Glad the move went well, oopsie.
That’s just gorgeous, hippy. A variation of Mariner’s Compass?
My day got a bit exciting this afternoon. Back story: when Nelson was a wee pup of seven months old, I took him up north to Dad’s for Thanksgiving. Sis took his mother, Fifi and brother-cousin Pugsly too. A mouse (N.O.Mouse?) came in from the cold and rustled behind the clothes dryer. It immediately got Fifi’s and Nelson’s attention. Nelson made the assist and Fifi dispatched it. Since then, he’s caught a couple more at Dad’s and one at my friend’s house.
Until today. Fifi and Nelson ride again ! Right after lunch, I heard both of them raising more hell than three Baptist preachers in a tent out in the kitchen. I went out and watched as they corralled the tiny beast before Nelson made the dispatch.
Once the mouse had departed the mortal coil, I found a pair of dish gloves and took it out back, where Sis or BIL will bury it in a couple of days (I asked Sis about what to do with the carcass). Should I start putting notches on his collar?
I set up our tent at the park. Tomorrow, we’ll just have to set up the table and hang the banner. We’d gotten a spot this year, right in the middle of traffic. I thought I would have help setting up this afternoon, but they had intended to sign up for tomorrow morning. Some volunteers helped me set up the tent.
As I was driving from the church to the park, I heard the table shift and hit the tailgate. “I need to be careful when I open that,” I said OUT LOUD to myself. I got to the park, reconnoitered where our spot was, and went back to the car to start unloading. I opened the tailgate, and this big folding table slid out and landed on my right big toe. It’s still throbbing several hours later. I don’t think it’s broken because it’s not swollen. It’s just turning black and blue.
My forst batch of romas have filled out and are turning red.
Say, hippie, nice quilt.
Or find a good taxidermist to do a wall mount for over the fireplace.
Howdy Y’all! I got duties done and then proceeded to spend the rest of the day in high RDOS inactivities. I thought about some things that need to be done, however. Even sup was slothful. Have I mentioned lately how much I love bein’ a RDOS?
Oopsie glad the move went well. Hope you get everything situated to your likin’ soonest.
Hippie wowza!
Mollie OUCHIE! Hope the toe is better soonest.
Red I had no idea Nelson was such a mighty warrior/hunter!
Anybody have a spare back I can borrow?
Encore!
Lady SCAdian turns 65 next week, and has signed up for Part A, which was backdated to 1 June. Part B won’t kick in until 1 July, and Tricare was cancelled when Part A started, so she’s having to reschedule all of the med appointments she had for this month. 
Not that I’m advocating workplace violence, but it sounds like what she needs is a good old-fashioned attitude adjustment. 
Apparently he’s one of those rare people who are older than I feel.
At first glance that said “one pair of bananas”.
Hippie, the expression on your face in that picture is a very good match with the cat in your profile picture!
Lily, we have to keep our cats’ water bowl in the tub – Susu is too fond of playing with it. We used to have a fountain, but he kept playing with it and tipping it over, so we now use one of these.* It claims to be a no-tip bowl, but he’s managed to flip it over at least once. I’ve sat and watched him several times; he’ll pat the water a few times, lick his paw, shake it to get the remaining water off it (drops flying everywhere!) and then repeat.
* Drop a USN sailor’s white hat on the floor upside down and you’ll see why we used to call them “dog dishes”.
Currently 68 ferrets/20 centipedes, down from the day’s high of 80/27. Forecast for tomorrow is 87/31, which is too many.
Supper tonight was hot dogs, steak fries and tater tots (didn’t have enough for three servings of either), corn, and Bush’s apple pie baked beans. Dessert was vanilla ice cream topped with Lucky Leaf peaches & cream pie filling. Getting fancy these days, we are.
It was angry with me throughout yoga tonight.
“Oh, you’re gonna set your feet soles up? Have some PAIN!!!”
“Oh, I see you’re doing some balancing work. How’s about a little PAIN!!! Will that help?”
I wish I could hook my VCR to the TV. With an HDMI converter, I can get audio but no picture. I’ve never seen Matlock. But there are things I’ve worked on, and a couple of obscure movies that I’d like to watch.
$202(-ish) a month, payable every three months. Looks like there’s an extra month in there.
I’ll have to let CWO2 Wifey know.
Signed up to do a couple of soccer games tomorrow morning so heading off to bed early, so this is my not-quite-late-night-final. Have had my salad and some crackers to finish my intake for the day and probably will have some output before bedtime, so life is balanced. Other than that nothing much else has been accomplished.
And what else the night has brought…
Oopsie, hopefully the couch will arrive at the ESTIMATED time…
red, apparently the old dog doesn’t need new tricks, he’s got the pest control business down pat.
Mollie, amazing the things we know and then immediately forget…hope the toe is OK tomorrow.
Herald, I do not believe I have ever heard of Apple Pie Baked Beans, I thought you must be making that up, but no, Google shows that they are a thing…but those are two tastes I wouldn’t think of pairing, wonder who actually thought of it…
And that’s all folks. Take care and I’ll write tomorrow when I can.
