So do I.
Well, the gym is now a banquet hall and Mrs Magill and I are sweaty.
I made someone cry today. I told another band parent about Mollie, so Mrs Magill would have someone to talk with. She hugged me and cried. She was honored to be told. It was easier than I thought it would be.
Tempting, but I don’t have time. I just realized, for the last several years, the way I knew it was time to cut my fingernails was when I would scratch my eyes taking my contacts out. I’m going to have to figure something out.
Young? One of us needs to get their eyes checked.
There was a general strike called for today. No corporate economic activity. I only patronized a locally owned restaurant for my Stromboli fix.
FCM Two words that should never be in the same sentence are “boat” and “leak.”
I don’t know how old you are, but you can’t possibly be as old as I feel.
OKOKOK, I get it. No being a weenie. According to Dr. Google, recovery won’t be painful just very boring. At least it will be during the summer, when it is hot and muggy and I won’t want to go out anyhow.
I’ll probably be limiting my time at the capital as well. Hubs refuses to participate and it wouldn’t be right to expect him to sit in the car for hours just waiting for me to get tired or arrested.
I did spend about four hours there today. I noticed that traffic was very light but that just might be the price of gas. There are about a dozen of us diehards and fewer or more depending on weather and what has happened in the last few days. Epstein hasn’t been forgotten.
Shagbark Hickory. He says they grow fairly fast and squirrels, both land and flying like the nuts. Flying squirrels also like the loose bark edges for nesting material. (I’m becoming quite the second-hand expert, aren’t I?) He planted two Hickories and two Maples.
“Oh hey, they just moved offices, lets demand something be done and then complain about the delay because their tools are still in boxes.”
Hurray about the fridge, I’m not a big fan of powdered milk in my coffee, I imagine it must be equally not nice in tea.
I’m sorry. I’m not a big fan of baths but I will miss going to the gym and beating the water into submission.
I will be eating Hubs’ cooking for six weeks. His idea of a great dinner is a large steak and a few boiled green beans or peas. His idea of a normal, everyday dinner is a baked chicken breast and a few boiled green beans or peas. Its going to suck.
There really isn’t anything you could do at the hospital anyhow. You could visit, but he’s got other family closer and won’t be allowed more than two visitors at a time anyhow. I’m sure you really want to be there, but it might be better to make plans to visit when he’s recovering at home. Then you can help around the house or do some laundry while you are there.
I hope you are right and you still have a good amount of time and love left. When ours get to be that age, they go on a “whatever you want” diet. It doesn’t hurt them and makes me feel much better.
Shall we send you a C.A.R.E. package? Or a gift card for takeout?
The towels are done and awaiting the folding process. It’s still raining (and chilly). We now have a mini lake out in the courtyard. Poor Nelson, I didn’t make him go out there to do his business, so he just lifted a leg on the support pole.
I drove about a mile, which seemed fine, and we walked around in a park (Anna’s hummingbird, lesser yellowlegs, bald eagles, many redwinged blackbirds and others, plus two bunnies).
I need to launder my sweatpants and dig out some drawstring pants–I can wear elastic-waist pants, but the band is putting pressure on the navel stitches.
I have a problematically acute sense of smell. Useful at times, such as yesterday when I went to my 1-week post-op and said, “Yesterday I thought I could smell that I had an infection.” The PA offered to swab, and said everything looked fine to her. I accepted the offer. Yup, I have an infection. My lovely wife just picked up my Rx. I hope this slides me back over from “anxious hypochondriac” to “excellent self-monitoring” in how the medical staff perceives me.
Howdy Y’all! Been a drizzly and dreary day. TWPTB say lots of rain over night. We shall see. I did duties over to the church house and then proceeded to be my usual RDOS self. The burgers 'n fries for sup were yummy,if’n I do say so myself.
Lily you know when sump’n ain’t right. IMO it’s always a good idea to speak up like you did. Plus you were right!
Mollie hope the banquet goes well. Sometimes I think decoratin’ a high skool gym is a little like puttin’ perfume on a hog, or dressin’ me up in designer clothes.
I do like to be right.
Up from naptime. Having a Puritan, salmon with rosemary, and wild rice blend with peas and mushrooms. Watching F1 Free Practice.
{{{{rocking_chair and lager}}}}
Damn. If I was closer, I’d bring you a plate every day.
Especially in this case.
Oh yes please! Imma want colorful salads, fresh fruit, mac and cheese and scalloped potatoes! Food with more spices than salt, pepper and sugar would be nice as well. I’m like too pick for my own good!
