It’s 46F and very drippy outside. We’ll have varying degrees of rain falling today, and our high temperature is expected to be around 55F.
JtC, jeebus woman! I sure hope your recovery is speedy. Yay for good neighbors, too!
BooFae, I’m sorry you’re feeling so poorly. I hope you’re feeling better very soon!
Pilot, I’m sorry to read about the break-up. I hope you enjoy your trip.
Nellie! I’m so happy you popped in! Growing up, I didn’t want anything more exotic than a horse and a dog. We couldn’t afford a horse, but we always had a dog. I did, however, want to be a wildlife veterinarian when I was a kid. I wanted to travel to exotic places and help wildlife. Around the age of 14 or 15, I decided to go into forestry. That never happened, either.
My son arrived here on Friday, and we’ve been hanging out, going to lunch, etc. He’s still here, and will probably head home later this afternoon.
Alrighty, it’s time to finish my coffee and straighten out the kitchen. You all take care, stay away from ladders(!), and I’m sending good wishes for a peaceful, enjoyable day.
I read this wrong and was wondering if I could deal with garlic bread for breakfast. Oof.
Went for a walk and stocked up on coffee beans (Starbucks), donuts (Dunkin’) and pineapple slices. I had decided on pizza for lunch but had forgetten to make sure we had pineapple.
On Friday when I went to Aldi, I didn’t find pizza flour, but they did have pizza dough mix (flour with yeast, salt, etc.), so I bought that. Worked out well for today’s lunch, so I might stick with that solution for pizza, instead of the other ½ dozen different recipes.
Tried a upside-down pineapple cake cocktail, but I used raspberry vodka instead of cake vodka. Needed more sweet, so I added simple syrup. I prefer tequila, though.
Should do some more weeding, but I’m lazy. And maybe that second cocktail at lunch wasn’t such a good idea. After having the vodka I had to compare the tequila version. Right?
At least it’s sunny out, so I might just keep the couch company for a bit longer.
Wow! When his youngest daughter was a young, married mother, my uncle shaved his facial hair. My cousin had never seen her dad without it.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. I met a new neighbor when walking Nelson this morning. I told him not to be surprised if he began getting packages for me at some point (every couple of years, GoogleMaps decides that his apartment is also mine until I get it straightened out).
Good morning everyone. Today will be cloudy but we’ll have a high of 70F/21C and winds should only be about 20mph, so overall pleasant for this time of year.
We’re having a small birthday party for my mom this afternoon with the small bit of family we have and some close family friends. No one else knows, but my sister’s boyfriend is also going to propose. The fact he’s proposing isn’t a surprise (they’ve already set the wedding date!) but the timing will be unexpected, and he wanted our mom and friends there for it. So should be quite the eventful afternoon!
oopsie I hope Bailey is feeling better. It gets so hard as they age
JtC if your shoulder is still hurting, please have it checked out. Shoulders are complex and delicate things and you don’t want anything going wrong.
flyboy When does El Jefe retire? Sounds like you had a nice little trip.
rocking chair That must have been amazing to see. The way you physically feel the music from a large organ like that just can’t be beat.
coppertone Best of luck with your guy friend - if nothing else, a good friend is hard to come by.
boofae that sounds miserable! Also, lack of caffeine might be contributing to your general malaise, so some tea with milk or sugar might help…
I know I’m an old grouch, and I really hate when people do stuff like this as a public event. Same for gender reveal parties. Obviously in this case, there’s no worries that the bride-to-be will refuse, but I know in my daughter’s case, she felt trapped into accepting - the marriage didn’t even last 2 years. Her ex was all about the show and not so good on substance. Thank goodness they didn’t have any kids. End of old grouch rant.
Back from erranding. I’m going to change into grubby shoes and a grubby sweatshirt then head out and hack back some wisteria. If you don’t hear back from me, it means the vines fought back and I’m ensnared along the fence. Know that I tried my best!!!
There was an email, but I don’t remember it. We’ve had a new president for months, and he’s been serving on the board. He’ll be pulling back from day-to-day operations April 1st (the start of our new fiscal year), but I don’t know when he’ll be completely retired.
We finished off the corned beef & cabbage for dinner last night. Now I need to make some more chili.
