.
One thing that I did see, and didn’t surprise me in the least knowing this church, was a homeless man walked up asking for food. They put together a box for him while he waited on the porch outside and even made sure he had the tools (like a can opener) to use what he was given. The people at this church are the biggest hearted, truest embodiment of “Christianity” that I’ve ever met.
I know that they try to cater things a little at ours, at least for the number of people. I’m not sure about the health related dietary needs part of things, since we’ve been going on and off for years and I don’t remember if any of that information got put into the computer when we first started. But I do know that when we were going in person, we could say, “Sorry, we won’t use that.” and there was no pressure to take it.
Mine is the same. We’ve got Libby and Hoopla here. I use Libby for my audio books (great while trying to clean house) and Hoopla for when I want to read graphic novels. I love Hoopla because there’s no wait, but they do have a limit on how many per month you can take out. There’s a lot of great shows that I want to watch, but I’m a binge watcher and when I can only watch 15 eps of a three season show… I get annoyed.
I keep saying that I’m going to make some bread, including getting a sourdough starter begun. I’ve just been too busy or too hurt to be able to do the things that I want to. I was also supposed to make homemade peanut butter eggs today. I don’t know if that will be happening either, unless I can get kids to be my hands for some of it.
That is the most important thing. Hubby and I were 2 hours away by train when we started dating (me in NYC, him in Philly) and we tried to make time to get together most weekends or, if we couldn’t, talk on either the phone or ICQ (yes, that old). It doesn’t always work no matter how hard you try, but if you don’t try to make it work, then it definitely won’t.
I used to love going to these. I haven’t been in a long time, in part because I want to buy All The Things but don’t have the money to buy any of the things. My favorite semi-art festival that I used to go to was the Celebration of Cultures the first weekend in October. It’s primarily a culture festival with different groups having sections where people could learn about the culture. But they always have a large sales area with items from everywhere. (They also have a lot of different food trucks, which is Hubby’s preferred reason to go.) They didn’t have it for a few years because of COVID and last year was the first year back. We were going to go but between trying to find parking and all of the walking with my bad back, we decided we would give it a miss that time.
Yikes! I hope they do what they should and make it right. My van is in the shop getting the third transmission replaced in 4 months. It never even left the shop between tranny 2 and 3. Thankfully, it’s all under warranty so the only costs was for the first replacement.
BtY says this to me a lot. I can have the most reasonable voice, reminding him to get dressed for school/put away the pizza pan/whatever and I get “Stop yelling at me!” I think the same way that you do regarding yelling, but no matter what I do, I can’t figure out why BtY considers this yelling.
Not too much of a whippersnapper to me - just turned 49. But next year, once I cross 50… watch out! Though, I did recently date a guy 20 years my junior (poly) and THAT made me feel old. Especially since he was closer in age to CtE than me.
I was about to say the same thing!
I’m about a bit later today (you couldn’t tell? Hmmm…) It’s currently 67F/19C here in Nashville and sunny. I haven’t left the house yet and, really, I probably shouldn’t because my knee is only halfway healed. But I’m addicted to PokemonGo and need to get my Pokestop. Luckily, there’s one close to the apartment and it’s my left leg rather than my right. I won’t need to get out of the car, so I should be good. I’m also VERY grateful that we’re now in a single story ground floor apartment.
Today is my planner day. I need to write everything in my planner for both next week and next month. I used to do Bullet Journals but my perfectionist nature made it more stressful than useful. Now I’m buying something that’s a weekly planner with room for the things that I want to keep track of. Last year, I tried one with the hours marked off but being a SAHM, I just didn’t have enough happening on most days to make use of it.
I’m slightly bummed, but partly glad that my usual library is going to be closed one extra day for HVAC repair. On Mondays, I volunteer with the branch’s storytime. My branch has been closed for most of the month and I miss my librarians and miss the kids, but I think giving my knee an extra week is probably a good thing. We do WAY too much dancing for me to be in there with a bum knee!
Alright ~~ y’all shamed me into ~~ I talked myself into getting at least some stuff done. Monkey has a clean shittin’ box, the old pizza is out, and one trash bag (the really full one in the kitchen) has been tossed, plus the lemon is enjoying some filtered sunlight for the 1st time in months.
Finishing off the last couple of (cold but still delicious) pierogi from earlier. Washed my face (cuz I was tahred and slept in my makeup - nothing on my skin, just eyeliner and mascara so I woke up looking like a used-up hooker) so I just need to throw on work clothes, (maybe) slap on fresh makeup … maybe … and do it all again.
ETA: why no strikethru? It’s worked for me before … {pouts}
Were I your age when she died I’d probably have done the same thing. My real problem is I missed out on a LOT of recreation and just plain living in the last 20 years and I’m in above average shape for my age, so I want to rewind to about age 40 and try to relive that age 40-65 program again at full speed before it’s too late and I’m the decrepit one. But this time with mostly no job, no burdens, an’ mo’ money.
The challenge is finding somebody else far from ready to settle down to a couch, still plenty adventurous, etc. I might’ve had a lot more adventure solo, but as much as I like my own company, two is better. Given the right two.
Howdy Y’all! One of the scheduled ushers was sick today, so I ended up subbin’ for him rather than plopped in a pew next to OYKW. I had not ushered in a long, long, time and needed a couple of prompts from the other usher when it was time to do stuff. Anywho, we got deheathenated and then did the trainin’ after the service. Was glad to get back to da cave, eat, and then accomplish nappage. The biiiiiiiiiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. Go Me!
OK, I read all, but retention is not happenin’ today, so yays, boos, hugs, noogies, trouts, chitlins, and how you doin’s all around, as needed.