I tried driving with only my left hand today. Fat old women don’t have a lot of room in dinky compact econobox cars so I gave myself a rib cramp trying to put my car in reverse. I’ll be able to drive if I have to, I probably won’t drive to Capt. D’s for fish and chips just because getting the car out of the driveway is such a bother. No problems actually driving, its just the right hand controls that are the problem.
Mom and two of my sisters are lefties, as was my maternal grandmother. I grew up knowing about their daily challanges so I do have some idea as to what I’m getting myself into, but I’ll still be all whiny about it.
Does Nelson wear rainboots? I adore him in his rain coat, never noticed his feets.
Progress!
Dang about the infection, but good about catching it early. Dang that you are throwing another round of antibiotics into your body, it has probably had plenty by now and drug resistances can start after exposure.
I became allergic to penicillin when I was 63.
So my evening has been spent very slothfully. Last week Hubs had an Amazon return that needed to be done, so I thought it would be appropriate for me to reverse spend today. Take that Bezos!
It will be under 40 again tonight so the lemon tree got moved into the water heater shed and the tomatoes got covered. I’m fairly sure the tomatoes would be OK, but citrus don’t do well when its under 40.
I haz a sad about the birds. I had to take the tube feeder down because the Starlings took it over and chased all of the little birds away and things settled down until yesterday. That’s when a Starling found the suet cake. Only one of them could eat at a time, the hanging cage wasn’t big enough for both of them. They also can’t eat upside down so just stuff their beaks and drop big crumbs all over before flying off to the fence to enjoy their treat.
While I had a great time watching them fight over the suet cake while continuing to figure out how to get at a shrinking treat that was just barely in reach, very clever birds, I also think I can’t put suet out again. I don’t hate Starlings, but I don’t want to encourage them to hang around here.
Well, its time to head to bed. My allergies have been going nutz and I took a benedryl. Sometimes I don’t notice them and sometimes they hit me hard.
Have great nights everyone!
ETA because you snuck in…
I’d drive to your place every day if you fed me like that!
Mowage was delayed due to being out of trash bags, but a quick run to Wal-Mart solved that (and also provided dinner via Subway), so the lawn is up to neighborhood standards. Signed up to referee a soccer game tomorrow, am filling in for a coach who is out of town and also will monitor some youth referees, so a pretty full day tomorrow. Never made it to the gym but the mowing/bagging clippings and pushing a full cart around a couple of stores ought to count for something. No rain but still pretty cool for N. Ali-bama tomorrow.
Dicey, just got my noticed to renew my license plates and the taxes for my new car have increased the cost by almost 100%. Oh joy. Not as big an ouch as yours, I’m sure, but still no fun. At least I have to the end of the month.
rocky, best wishes for lager, 18 is definitely old-man territory for a cat.
Mollie, most people are perfectly decent folks. We just tend to remember the SOB’s more…
JtC, Hubs is ahead of me in the cooking department, if it doesn’t fit in the microwave it isn’t getting cooked. And the practice driving will benefit you, in times to come it will get more natural. IMHO of course.
And nearly 10pm, soccer starts at 8:30am, so think I’ll be heading off to Slumberland here shortly. Take care all.
I told the other Band Mom whom I thought was safe. Carrie cried, too. She asked me if it were okay to to hug me and said three or four times that she was a safe person. She then asked if it would be okay to reach out to Mrs Magill. I told her yes.
I might confide in one more person, but I should probably tell Squeaky first. Telling my kids is scarier than telling others.
No matter how good it gets, no matter how good I feel about everything, I still feel The Weight at the end of the day.
{ Insert repetitive self-pity rant here. }
He balks enough with snow boots ( only worn when it’s icy) that I don’t even try with the rain boots.
I had to take mine down too, but because I’m a klutz. I accidently hit it with a chuck-it ball intended for Ms Peach in the back yard. Broke the glass tube.
Go you, Mollie! I have no frame of reference about the situation, but it seems to me that confiding in more people is a good thing.
I … um … { shudders quietly }
They make delicious, healthy meals frozen in a box available at most grocery stores. Times have changed, even Walmart has a decent selection of veggie-forward meals that are easy for a recovering patient to nuke up & eat.
Give you a change of pace, at least.
… said 100% of humanity.
