Dude! That is just a low kick in the nutz from the universe. How rude!
Hurray for finding the kitchen. I hope she’s used the box, holding it is not great for cats or humans.
I woke up thinking I should go to the sto and buy a pack of cigarettes. The last time I craved one was 2016. Coincidence? You tell me.
Download Township and let me know when you are able to join a co-op. There are no monsters and no fighting involved, just a bucolic waste of time growing crops and feeding livestock and sharing with friends.
I got my ballot in the drop box this afternoon before I went to work. It was a bit of a let down compared to my normal election day routine back in Maine, which consisted of getting incredibly baked and then going on down to the polling place to vote. One of my favorite days of the year. This time around I filled out the ballot on my coffee table (Democrat right down the line; most difficult to pronounce name when no party affiliation is indicated) and then dropped in a box next to a Starbucks. I mean, I was still incredibly baked but it just wasn’t the same.
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 10c/50f with a predicted high of 13c/55f and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “Sure, it could be fucking warmer outside, but you could also be fucking bathing with more sharks. Count your fucking blessings.”
I am happy for you that you found someone who listened and took notice, and that you’re happy with what he said about it all.
Woke up, looked at your election news and immediately had a very big sad. That’s all for now.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis < snerk > 69! Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 78 and rain. TWPTB are sayin’ flood watch even. We shall see. The big item on today’s agenda is to procure provisions. I shall attend the Wednesday doin’s over at the church house. I shall sup there. OYKW says he’s gettin’ him a bbq sammich and fries from Sonny’s. Good for him.
Not happy with the election, but I will survive.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, bother of bothers, I suppose I must purtify and don attire acceptable for bein’ amongst the great unwashed. Oh woe!
Well, he’s back. And that is all I’m going to say about it in the MMP.
Some rain expected this morning and then dry and a high temperature around 80F. Nothing much on the agenda, do need to clean up the kitchen either today or tomorrow, we’ll see if I have any ambition or not.
A dense fog shrouds Minneapolis this morning as if to hide itself from a world about to go mad. The unthinkable has happened: a corrupt madman has ascended to power and will do his best to wreak havoc on our lives.
The only bright spot this morning for me is that the cat is more interested in her food. But if she doesn’t find her box, she’s going back to the humane center.
The ramp crew is here and my snacks are waiting for them.* I was hanging out in the kitchen to see if they needed anything, but I’m just feeling kind of blah and possibly hungry so I came in the living room to sit in a comfy chair and eat a CDT. I figure they can just holler for me if they need something.
*YES, I did clean the table off from Annie sitting on it before I put the food on it!
Aide has been and gone. MIL was sound asleep when Jessica got here and sound asleep within minutes of her leaving. That’s after sleeping about 14 hours last night…
I got all motivated and decided to empty and rearrange a cabinet that is a pain in the patoot to access. The part by the door is fine, but it’s in the corner, so the right side extends the depth of the adjacent cabinet and I have to practically crawl into it to get what’s back there. Not any more.
I found my old George Foreman grill - no clue when I last used it, so Thrift Store. There’s also a little brownie baker - it makes 6 mini loaves. I think I used it twice. Thirft store. Also a 4-cup coffee maker that we bought for when the inlaws would visit. Thrift store. And a hand held blender wand. Thrift store.
There was a steamer pot in the back corner - dunno where it came from , but Daughter wants it. I have another one that I use. And in the other corner cabinet, I found an electric wok that I use maybe twice - Daughter wants that, too.
Now the stuff I use is within reach in the stoopit deep corner cabinet, and the deep recesses are empty. Not sure if I’ll put anything in there. The other corner cabinet is tidier with the wok gone. So go me!!
FCD has met with our money guy to discuss possible ways to manage BIL’s inheritance since giving him a big pile of money is a Bad Idea. When he gets home I’ll find out what Dave recommended. And I pulled out a bag of frozen veggie-beef soup to thaw for supper. I think I’ve earned a break.
But what I need is a nap. I swear I heard voices in the house last night, but I suspect my brain translated the usual house noises overlaid with outside noises (we had the windows open) into muffled conversations. It wasn’t MIL - I know her sleep-talking well. Anyway, I got about 3 hours of sleep. Hope I don’t have to do any serious thinking today. I don’t think I can manage it.
As will I, but it makes me sick to my stomach that my 1- and 3-year-old grandnieces are now almost certain to grow up without certain rights over their own bodies.
Today I will distract myself with further preparations for the family visit. Hopefully everyone will still be up for a good time. I’ll be looking into some new restaurants on the strip and maybe make some reservations.
Yesterday I washed all the windows, and now I’m looking at huge streaks in the direct sunlight that I didn’t see yesterday afternoon. Maybe I’ll go out and re-do the big living room window. Maybe not.
“The lamps are going out all over Europe, we shall not see them lit again in our life-time.” - Sir Edward Grey, British Foreign Secretary. August 3rd, 1914
Heaving on the 300 was chaotic, since there’s less payroll in the building, but that part of the center didn’t lose any routes to Garner. Plus Blueberries. I got gas on the way home.
The ramp is complete! And all the goodies are still here, lol. I think I’m going to run them over to some friends of mine. Or maybe I’ll just leave them in the fridge and relax.
Daughter is coming over this evening to talk about the election - she’s stressed. I don’t blame her. Dammit.
Meanwhile, it turns out MIL is more controlling than I ever thought. FCD was talking to her about the CD they’re about to roll over - it’s what she’ll be leaving to her heirs, barring some emergency cropping up. For some reason, she seems to think she can tell her late son’s widow what to do with her share of the inheritance. The woman is 75 years old - I’m thinking she’s capable of handling her finances. EEEEEESH!
I guess that’s up there with her telling me I need to move my washer and dryer upstairs because the stairs will be too hard on me. She’s been telling me that for 20 years - she can’t handle stairs so obviously I can’t.
OK, that’s out of my system. Time to chill till the thundering hoard shows up for supper.
Devastated and enraged. This is not the country my parents sacrificed for and taught me to believe in, but more than that, I’m sickened by…oops, better stop, Nellie. Though most of the people here are of a like mind, others don’t believe in democracy the way you do and won’t be affected by this personally, as you and your kids will be. Politics are supposed to be kept out of the MMP and for good reason. Too bad that in reality, politics now leach into everything. Politics are not just politics any longer.
Thank you for that quotation, doggio. It’s apt, and I’ll be using it, myself.
Maybe I’ll report back in when I’m not so wracked with grief and fury at this devastation. It may take awhile.
When I left work at 12:45 a.m. I was already kinda resigned to it, based on the results thus far at that time. So when I woke up today, I felt not so much devastated as … beige.
I like colorful things, so I hope ^^ makes sense.
Unhappy, but too weary for rage. Fear, sure, but that’s mostly because the future is so unknown, but dark forces are … sorry, I’ll shut up.
I need to put on adulting pants & run an errand, but I’ve only emerged from bed to potty & then immediately scooped up Monkey and curled back up under the covers.
It’s my father’s birthday today, but my parents and I haven’t been getting along (what a shock, I know) and he hasn’t responded to my “happy birthday!” text from hours ago.
On top of that, I didn’t send a card - mea culpa, I’ll own that misstep - and while I ordered & paid for a gift it apparently hasn’t arrived - and possibly hasn’t shipped - so basically, now I’m the asshole.