My day ended up consisting of a short walk to a breakfast out, back to the cave, a nap at the pool under a palm tree, a simple lunch at home, and now back here w y’all.
Just got off the horn w a pilot pal who finished a 4-day cluster-F of a trip that ended at 5am today with a redeye transcon from the west coast. He’s almost my age and that crap is a lot harder on an old fart than on a young buck.
It’s been a fairly quiet day at CasaRoja. I got to play with puppies again this morning (the neighbor set up a portable enclosure in the yard for them) and Nelson asserted his alpha dog status. I had forgotten to pick up a couple of cans of canelli beans for the Sunday dinner dish (Italian cabbage with sweet Italian sausage…yeah…fart fest to follow), so I made a quick trip down the street to the supermercado for them rather than a few miles to another grocery. They cost a little more, but I was there and back in 15 minutes.
After two weeks of masking up because of Covid cases here at the Overlook Hotel and Retirement Home, we now have Covid’s less-fun cousin Norovirus in the building. The wife’s ER niece says that’s all they’re seeing now, and in fact both her and her husband had it. A real vomit-and-barf fest, apparently.
But at least the sunny weather is holding out for now. We’ve been turning the heat off at night.
On a sadder note, yesterday would have been my son’s 47th birthday. Coincidental to that, I got a text/video of my grand-niece in a tear-filled account of her trials trying to stay sober. I sent her a supportive text and also laid out the dismal history of alcohol addiction in my family. I hope she sticks with it.
I raked out the front flower bed and dumped the leaves, etc, among the trees, after snipping back a mess of sticker vines. Most of the mums in the planters had died, so I think I’ll get some coleus and petunias. I think it’s time to prep the veggie patch, too.
Tobias is about back to normal - guess it was a 24 hr bug. He’s eating and drinking and playing.
I’m alive, and no after effects from the ham.
As Boo and Swampy said, they are pretty well preserved.
IAH, I have never seen a use by date on a ham.
I think I could not do catsup or jam on eggs, and for sure not together.
However, my WV cousins would do some weird combinations.
They would put a fried egg on top of a pancake, which is not so bad.
Some would add sausage gravy on top, others would add syrup on top.
Then there were the ones who put gravy and syrup on top.
It was a bit chilly at the park this morning.
Barky mom came, so half the people went on the small dog side.
The drama continues somewhat.
I really wanted to talk with Rocky mom as she came with her new BF and I wanted to meet him.
She is 64-65, so yes Shoe, you are never too old to find love.
My mother met her last BF when she was 67-68 and they were together for 10+ years until he died of cancer.
Rocky mom had been looking for a while, and was just about to give up. She seems pretty happy with this man. I hope it works out for them.
I used to board my horse in Howard County, Lily
Rising Sun Ranch on Montgomery Road, which is now a HUGE housing development. It was over 400 acres, had a stream running through it, and an overgrown apple orchard.
It was a very happy place, until it wasn’t there anymore.
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FCM, tell FCD to live with me for a week. He’ll never accuse you of yelling again. I’m always yelling at somebody around here. Not that any of them pay any attention.
I hope your knee feels better soon Nellie.
My father’s side (Slavic) of the family were yellers, my mother’s side were quiet. When I was a little kid, I was afraid of my father’s side. Now I love it, at least you know where you stand with them.
Ripple gets his stitches out tomorrow. I’m debating going to the park.
We’ll have to hang out longer, or get home and turn around and go right back out. Or we could get to the vet too early.
I guess I’ll decide when see what the weather is.
I’m working on genealogy again. I really wish people would leave autobiographical information behind when they go. It should also contain juicy secrets. If Great-Aunt Maude was a fan dancer in her youth and once drank Herbsaint from the belly button of Garibaldi’s accountant, I want to know, dammit.
Question for arthritis sufferers: how localized is your pain? The spot on my knee that hurts can be covered by the tip of my finger. Does arthritis pain usually/often/sometimes affect an area that small?
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Yay for Ripple getting his stitches out tomorrow!
@swampbear, how far are you from where the twister hit?
Evening all. Texas Roadhouse provided my main repast of the day, watched some basketball and then went to the gym for 600 calories of pedaling, so home and tired and ready for bed this evening.
Stay healthy, Cookie; that’s the only problem living with a lot of other folks; just like daycare or nursery school, a bug can get passed around pretty fast. And {{ }} for your lost child and struggling grand-niece.
boo fae, sounds like a good time with friends followed by your good deed for the month (hey, it was getting pretty close…).
OK, need to get some evening edibles in my belly and then internettin’ and readin’ for the night. Soccer gets started tomorrow so I need to get ready for that.
Have a good evening all and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
Nellie the tornadoes that touched down in Jawja were far from me. However, one touched down in West Point, Jawja which is near ye olde hometowne and part of my old stompin’ grounds. Another touched down near Macon and Milledgeville, but again far from me. A Sunday evenin’ Jawja fact for you; Milledgeville was once the capitol of Jawja (the old state capitol buildin’ still stands) and also home to one of the worst mental asylums ever. Well, the asylum was technically just outside of Milledgeville. Milledgeville is also home to a large state prison for women. There’s a college there as well, so it ain’t all bad.
doggio that’s exactly what he said. It’s as if you were there!
Though, I did recently date a guy 20 years my junior (poly) and THAT made me feel old. Especially since he was closer in age to CtE than me.
I had forgotten to pick up a couple of cans of canelli beans for the Sunday dinner dish (Italian cabbage with sweet Italian sausage…yeah…fart fest to follow), so I made a quick trip down the street to the supermercado for them rather than a few miles to another grocery. They cost a little more, but I was there and back in 15 minutes.