Take-out for dinner tonight. Mrs. L.A. had some crab rangoon and a Thai iced tea, and has orange chicken waiting for her. I had ‘yum beef’ (yum neua/Thai beef salad). It’s hit-or-miss on the spices. I always get ‘5-star’. Sometimes it’s 5-star, sometimes it’s ‘farang 5’ (more like 3-star). Tonight it was 5-star. That’s why they call it ‘Yum!’ 
Nice sweat, and I can feel the endorphins. I have chicken satay waiting for me.
Pain circumscribed like that can also come from tears in one of the multitude of cartilages and ligaments in the knee. Those tears can be sneaky and happen with the simplest of stumbles or twists. They can be like a red hot Phillips screwdriver.
I got incredible relief with cortisone shots into my worst knee. Took about a week to take effect but has lasted three years+. Now the other one is threatening red hot screwdriver demise.
This part of getting old is not for sissies. Sometimes I’ll gasp when I ask it to move, much less bear weight.
My nifty baby blue folding walker and leopard print cane were my best friends for months.
Hope you got something nice, ate lots of peanuts, and threw the slobber-encrusted shells at the annoying children in the adjacent booth!
My main complaint about TR is the horrendous noise. It’s echo-y, they crank the C&W muzak to eleventy, and everybody is shouting, or in the kids’ case wailing, to be heard over everybody else shouting/wailing. Which is, in toto, vexatious to me.
But for that it’s a decent basic US steak, potatoes, & beer joint where big is good and bigger is better.
You left out “fetching”. Everything you do / wear / carry is “fetching”. Rowwr! 
{{cookie}}
Yay, Ripple getting the stiches out.
"Night y’all. I’ll see you in the next one.
I make cheese. Blessed are me! I make and sell vegan “cheese”. I have learned that commercially made vegan food usually means unhealthy.
Today was a cooking day and the fermentation room is getting out of control. Hubs keeps buying new beer making stuff and just shoving the old stuff to the back of the shelves and now things are getting piled up on the floor. I’m sure that half of it could be binned up and put in the big shed, but he won’t do it and I can’t because I don’t really know what he needs to keep handy and what he keeps around as comfort items.
I was able to move things around to hang my big drippy cream cheese balls and have proper ventilation but the feta is in front of the window which is suboptimal due to the changes in heat.
Wouldn’t it be hysterical if she was one of your next door neighbors? It’s a very big and yet very small world out there.
Dare I ask how much FCD had to pay for the new battery or will I need the fainting couch? A friend recently had to pay almost 600 for a new battery for a bog standard pick-up truck, she said her hair turned white when she heard the news.
I got pretty excited when I saw a Turkey Buzzard eating a roadkill skunk (poor skunk) last week. Spring is finally here!!!
I put the second hummer feeder out today because hubs reported seeing 8 flying pigs last night. Hubs doesn’t know how to count, there were at least 12 at the nightly tank up session.
Give it a year, things will get better. FCD is a man and men our husbands’ ages don’t process grief the way women do.
I tend to judge Christians by their actions, not their words (Matthew 6.5)
The homeless situation is out of control, it’s horrible. About a mile away from my home, a family is living in a dinky camp trailer on community center land. Squatting would be a better word, I guess, because they aren’t supposed to be there and it is undeveloped so no utilities are available.
“Everyone” knows about them but nobody is willing to have them evicted because its obvious that one of them is working and the other one is taking care of the toddler. While there are folks in the community who take the family food and blankets, the main reason nobody has offered them a spot in their large yard is because then EVERYONE would get in trouble due to zoning laws.
Oops, I’m getting all political, I’m sorry. The homeless problem has always been bad, but now it is just stinkin horrible and it breaks my heart.
Duly noted.
Me too! { virtual high-five! }
Isn’t everything?
Oh, ick (in so many senses of the word!) wash yo’ damn hands, like, forty bazillion times a day.
Jesus, that’s rough … and also rough. I am so sorry, my (virtual) friend.
I … I … I just can’t. I can’t even.
That kind of shit makes me sad.
That was hilarious.
swampy did he really say that? Nawww …
I love how, if you say “Georgia” the way swampy writes it, the word automatically comes out in a perfect Georgia accent.
Oh, man, I haven’t had a good Thai beef salad since I moved to a tiny western Michigan town. It has many charms, but access to decent Thai food is, sadly, not one of them.
When I got home tonight, Monkey a.k.a. Mr. Cabin Fever shot out the door when I opened it. He almost never does that; he may howl and whine at the door, but he generally is good about being allowed out. Not tonight!
Lucky for me - less so for him - it’s raining, and his furry butt stopped dead in his tracks before he even got two feet out.
I shoo’ed him back in with a few choice words, but I expect he’ll (hopefully) remember why it’s not a good idea to just run out the door as soon as it’s opened, especially at 1 in the friggin’ morning.
Alright, let’s see if I’m the last (wo)man standing in this MMP. Will look for y’all tomorrow; it’s my Blessed Day Off so you just know Monkey’s gonna wake me up stoopit early.
Second thunderstorm of Spring!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to head out into it to go heave.
That, and all of God’s little creatures fornicating out in the open.
Hey, y’all. We were in Portugal for 10 days. Nice place! Good weather! New country! We wouldn’t take vacations so close together but we had expiring flights that had been cancelled during COVID.
Sweet!
Oh, we’re over here now.
D’oh.
We lived there for two years when we were posted to the Embassy. Travelled the entire country on our time off. I understand that they’ve spruced Lisbon up since then and that the restaurants have gotten better. My favorite trip was driving up along the Douro River valley where all the vineyards were in fall colors and the grapes ripe for picking. Took this photo of an old goat herder:
They appear to be in a scaling-up process. The restaurants were pretty good, though we weren’t going for traditional Portuguese cuisine as it fits neither of our diets well. We had a good time, mostly while walking uphill.
Well, Portuguese cuisine is an acquired taste that I never acquired. Salted cod is disgusting, and didn’t like caldo verde either. Don’t get me started on that mess called cozido. I came close to barfing.
My lovely wife can’t eat gluten or dairy and rifht now I can’t eat anything with a lot of oil. Found some terrific non-local cuisine, though.
Made it to Anaheim. Funeral tomorrow, then head back north Thursday morning.
Wi.Fi at the hotel is a mite spotty.
ETA: I’m at Denny’s for some dinner, trying to post from my iPhone. Without my glasses.
TL2ETA: A 750 ml bottle of Maker’s Mark is $33 down here, including sales tax. Much cheaper than in Washington. (WA The liquor itself is more expensive, then there’s a stiff ‘spirit tax’, and then there’s sales tax.)
: waves from Lancaster: you should find a place fins a place called “the hat” puts most places to shame …
Greater LA is Mecca for awesome burger stands. The Hat is a great one. Too late now, Johnny’s probably nearing Bakersfield by now
Well, the weather’s good for a funeral. It’s raining. Too bad for all of those people who are here to go to Disneyland.
I guess I’ll put some zapatos on and walk over for som eggs and sausage.