Babies or grownups? I once witnessed a wonderful baptism for an eleven year old boy. He had been attending church with his next door friend, whose family were members. He came on his own and asked the pastor to be baptized. His parents didn’t mind but couldn’t bestir themselves to come. Two other members stood up for him as godparents.
I read a book in which a church had a huge view screen down front that could be lowered and after Sunday service folks stayed in their seats and watched the game. As one said “It’s more of a thrill with a crowd around you.” That was in Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land"
Knife sharpening day. When they get too dull to use I put them in the block handle down. Eventually they all need to be resharpened.
Anything is a good excuse for tequila! If you’re me I’ll sub in rum if it is handy, but tequila or gin will do also.
I firmly believe it is taught. Almost always by the same people who you would have inherited it from if it was inheritable. The runner-up teacher of guilt is religion IME.
Your MIL has no doubt been both the teacher and student for most of a century and now FCD is getting stuck with the bill.
Snort laughed my lukewarm coffee~thanks!
And indeed she not only needs but deserves special brownies! At least she lives in a state where she can get those. I, sadly, do not.
Lager’s automated food dish worked on battery power. He got his 1 pm feed.
The electricity was down for 6 hours. When I got home the water bowl was running well. My bedside clock also did well on battery power.
Clickity and I went on the shopping trip. Got some reindeers and ornaments for the building lobby. I scored new tree toppers a couple of weeks ago. There were 4 on the shelf, I nabbed 2. They haven’t restocked them, so good thing I got them when I saw them.
Reset my Timex, the micro, the stove and the battery-powered clock near the TV. Now if I could only reset my brain.
Went to Pet Smart yesterday and picked up a new litter box and a cat bed in anticipation of a pending new furball. Pet Smart had some kittens in their adoption area. They’re so much fun to watch, but we’re not in the market for a cat that young. We don’t want to be one of those old folks who dies and leaves a bereft pet behind.
Cleaning is done except for the abbreviated vacuuming. Time for some brunch.
“I find your lack of cleavers…disturbing” - Ruble’s ghost
I don’t have an opinion about changing the time by an hour. It doesn’t affect me. I also don’t get jet lag.
We went to Salsa’s for lunch. MIL ate about 5 chips and declared “I’m full.” This after ordering the taco plate. She ate maybe half a taco and a few tablespoons of beans, and said “I’m soooooo full.” Then got home 20 minutes later and asked for a slice of pumpkin pie. Is it any wonder this woman makes me crazy?
I decided to clean the basement rug tomorrow. I just don’t want to bother today. I’m in chill mode. No supper plans - we have a variety of leftovers if we want.
I’ll be so glad when the election ads and texts finally cease. Thankfully, I have unlimited texts. On my old plan, I was charged a dime per text, whether incoming or outgoing. That would really piss me off if I had to pay to be bombarded. C’mon Wednesday!
I had pumpkin pie for breakfast. After I ate it I realized I forgot the whipped cream. Sad.
I alternate between dreading weds. and hoping for weds…
We are laying in our Tuesday-Wednesday supplies:
- Bourbon
- Ginger beer
- Chocolate
- Pizza-fixin’s
This made me grin, but in a sad way.
Same here. I’m more dreading because MusicMan will be on the road.
I made a final batch of peas. I think I’m going to switch to dogs or frogs next. The handyman was here and got part of the work done. Right as he was getting ready to leave he asked me what I was making and thought, at a glance, that they were Christmas Tacos! Maybe that’s where I should go next.
That took me a moment to parse!
I’ve specifically asked to work till close that night. I told S.M. I do not wanna be alone with my thoughts and fears.
God’s diary, Day 3
Ok, weird question time, don’t need answer fast, but didn’t have much luck with google. So… you’re driving and one of your passengers dies, perhaps has been dead a little while and you didn’t know because people sleep in cars. What are you supposed to do? Stop immediately and call 911? Look for a fire station or hospital and go there? Go where you’re going and pretend to discover the situation when you arrive?
We’re not driving at the moment and MIL is quite alive in her chair. But I suppose we could possibly face this one day. All I seemed find via google addressed accidents.
If we were local, we’d likely call hospice as we would from home. But what if we were 50 miles away? Or further? Not that we’re likely to take her anywhere - she has often said she doesn’t want to go anywhere (ok, maybe Costco…) Seriously, tho, does anyone know?
My exhausted brain goes strange places.
Politics in church today. Not for one side or the other, but just a reminder for people to vote. After church, we were invited to Thanksgiving Dinner by one of the ‘elders’ and his wife. (I don’t know if ‘elder’ is the right term for a Christian Fellowship church.) Kinda hard to turn it down. Mrs. L.A. says I can still cook Thanksgiving Dinner on a different day.
That was my dad’s attitude when he lost his 17 year old dog a couple of years ago. He loves having his granddogs visit (most are Gracie’s pups or grandpups), but at 85, he knew another would outlive him.
Obligatory IANAL, but were it me, I would pull over to verify and if no pulse was detected, head to the nearest ER, just to be sure and have someone who knows the rules take charge of the body.
Just chilled today after Sunday chores. The stuffed squish hit the spot and now for KP.
I’d pull over and call hospice. That’s who you have the relationship with about her dying and the types of intervention she has indicated she wants, including perhaps none. 911 is not in the loop on that and is going to try to revive her. If that’s what she wants, then sure, start with 911. I’d call hospice no matter where you are. They should advise you about what to do.
Tomorrow I get to go to a place ( 3 times a year) to get free clothes. Its been a long time since I’ve been able to afford clothes.
My church bought me toilet paper.
Warm out, which is nice.
My Ravens won!!
In the specific instance of your mother-in-law, I would suggest pulling over in a safe spot and calling her hospice provider and do what they suggest. I would also always always always have a copy of her DNR/Living Will with you at all times so you can avoid unwanted and painful yet futile resuscitation. If you drive her to an ER, you might bring that upon all of you and it can be horrifying to witness. Your hospice may direct you to go to a nearby ER so that death can be declared officially, but they will call ahead so that no undesired treatment is initiated. They may direct you to go home so a hospice nurse can handle that with the very least interference for you or your MIL. Different states, counties do it differently. In mine, a sheriff’s deputy must come out, eyeball things and verify, “yes, all looks legit. Carry on”. IME they often do that from the doorway. It is just a formality. Ask your hospice what they want you to do. Calling 911 or an ambulance is the last thing I’d do, to avoid CPR and possibly vast expense and an unpeaceful death in an ICU.
See above. Call her hospice and ask them. Going to an ER can start a cascade of unwanted intervention.
ETA: Susan beat me to most of that. I was holding a sleeping 3 yo and typing with one finger and my left hand at that.