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And a good late evening to all. Exercise is complete for the day, two shifts and 1,500 calories burned, so I don’t feel too bad about all the snacking I’ve been doing. It’s in the 40’sF right now and heading to a low of 37F, so definitely the panic-shoppers will be out tomorrow grabbing all the fresh milk and other perishable stuff lest doom strikes. Did unload the dishwasher so I consider that I was mildly constructive today.

swampy, glad your health report was good.

Sticky Buns, I remember the singing raisins, but not the caroling peas…and those forks obviously don’t give a fu…darn.

VanGo, probably need to see what coverage I still have for my phone. I’m not quite as dependent on it as many folks are these days, but it’s something that I don’t want to have break at the most inopportune time.

nellie, glad the mystery of the apartment has been solved, so you can sleep well. And as for cleaning out the closet, I still keep a few things that are too large around, in case I should suffer a lapse… The one item I still have to many 2XL’s of are my T-shirts, they have been bought in many places over the years and often have written messages on them (I believe in providing reading material to my fellow citizens) and replacing them will be a chore. One of these days… And good wishes to all those menaced by the fire out west.

Sari, never had a dream of my own demise (at least none that I can remember), but I seldom remember any of my dreams, so it might have occurred before. And best you restart those supplements post-haste, more pills or not.

JtC, the curtains sound nice. And glad GG and Jolene made up, females can be so tempermental… (runs up the shelving unit next to GG).

After 10:30pm here, so best I head off to bed. Catch up with y’all on Hump Day.

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I feel bad that I’ve dragged so many innocent bystanders into my screaming into the void rant.

I needed to let it out, somewhere, but now it’s in so many other people’s souls, and I am truly sorry for that.

Really, I apologize to everyone who read it.

As far as the legal stuff … it’s my next door neighbor & I’ve already made it abundantly clear how pissed I am about this, so it’s not like he wouldn’t know who snitched … and I don’t see how doing so would solve anything, or bring about any good.

I don’t have any proof, either.

Monkey currently is comfortably ensconsed on my bladder lap, so as long as I can verify with several senses (I can see him; I can feel his fur; I can hear him purring) I can reassure my brain that he’s safe.

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Oh, please don’t apologize! You witnessed something deeply disturbing, and if you can’t talk to your friends about it, you’d…have to tell Monkey, and he’d be all, “Shuddup-shuddup-shuddup and let me ooooouuuuut!” No help at all. (Petting him must be soothing, though.

I knew you were my kind of people.

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I like both.

Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.

They do in South Dakota. :roll_eyes:

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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 50 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 65 and N.O.S. A cool day in store! Might even need a jacket. We shall procure provisions this mornin’. Then we shall hone our RDOS skills. I shall betake myself over to the church house for Wednesday evenin’ foodstuffs and activities. I’m told there will be a baked N.O.T. bar tonight. I approve. OYKW said yestiddy that he’s thinkin’ of a bbq sammich and fries from Sonny’s for himself. Always a good choice.

Sticky_Buns “Peas On Earth” gave me a good early mornin’ giggle.

Wheelie I tell my phone I hate it on a regular basis, but I agree I don’t know what I would do without it.

Trieste welcome to retirement! It is da bomb! I am sure that in time you will be a RDOS with the best of us.

Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I suppose I must purtify and don attire acceptable for bein’ amongst the great unwashed. Oh Woe! The agony of it all!

Happy Hump Day Y’all!

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I’m not sure I’m awake this morning. I feel very drowsy and blah. Annie says she feels the same. It will be interesting to find out what happens next in the great saga of the knee. I’m waiting for a referral to a doctor who is only 30 minutes away, but just for fun I requested an appointment with the last one that I saw who is an hour away. Wherever I can go to first, I will.

Shoe, no need to apologize. That was a very emotional thing that happened and it’s ok to share.

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Thanks - it’s a continuation of what I used to do for nursing homes and veterans’ homes via my mom’s AARP group. I’m reluctant to give money since, sadly, some groups can’t be trusted to not take huge “administrative fees.” This way, I’m hoping the blankets go to the patients who need them and not to aides with sticky fingers. I guess in the end, there’s always someone you can’t trust. I hate being that way. Anyway, it’s my version of charity. Plus it’s theraputic.