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Yesterday afternoon and evening involved a lot of Lego: I got through bag #11 (of 16) of the Atari set. I’ll probably finish it later today, but first I will be having lunch with WifeBFF at the rehab center. She had a reverse shoulder replacement 12 days ago, and spent a week in the hospital before finally transferring to rehab. I’ll bring Chipotle for us, at her request. She asked HusbandBFF to arrive later in the afternoon, so we can have some quality time…but I know that she also just needs a break from him. I saw her last weekend, while she was still in the hospital: it will be good to see her now that she’s a little stronger.
Visiting WifeBFF and finishing the Atari set are really my only plans for the day.
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People realized that they’re gross…?
That would have bothered me so much. I think having a morbidly obese pet is (possible) animal abuse just as surely as starving one would be. To be clear, I don’t mean having a pet that’s simply overweight: lots of animals are little food/treat machines, and some extra weight isn’t ideal but not dangerous. I’m also not talking about medical conditions. The internet seems to love pictures of truly dangerously overweight dogs/cats and laughingly calls them “chonky,” but those photos always really disturb me. I would have been upset by that cat the whole time, and might have felt compelled to say something to the host afterwards.
Absolutely! If I ever have another occasion to rent a VRBO, because of your tales about Onyx and buddies, I’m going to request a resident kitty or two for my stats. Or I could just come stay on your catio with a sleeping bag…
Lunch break. Hacking back those vines is a lot more work than I anticipated. Plus they kept getting caught in my hair, so when I go back out, I’ll wear a hat.
Anyway, I cut a huge pile off, then started cutting the vines into smaller pieces so I could load the wheelbarrow and haul them int the woods. When cut into 12" pieces, suddenly the pile is lots smaller!! But, oh, the tangles!! I’m making progress, but I doubt I’ll get done what I want to get done - at least not today.
It occurred to me that I need to take my phone with me. I don’t want FCD to worry if he tries to call, and I don’t want to have to come bleeding into the house if I cut myself. I am wearing gloves and I’m hyper-aware of where the blades are, but better safe and all that. I spent about an hour, and maybe I’ll attempt another hour, but this is not an all-afternoon adventure. I don’t have the stamina I had 20 years ago.
The weather should be mostly decent this week, so if I can manage a couple of hours every day, I might be able to beat most of it into submission. And when I hit the big lotto, I’m hiring a landscape crew, by golly!
The microwave conked out last night, much to DH’s utter horror. We were also 9 days past the “exchange defective item” period at Home Depot, where we bought it. DH has located a Panasonic-approved warranty repair shop, so the microwave is going there tomorrow morning. Hopefully, it comes home soon.
I was a teenager when my family first got a microwave (I’m 55 now), and DH is 7 years older than I am, so would have lived much more of his life in pre-microwave days. MIL swore she had done her best to teach all three of her children (DH has a sister and a brother, in age order, he’s the eldest) basic kitchen skills. Dunno about SIL, but DBIL is a good cook. DH, OTOH, was having trouble coping with the idea of heating frozen corn by any means other than microwave. Since I’m relatively comfortable with saucepans and such, I helped him out.
I really do not understand how an intelligent guy with generally good problem-solving and practical skills is so utterly baffled by the concept of cooking without a microwave. That and forms are basically Kryptonite to him.
FCD came home early and that seemed a good excuse for quitting, tho I did get almost another hour of work done. And I cut the tip of the thumb of my glove - my thumb was never in danger. But I did shed blood on my forearm - something scratched it, which isn’t surprising, considering how unyielding some of the thicker vine bits are.
I’ve fed my sweetie, washed the blood off my arm, and put my garden tools away (In reverse order), then I took some ibuprofen because I started to feel achy in the back. I’ll take that as a sign to assume the recliner position.
Made a return trip to the grocery to replace the milk that went to its maker yesterday. Also picked up some colby/jack cheese for tomorrows scramble and a sushi for me for tonight’s dinner.
I managed to poke a hole in one of my fret fingers with the E string (where it wraps around the tuning peg) last evening, so I guess guitar practice is off for a bit unless I retune for slide.
Happy Sunday afternoon from beautiful Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. After two-1/2 days of excessive sun, I’m kinda too pink bordering on red in spots, so today is a mostly shade day. Sigh. And after wretched excess of food and drink I’m kinda fat, so today is a mostly health day. If I eat negative 5,000 cals today I’d be about right for the whole trip. Here’s hoping: Go me!