That is amazing, you have certainly learned how to do master’s quality work. (Love your shirt, did your lovely bride buy it for you? I still think that your monogrammed seam ripper is about the most romantic gift ever.)
We are in full agreement, I just didn’t elaborate on my feelings because my words tend to be too strong.
Can you maybe volunteer to teach classes every three or four months? That would be such a blessing for so many people.
Do you know, I just realized that I have NO idea how Jolene feels about her slaves immersing themselves. George is such a jerk about water that we automatically shut the doors when we are going to bathe.
I think a trip to a nice bakery would certainly cheer me up during recovery, I will put it on the list for Hubs. He can’t read my mind, I have to tell him these things.
So far, they are just white petunias that softly florescent in the dark. Like a glow in the dark thing that really needs to be set in the sun for the day. If they turn into triffids, I’ll be sure to update folks posthaste!
Wasps don’t like getting sprayed with water. Use your hose or a spray bottle on them and they will learn to avoid you.
Once again, Nelson et al proves the truth about cats. Cats never had a purpose, humans didn’t domesticate them because they killed rats in the barns. Humans had rat terriers long before that and for the most part rat terriers can out hunt cats any day of the week. The only reason humans let cats domesticate us is because they purr and have soft feet.
I read further and saw it wasn’t nice during yoga. Didn’t we just agree that if it hurts, stop doing it? I do hope you feel better in the morning, you were looking forward to the day so much.
Jealous!
Oh, I forgot that you would be paying monthly, but still OUCH! (Mine is 134 a month, so age must count as well.)
So I have some Fun Firefly Facts! When you look at a field full of fireflies, you see some of them going up and down in the air and others kinda flying around six-twelve inches off the ground.
The jumpers are boys who are trying to impress the ladies while scoping them out. The hoverers are the ladies who are watching how high the boys are jumping and then choosing to go where they land.
Yes I did just spend some time outside smoking and watching, how did you guys know?
Well see, I have standards. They are often double, but at least they’re standards.
Remind me to tell the story of how I broke my four small toes at Boy Scout Camp.
Looks like a good read, for sure. I’ve never been tempted to try and domesticate the bun(s) that live behind the house, though. I’m content to watch them.
Yeah, I know. After living here for 21 years, I’m decently dialed in to the brutal realities of critter longevity in my little spot. I’ve lost llamas to cougar, beloved kitties to coyotes, chickens to dogs and raccoons, ducks to eagles and so on. So while I like to think that the darling little bun who is currently living in his hidey hole behind the house is the same one as last year, in my heart I understand it’s unlikely. We all cling to our illusions, though! 
Agreed, if your physical condition can take it. I have a friend who pole vaulted into his early 80s. His doc finally told him he had to stop, because any further injuries to his shoulders could not be repaired again. Now he plays very athletic table tennis.
I am sure you are right! I think I’ve shared about the raven caucus I once watched where the raven unkindness (what a flock of ravens is referred to) was drumming a member out. At first I was going to intervene, then thought better of it. There were probably 200 screeching ravens venting their spleens (do ravens have spleens, I wonder?) on this one poor bird and I felt horrible for it, but it was just a bit too Hitchcockian for me to get involved. I beat a hasty retreat into the house and left them to their business.
hippie, that quilt is stunning! You are a true artist and master of your craft!
metal mouse, ooofff, yes, we have Canada geese here, say no more! There’s a reservoir in my area that’s popular for every summer activity. One year I met a friend there with the intent to picnic and watch Fourth of July fireworks. Never again! The geese had asserted their supremacy by doing what geese do, and the space was unusable. Just… yuck!!
oopsie, so glad the move went smoothly – but then, you did everything right to ensure that it would! Enjoy getting settled, and may the new space make you happy for a long time to come.
red, congratulations to Nelson on his mousing prowess with assists from Fifi! I have my doubts that Ollie would do… well, anything.
mollie, so sorry about the toe! I’m having sympathy pains. I hope it feels better soon. You know you’re going to lose the nail, right?
So today. Temps got as high as 70F, and it was a pleasant day weather-wise. Errands got erranded in short order this morning, and I was home to spend the rest of the day fussing with Ollie and… well, not much else. Dishes, of course. A brief encounter with the roll suck contraption. That was about it.
Today’s Wildlife Report: No bun sighting today. Instead for my viewing entertainment, there was an athletic chipmunk interacting with the glass door from the kitchen to the outside. I startled the crap out of him, though, so he might not come back soon.
There was a cameo appearance by Onan’s Cousin running down the driveway when I happened to glance out the window. Lastly there was a tiny snik on the patio, probably of the garter variety, that Ollie ran right over without noticing when he went out for a frollick. I moved said snik to a safer spot, gently guiding him with a stick. (I guess it became a snik stick.)
Oh. And wild turkeys in the driveway when I came home from town. But they’re as ubiquitous as deer, so I barely notice them.