OMG!!! I can’t manage 2" heels without falling off.

I often wonder how much of the panic stockage winds up being tossed because it goes bad. People is weird.

If you have some that are particularly special, you could recycle them into a blanket. Daughter has done this a couple of times (not sure if this is the company she used) and they’re really nice with a fleece backing.

I was just drifting off to sleep last night around midnight when FCD came to bed, and discovered Ziva had peed on his side. Dammit. Thank goodness for the waterproof cover under everything! So we stripped the bed and I took it all down to the laundry room, closing the basement door. Then I dug out clean bedding and we put it on. FCD fell asleep pretty fast. I was up till 2-ish. Dammit. So waking around 6 was no fun and no surprise. The blankets are in the washer now, the sheets are next. On the plus side, I put the comforter back on and it was decidedly comfy.

The only way that idiot cat can get on the bed is via the shoe rack that was (no longer is) at the foot of the bed. It has been removed and I need to figure out what to do with 5 pairs of shoes. Dammit. But that beats having cat pee in bed.

MIL was up a bit before 7, but FCD convinced her to go back to sleep. That didn’t even last an hour. Dammit. He’s on his way across the bay to talk to the guy about specifics regarding our fuel tanks, leaving me alone with her. First thing she asked me was if we’re selling our house, then something about her money (which is mostly tied up in a CD till the end of November.) She had to have been dreaming but she didn’t want to believe that we aren’t selling.

Mostly I’m pissed because I count on my morning quiet time, and I lost that. She’s in the other room having her toast, but I can’t ignore her all morning - I’ll have to go be sociable. I don’t want to be sociable - I want my quiet time, which is also my treadmill time. Dammit. Maybe I can walk when Jessica comes to give her a shower?

And maybe I can calm down by making some punkin pies as I’d planned last week. We’ll see how that goes.

Happy Wednesday, dammit.

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Morning all. Woke at 8am again, seems like cool weather is good for sleeping. It’s 44F now, getting to 72F later and not a drop of rain to be seen. Agreed to help referee a couple of games tonight, one at 5:30pm and the other at 7:30pm, so will be working on my layering of clothes for that (and bringing along some gloves), Kinda of amazing that 6-7 weeks ago I nearly passed out from the heat. Will try to get some swimming in this afternoon and also need to add some gas to the tank, don’t want to do the full fill-up as I’ll do my big shopping trip next Friday (25th) and that result will save $$ on my gas. Also need to get the garbage and the recycle bins out to the curb.

shoe, to borrow again from a SF author, who wrote this “Shared pain is lessened; shared joy is increased.” Many of your stories have brought joy to us here in the MMP; if we can take some of the pain away, it is our pleasure.

Sticky Buns, fingers crossed for a prompt appointment for the knee.

FCM, I do my donations at one particular time of the year, and the rest of the time the begging letters go right in the shredder. And keep in knittin’. And that is an interest idea on the T-shirts, but first I need to arrange for their replacements, and so far sloth is winning that battle. And we all have our crosses to bear, yours is just a 90lb 90 year old for time being…

OK, time to break my fast and get that big bowl O’Cereal ready to go in my belly. Have a good Hump Day all.

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Ha! The bleepity bleeping secretary for the doctor that I saw is out until Friday. So no other secretary can or will schedule me for an appointment until she comes back. It’s a good thing I’m not hurting or anything like that.

Ok, got that out of my system. Carry on, all.

{{{FCM}}}

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In the “trying to be positive & think happy thoughts” category, I FINALLY got my chicken minis from Chick Fil-A this morning, as I was up early for bio break & decided to try driving out there again.

Success!

Plus, they have some sort of “Wednesday Breakfast” promo that I didn’t know about, at least at this location, so I unexpectedly got a hella discount. Always a pleasant surprise - the modern version of Monopoly and their “$5 bank error in your favor” (which definitely does not happen anymore).