Tonight’s MOMENT brought to you by the lady in front of me at the local Asian joint. (Someone wanted soooooouuuuuuup on her lunch break.) Anyway, as background, Crocs are really common footwear in restaurant kitchens, and …
… y’all, she was wearing SPARKLY SILVER CROCS and I was like, “Imma tell everyone I work with that these even exist!” and she came back all casual with, “Oh, I have them in gold, too” like it was just no big deal.
Bitch, WHAT.
Sparkly glitter crocs. I’m not sure I can handle this development in life.
The Oracles predict mid 30s tonight, so my lil’ ol’ lemon & striped agave are about to be dragged back in. But my tired old bones wanted to sit, smoke, and check in with y’all first!
ETA and have a snack, and kill some zombies.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. It’s 53 degrees Ferret Height(11.667 Centipedes) outside.
{{{{Mollie}}}}
Me: Onan
I also had a shelf-stable soup (butternut squash) in my locker that I’d been looking forward to enjoying on a cold night, so technically, I double-souped.
I have zero regrets.
Online portal (basically the only way to pay) is kicking back a bizarre error code. Naturally I decided to handle this task at 3:30 in the morning, so now I gotta remember to try again tomorrow and, quite likely call 'em up.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 57 Amurrkin out with rain with a predicted high of 68 with rain this mornin’ and cloudy this afternoon. Yay for rain! I have a < snerk > Boston Butt! < snerk > that will turn into slow cooker bbq (not real bbq) for tomorrow’s first Sunday bruch (with some for sup tonight). A cabbage casserole and a chawklit sheet cake with chawklit/pee-kahn icin’ will also get made for tomorrow. Think I will make a little coleslaw as well so’s we can have bbq sammiches, that, and chips for sup. Look at me bein’ all kitchen domesticated! Oh well, good thing to do on a rainy day I suppose.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 14c/56f with a predicted high of 17c/63f and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “Today’s weather is fucking fine. Tomorrow? It will probably be fucking trash.”
I am sure they will understand, and you can still keep in regular contact by phone and facetime stuff so you’ll still get updated. It does sound a bit more positive if he’s been moved down a care level though.
I’m sure your new friend appreciates the company and the encouragement too.
That’s how I feel when I come back from the supermarket too! You did run the stocks down completely before you went away, so probably a bigger shop than usual. I feel your pain with the petrol costs too, I’ll have to fill up again when we come back home tomorrow and am not looking forward to that.
Dicey sounds like a ouchie week for finances there, but good to get all the work done and the bills paid!
He’s already reached a very good age for a cat, you’re right to be concerned about him. Both Ophelia and Shadow were diagnosed with thyroid and heart issues around that age, a natural part of aging for them.
And for all the best reasons - how fabulous that you felt able to tell her, and that she responded so positively. I think Mollie is going to have a lot of fans out there!
It’s vile 
I had been using a small bottle to take enough milk for one day, and keeping it in my backpack so that it stays reasonably cool. It’s just a faff because I usually take a big carton and that lasts me a couple of weeks. Now I’m back to cartons again, and I don’t have to worry about rationing my tea intake!
That was very useful in detecting the early infection, good for you. Also good that you had a medic who was prepared to listen to you and not dismiss it out of hand. Congrats on the drive too, I am sure the birds were a suitable reward.
Yesterday was a reasonably quiet day, I managed to get the absolutely desperately urgent thing done in the morning so that’s out of the way. I rewarded myself by bunking off early by about 10 minutes so I could get an earlier train from campus and avoid the majority of the annoying schoolies. 'im indoors provided burgers and chips for dinner, and we watched a horror film about a vampire on a plane, except it wasn’t very horrifying but it was ideal mindless Friday night entertainment.
I was up early to tend to the needs of my feline overladies, then went to the gym for my 8am session with Amrit. It was hard work and at one point I was so hot, I told him I was going to stand outside for a minute to cool off a bit. He thought that was a good idea, then remembered that outside has that big tyre for flipping, or sledgehammering. Got home and had a shower and hairwash, my next job is to get the cat feeders set up and get us fed and pack stuff. We are off to Bradford a music festival, should make it just in time for the first of 8 bands.
The usual plan is to drive to the hotel, park in the car park across the road (hotel doesn’t have any parking), go to the venue, watch two or three bands, then go back and check in to the hotel, get changed and go back to the venue. Luckily the hotel is only a 5 minute walk from the venue. Back home tomorrow afternoon, then we’re out again in the evening to see a friend’s band at the Giffard because it’s the landlady’s birthday this weekend. Time to go and do stuff!
I admire how much live music you listen to and how that supports these artists.