Tomorrow = Mon is leisurely wakeup, breakfast, go home.
This place is wall to wall college kids on spring break, plus the usual grown-ups plus the small geezer brigade. The kids are boisterous and enthusiastic and youthful, but not wasted or troublesome. Just lots of them. And boy howdy does America contain a lot of incredibly hot 20yos girls (and boys) with very pale skin. Living as I do in a place with mostly older folks and also a lot of people with at least some Latin or African blood, plus all the sun worshippers of every ethnicity, seeing pasty white Caucasians in quantity is kinda weird.
Swam with the sharks, swam with the rays, snorkeled the reefs, saw the sea critters, waded in crotch deep transparent waters a mile offshore sipping rum, dove the cenotes, petted the monkeys, etc. In all a good trip.
As I recall from staying here for work, the booze is good, name brand, and free, whereas the food is adequate. Despite attempting foodie fancy restaurants on-campus, they fall a bit flat.
Damned shame I didn’t have a companion. Next time for sure. If all goes routinely with the flight home tomorrow I should meet impending GF #1 for dinner on the way home from the airport. Which might lead to an extension on my vacation depending on her mood and obligations on Tue and subsequent. Hope springs eternal.
Oops, forgot to pipe up with my cranky night nurse idea here, to get SiL more pop in visits from aides and nurses once she gets to rehab. This is advice coming from being a nurse for 43+ years in just such kind of settings. Buy a BIG bag of those assorted bite-sized mini candy bars and send it to her room as soon as she gets to the rehab place, along with a low basket or bowl, so that aides and nurses will pop in just to say hi and grab a chocolate treat. I’m sure Target does too. She will see lots more faces and staff will feel seen by her and form attachments and then keep popping back in to see her again and say “hi”. Don’t think of it as bribery. It is time-tested positive reinforcement, win-win for all! Her, them and you get to feel good knowing you’re taking care of her from afar.
Costco carries big bags (Snickers,etc) and Costco.com will even deliver to her rehab. Hersheys makes a big bag of assorted mini bars too.
We both stood there, and
Watched it glug- glug- glugging its
Way to eter’n’ty.
If someone wants to purchase a living creature that does not require water for a day (legally sold reptiles, day-old chicks of pretty much whatever poultry you can name, bees) you can overnight them. They have lotsa DO NOT warnings on them. (Do not tip over. Do not kick. Do not freeze. Maybe don’t yell at 'em.)
… ah, crap, with the “bird flu” now, the rules might have changed. I gotta get to work, don’t have time to look it up.
But before The World Ended such were the rules, of shipping live critters.
Ostriches, you were on your own there, and good luck to ya.
My former employer moves many tens of tons of live critters every day.
Bees, poults, goats, sheep, dogs, cats, lizards, rats, you name it. We’d always be notified if we had live animals in the cargo, and 90+% of the time, it was not a pet of a passenger aboard, but rather bulk shipments of whatever to whoever.
A thousand pounds of baby chickens, ducks, or turkeys was not unusual. They make a very cute noise even while stinking to high heaven.
I’m not sure of the policies where you served, but when I worked in a nursing home in college, we weren’t allowed to accept treats like that. When families wanted to remember the staff, they had to leave the treats at the nurse’s station. When I was in a rehab center after surgery a few years ago, all foodstuffs brought in, whether for the patient or meant as treats, had to go through the nurse’s station as well.
Sunday chores are done, dinner fixed and et (Portuguese kale soup) and some funky stuff played with in the studio. Now to play some more until bedtiime.
I saw her last weekend, while she was still in the hospital: it will be good to see her now that she’s a little stronger.
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I think having a morbidly obese pet is (possible) animal abuse just as surely as starving one would be. To be clear, I don’t mean having a pet that’s simply overweight: lots of animals are little food/treat machines, and some extra weight isn’t ideal but not dangerous. I’m also not talking about medical conditions. The internet seems to love pictures of truly dangerously overweight dogs/cats and laughingly calls them “chonky,” but those photos always really disturb me. I would have been upset by that cat the whole time, and might have felt compelled to say something to the host afterwards.
such were the rules, of shipping live critters.