Sat on my steps eating my breakfast and keeping a VERY close eye on Monkey so he could have some outside time (not sure if that squirrel was yelling at him, or me, or both, but dang was it noisy!) and now that we’re safely back in the warm indoors, he is velcro’d to my thigh with his chin on my knee, which I can only assume is Cat for “thanks, I luv you.”

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Finally some good news in my dead phone saga. The chat guy this morning organized a replacement for me. I sent the dead phone back and in 10-14 days I should have a new one.

In the meantime, I found one of my old phones and will try to see if it’ll accept my Sim card. Then I need to remember how to use the damn thing. All the inputs have changed. I don’t remember how to navigate it.

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I last wore high heels 51 years ago, in 1973, for my wedding. They were 1-3/4 inches and I’m sure I kicked them off the minute the Mass was over and we were at the reception, never to wear them again.

I bought a pair of kitten heels (1-1/2 inches) to wear at my daughter’s fancy New Year’s Eve wedding. Tried to break them in wearing them around the house so they’d be comfortable~ended up buying a pair of black patent leather flats for the mother of the bride marathon night. Gave the treacherous kitten heels to a friend who wore the same size shoes, for his drag show competitions.

As usual, our metal mouse said it better than I could have. Listening, sharing and offering shoulders to lean on is mumping par excellence. It’s my raison d’ etre.

You were very considerate and careful with your warning and blurring.

It’s certainly how Siamese cats say it or so I choose to believe. My meezer as ramped up the “I love you” lap Velcroing as our temps have gone into freeze warnings the past 4 or 5 mornings. The pots of mums on my porch steps may get frost nipped but my feline overlord has it all figured out.

Next I need FCM to show up and dig out my two electric throws, find their corresponding cords and grope around behind furniture to get them plugged in-one for my many hours on my couch reading spot and the other to preheat my bed and comforter. Since I’m in a c.1880s house that wasn’t electrified originally, there is approximately one electric outlet per room. So for my reading corner I get to choose two between electric throw, chargers for the phone and iPad or the cozy oil-filled radiator.

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So I had to do the slide, and run irregs on both sides of the 100 boxline. Then they took half the people off the 100 table, and I had to go up there. And run the misssorts. And there was a lot of Left In Buildings. All this is spite of having a metric boatload of Blueberries in the building. Or perhaps because there was a metric boatload of Blueberries in the building. But not my circus, not my monkeys.

“When you first wake up, eat a live frog. That way your day can only improve.”

{{{{sticky}}}}

Yay cheap chicken, shoe!

I have my old Blackberry, if you want to borrow it. :wink:

Spot Velcros himself to my head.

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The bedding has been washed and put back on the bed, so yay! I’ve also sucked up a cat or 2 or hair from under the bed - after I pulled out a gazillion pairs of shoes. Five of my not-worn-in-ages shoes are going to the thrift store. There are a bunch of FCD’s shoes, including on pair with a flappy sole - I think I’m going to toss those before he gets home.

I also found the shoes I wore to Daughter’s first wedding - TWENTY YEARS AGO! I wore them that day, then never again. So Roxy has scored some dress-up shoes. The shoes I wear less often will go in the closet, and the ones I wear frequently will go under my side of the bed.

There were 4 totes and a shawl piled in the corner behind my closet door - totes are going downstairs with the luggage, the shawl is going to thrift. I found 3 purses and a set of “luggage” that I got as a freebie when I bought some clothes - all going to thrift. I still have to find homes for some afghans - some place Ziva can’t pee on them. But for now, I need to do something with the shoes.

I’ve also got the makin’s for punkin pies coming to room temp - once the shoes are sorted, I’ll hit the kitchen. I think all this will easily replace my 30 minutes of treadmilling. And I’ve decided the leftover pot roast will become the basis for veggie-beef-barley soup for supper.

Whew!