I’ve got a notion about how to fix the pond with T-minus gravel, a large rubber mat and some boulders. I’ll run this harebrained scheme past a few knowledgeable folks first. It might not be a permanent fix, but it could buy me some time to come up with a better solution. Gotta do something before the summer is over.
Hope everyone has a pleasant evening!
I napped. They had the water back on at the 5:30p.m., so I started laundry. I’m up, having a Negroni, and linguini with tomatoes, sardines, and olives. Watching F1 FP1.
Also, since we keep getting Pametto Bugs inside, and Raid barely stuns them, I got a Bug-A-Salt gun
: crosses fingers :
We did that in high school. Mine was a L’Eggs egg, with a handkerchief parachute.
That’s a serious project!
That’s a reason I’ve stayed at this place since 2009.
N.O.M.!
If he was a tank, you’d put kill rings on his barrelmuzzle
so you got stoned, and watched a bug orgy.
Did you at least yell “HEY, Y’ALL, WATCH THIS!”
No, it.was a lot of, “I got it. I got it. I got it.” > BANG < ,“I ain’t got it.”
There are lots of things I’ve never seen. Friends, Fast Times At Ridgemont High, Cheers…
Aw, naw.
I was.
WAS.
Today was … we’re just gonna say "Holy { “favorite swear word” } Batman!
Those Mumpers with delicate sensibility may wish to skip ahead. Fainting couch and clutchin’ pearls are available down the hall, second door on the left.
First off, S.M. was supposed to leave by 8 (upper mngmt is watching hours like a hawk, because, yanno, $) and she didn’t escape until after 9. That’s already a bad sign.
Also, SO many remakes, including one charcoal disc that I was like, “What are we remaking? What even WAS that?!”
We kept running out of every-damn-last-thing, which meant Shoe volunteered herself to constantly run’n’gofetch (eh, okay, quick vape in the walk-in helped ease the frustration) in between the UMPTEEN ZILLION POUNDS of friggin’ fried mushrooms, for which I have the timing down flat so I know what I have time to go do real-quick.
Seriously, people. What was with the fried mushrooms tonight.
I gave Bitchy Teen a ride home AND apologized to her (she got snippy with me, but I knew why, I just couldn’t do much about it at the moment, but I could tell I was getting on her absolute last nerve back then, so I wanted to smooth things over) but she vented for a sec, too - not about me, just about the friggin’ shift from hell - so I guess we’re cool.
Sat down to decompress with y’all for a bit, and left the door open for Idiot Fucking Cat Monks to go wander around.
Guess who shot into the house with a suspicious something in his mouth, then hid in the bathroom.
Yup.
Mouse.
I tossed Monks out of the bathroom & grabbed my rattie gloves and gave it my best attempt, but Mousie was absolutely determined to avoid being helped.
Even clambered up the toilet plunger handle to get away from me, the little stinker. (Heh.)
Eventually, it squeezed through a ridiculously small crack… and right into the waiting paws of a cat with lotsa extra toes & claws, who was waiting right on the other side of the door.
He carried it into the mudroom (which has the only door in this 
house that seals shut) so I slammed the door shut behind him, told Mousie this was between it and its maker now, since it had refused my help, and listened to quite the Thunderdome back there for a while.
TL:DR several entities had a rough night.
(Where’s that damn weed, Shoe has had enough of today.)
Given his track record over the last nine years, I kinda wish I would have put him in barn trials as a pup.
You might be surprised. Dachshunds were bred to go to ground hunting badgers, which are considerably more fierce than a mouse.
Yay Monkey! Serious question: I know you have rats, but have you ever raised mice? How does that work if a wild one get in? Would your sneks take care of it should Monkey miss the mark?
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. It’s my Firday. It’s also 68 degrees Ferret Height(20 Centipedes)
I mean, your shift was no cakewalk, but it still beats being sent to Rodent Jesus by a mini panther.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 65 Amurrkin out and sunny with a predicted high of 88 and cloudy. TWPTB say the clouds will show up around eight a.m. The big item on today’s agenda will be prep work for foodstuffs to be taken for first Sunday brunch tomorrow. The death chikin and cabbage casserole will get prepped (they’ll get baked tomorrow mornin’) and I shall make a chawklit cake with chawklit pee-kahn icin’ today. Sounds like a lot of work, but in reality, it’ll be less than two hours altogether. Gotta occupy my time somehow. No quality cee-mint pond time today, so RDOS sloth shall also ensue. Any need to feed today will be via forage as we have plenty of sammich makin’s, chips, and so forth.
Herald hope your back feels better today. Those baked beans sound like they could be what I call party baked beans, which involves apple pie fillin’ and bulk snausage. I got that recipe from a grocery store circular some thirtyish years ago and thought it would be either really good or really bad. Turns out it’s really good and a crowd pleaser.
shoe sounds like quite the night. Go Monkey the mighty mouse hunter! I gather folks really like the fried mushrooms. IMO, they’re OK, but I’d rather have stuffed mushrooms.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Boat day today - I need to pack lunch and other stuff. More later - must get busy now.
Happy Saturday!