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Morning, all! It was a brisk and breezy 40°F outside when I got up this morning, so while I did still open the front door for the doggy I did not raise the storm door panel (or turn off the heat). I know Bailey prefers getting a snoutful of neighborhood smells through the screen, but she seemed happy enough without it. The only windows she can see out of require either jumping up on the bed or stretching her hind legs (while putting her front legs on an ottoman), so I’m sure she appreciates having a really big “window” that she can just stand in front of. :slight_smile: Plus, the bottom of the storm door is slightly warped – daylight is visible in the center – so she can probably get some smellin’ done via that.

My two work meetings both got cancelled, and I have no appointments or lessons or training or anything, so I have a rare day with an open calendar. The only thing going on is that the cleaners will be here sometime today*. And there’s no baseball that I care about tonight (the Yankees and Guardians have a travel day), which means after work I’ll get to catch up on this week’s TV shows. As long as no fires pop up this afternoon (:crossed_fingers:), it might actually be a pretty good hump day!

*12:28 update: they just arrived. An hour from now the house will be mine and Bailey’s again, with no further interruptions but with clean floors. Yay!

After I finish this post, it’ll be lunchtime: I’m looking forward to having the other half of the Wegman’s turkey and provolone sub that got delivered yesterday, plus some more Pringles.

A random sort-of-amusing thing: in a group chat with my fellow program leads earlier, I used the abbreviation “IIRC”…and none of them knew what it meant! I definitely spend too much time on the Dope. :grin:

Sorry for not mentioning that the cost of at least the storm door itself will already be on me! :slight_smile: This is because (a) I should have told my property manager about the warping that started a couple of years ago (when his workers removed the door in order to replace the concrete front steps), and (b) I want to make sure I get the features that matter to me. Back in August I told my property manager that I’m willing to pay for the replacement entirely myself, but asked if it might be possible for his brother/their team to do the installation part and save me the labor costs. That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear about for the last 7 weeks.

BTW, thank you for asking this: it prompted me to send a clarification to my property manager that if I don’t hear from his brother by the end of this week, I’ll assume that I have approval to order a new storm door (of the style I’d previously described and sent him a photo of) and have it professionally installed all at my own expense. I definitely want to remind him of that part!

Whew! :slight_smile:

Oooooo, I like that…and will be using it for future brain farts. :grin: Thank you!

Well, it’s one thing if management is particularly trying to keep someone out. But most of the time? If a tenant wasn’t a problem and simply moved when their lease was up? I’d be surprised if the locks got changed.

Bailey has never peed on the bed (:crossed_fingers:), but she’s puked on it many times over the years: waterproof mattress pads are worth their weight in gold. Even now, when she hardly ever gets on the bed anymore – and, when she does, it’s just a temporary thing 'cause she has the zoomies – I’m reluctant to remove the waterproof pad. Just in case!

Woot!! It’s definitely good to celebrate the little things. :smiley:

That definitely beats the 1952 house I rented that only had two grounded outlets in the entire place! I’d never encountered ungrounded outlets before. Thank goodness for converters, but I never did feel 100% secure about the wiring in that place.

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I’m smiling (loudly) because at this very moment my cat is standing on my lap, her back tucked under my chin, leaning her loudly purring body against my chest and twisting her head around so she can lick my cheek. If I move too much typing, she’ll get ticked off. Mustn’t piss off the cat.

Warm, purr-throbbing cat tucked under your chin is vastly better than Xanax. The face-licking I could do without but gotta pay for my pleasures.

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The house smells of punkin pie! Yum! Almost done.

Bedroom is tidy, some shoes tossed, some bagged for thrift. Miscellaneous stuff also bagged for thrift. About 4-ish, I’ll start the soup. Meanwhile, I crochet.

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I have been approved for funding for the $700.00 a month testosterone blocker pills that my urologist has prescribed. One side effect is occasional hot flashes. Evidently I am going through Menopause…

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It turned out to be a sunny day… so far.

The Spousal Unit checked the weather, and she said it’s supposed to rain when we leave on our vacation, and on the day we head home… but it’s supposed to be a sunny week next week. :slight_smile:

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…is another memory loss? :wink:

:rofl:

But I’ll say it again: better the hot flashes!! :slight_smile: