Biscuits and gravy.
Oh. Duh. That does make sense.
Actually, she did ask me about playing in clay. So, yeah, there’s a possibility. And we’re going to bake a cake. And probably some cookies.
MIL napped again in her chair, and she just went back to get dressed, unless she decided to lie down “for just a minute.”
I pulled a chunk of chuck out of the freezer and it’s in a pan of broth, starting to cook for supper. In a couple of hours, I’ll add onion, celery, spuds, and carrots. Till then, more chillage.
Church was wonderful, as always. Our choir should be famous.
Am gonna fry two potato pancakes for lunch.
Its supposed to be 60 for a high tomorrow.
Whoever said it was 100, I trade with you.
FCM: glad to hear you’re getting some peace while MIL sleeps out most of her remaining days.
My late wife became like that a couple months before she died. More like a cat than a human: sleep was now her normal state whereas wakefulness was occasional and just for an hour or at most 2 at a time. Sad to watch, but it is an opportunity to get things done undisturbed. Whether they are practical things or fun things or just stress-relieving things like solo chair-with-book time.
You’ll also notice if you haven’t already that they sleep soundly enough that doing noisy things like rollsucking is not the intrusion on their rest you might expect it would be for a healthy person.
Ahh, I get it. Thank you.
I sometimes have my main meal between noon and two while planning a light snack for the evening. I find I’m doing this more and more as I settle into unmarried retirement. At least on the days I’m not socializing w somebody. But I still call the noon-ish meal “lunch” and the evening one “dinner” regardless of which is big or small.
I suspect that’s sorta like the traditional Southern (or at least rural) distinction between “dinner” and “supper”. Which are exact synonyms in my dialect for “evening meal regardless of size”.
Too many mushrooms and too many carrots is just barely enough. As long as there’s a matching quantity of too many onions. 
:neener: :neener: 
Ouch. The only thing worse than landscape maintenance noise is landscape maintenance noise during your sleep hours. I’m sorry they’re vexing you.
I struggled with similar for ~2-5 days per month most of my working years. Ugh.
We had a different noise problem for awhile. At the St. Louis lake house I lived on a cul-de-sac. Ginormous 1/3rd - 1/2 acre lots with plenty of fast-growing grass. Nobody mowed their own; everybody had a service. But each had a different service. So 4 mornings a week one of my immediate neighbors had one or two ride-on mowers careening around their property for an hour starting bright and early. Followed by leaf blowers for another hour. My own service made neighborhood-filling noise on a fifth day. Holy mow-ly Batman; that’s too much noise!
I tried to organize a neighborhood coalition where we’d all agree to get it done on one day and so have six days of blessed morning silence per week instead of just two. We all got along well, but it was too hard to get the services to converge on a single date they could stick to. Sigh.
Don’t feel bad Shoe; I was baffled too. I got stuck on “bagels and ???” with no idea what ??? could be. “Gefilte fish” popped to mind, but I’d never heard of anyone eating bagels and gefilte fish. Although I’m goy so that might in fact be something common.
But biscuits and gravy is 
obvious once Cookie enlightened us both.
Yaay for MIL nap and for chillage!
And double yaays for Roxy-made baking. Fun and useful.
As to me:
My pal met me at the club, had a quick snack, then we wandered to the gate, boarded easily and on time, pushed back a few minutes early, and had quick taxi. So will be early to Panamá. Yaay and praise be to the travel gods. So far.
My pal got home from a 3-day trip at 2am this morning, so he’s pretty fried right now. He’s probably sleeping as I’m typing. We’re now past Cuba and out over the middle of the southern Gulf of Mexico someplace. Probably offshore southern Mexico aways south of Cancun.
We’re planning on tonight here: Dreams Playa Bonita Panama - Hyatt. It’s a beachfront Hyatt all-inclusive. He’s got super status with Hyatt so we both get nice rooms, VIP club access, etc., for relatively little cost. Neither of us are big fans of all-inclusives, but they are very simple low-stress ways to stay. So that’ll make the remainder of today be a day of rest, relaxation, good meals on-campus, and planning for our three full days here. We’ll probably move to a different hotel for those subsequent 3 nights as the Hyatt is a bit out in the far exburbs bordering on rural and we, or at least I, was expecting a rather more urban-focused trip.
We both under-planned this trip and will be ad libbing even more than usual. Should be fun even if not especially time-efficient.
Ginormous 1/3-1/2 acre lots? Ginormous? My 3 acres must qualify as a veritable estate!
Oh, I’m sorry, was that snarky? 
I took MIL on a walk down the driveway and back - maybe 200 feet all told. She came back in for another nap. And she’s losing weight again. After hitting 101, she’s down to 98 again. Not a good sign, for all that she insists she eats a lot. I doubt it’s even 1000 calories a day.
Time to toss some veggies in with the meat…
Protein powder?
I make pot roast the way dad made it… Except that he put in green bell peppers and onions in addition to the (Russet) potatoes, (canned) mushrooms, and carrots. I’m using red potatoes because they don’t fall apart and have slightly fewer carbs than Russets, and fresh mushrooms (whole) because they’re better than canned. I leave out the onions and bell peppers because they get too soft, and because they don’t really contribute much to the flavour.
Gravlax? I mean, I wouldn’t eat that stuff if I was starving, but it’s common in delis.
That would keep me from falling out of bed again!
Our new housekeeper is here, she’s a delightful young mother who has profound hearing issues that I assume she was born with because it has affected her speech so much. Happily, I’ve been living with a deaf person for years, I know how to accommodate her.
We have been finding things left in the back of drawers and cabinets. Mostly junk, but I’m sending her home with a pair of opera glasses. She had no idea what they were (because young people these days, LOL) and said she could use them at school plays. She said she probably wouldn’t buy elbow length gloves, though.
Hubs was up early this morning, he wanted to get the lawn mowed before he left because he knew I couldn’t do it. I used to get offended by his HeMan attitude and do whatever he thought my weak female hands couldn’t handle, but then I realized that I really didn’t want to do it anyhow. I know that I will end up riding around on the mower at some point in time, no reason to start before I need to.
Biscuits and gravy (you aren’t a true midwesterner yet 
)
Just. . .no.
Holy cow, we have a brand new kitchen now. That poor girl worked her butt off for almost five hours and the difference is amazing. I really didn’t know how bad it was, I should have taken before and after pics.
She also tried to undercharge us for the job, but I set her straight about my opinion about that. (She quoted a hundred bucks for four hours. She worked for five hours. I felt that she was owed 125 for her work and she tried to charge us 20 an hour instead. That girl needs to work on her math skills.)
But anyhow, it is lovely and she has promised to come back again in a few days to work on the bathrooms.
I am so happy to be able to start unpacking my kitchen stuff, it has been living in my car trunk since I arrived. Of course, I won’t be able to use it until the appliances are replaced, but that will happen soon. (I’m probably going to order a hot plate to use for the next month, appliance installation is as slow here as it was in AZ.)
I was wondering when the locals would start with the fireworks and today is the day. It reminds me of my son; he loved fireworks.
The rot poast is done, but Wifey Homemaker is painting. She tore apart the laundry room. She painted the walls, the cabinet, and two cupboard doors yesterday. Today she painted the cupboard, and is currently painting the cabinet doors. She says it’s looking much better back there, except for inside the cupboards and cabinet. I said we should clean them out. She said, ‘Yeah. That sounds like something you can do on your vacation!’ I’m taking Tuesday off. Happy Birthday to me.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated, had a sammich N.O.L., and achieved nappage and day drinkin’ at the cee-mint pond. Sketties, sallit, and cheesey garlic bread got et. The biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrw. Thus is life in swampland.
MOOOOOOM and shoe I could talk to my younger brother when he was asleep and he would answer back, but not remember it in the mornin’.
Pilot happy travels.
MetalMouse gotta beat the church crowd if’n you go out to eat on Sunday.
JtC I think your housekeeper should go to a skool play in a floor length evening gown, elbow length gloves and opera glasses. Her kids would not be embarrassed. Not at all!
OMG, 350 posts to catch up on! Is there a Cliff’s Notes I could use? I have read all but retained little, partly because I started trying to catch up 3 days ago.
I met the new neighbors, or at least the wife and kids. Both kids are younger than I thought. The boy is I think about 5 and the girl is maybe 2. They’re both just kind of solid and very heavy-footed even outside. I don’t hear the parents’ footsteps, just the kids’. And of course, there’s nothing to be done about that, so I’m trying to learn to block it out.
A woman in the complex wants to use me as a dogsitter for her 8-month-old puppy. I decided to charge $40/day, thinking that was on the high side, but she said that was more than reasonable. The money will come in handy, and if I didn’t charge, I’m afraid I’d be inundated.
Have been trying to help Ms. Dog’s person. She asked me twice last week if I wanted to go for an evening hike with them, but both times, I’d just walked 9 miles and was wiped. We went Friday to a lovely woods I can’t get to without a car. She needed to talk. She had an horrific childhood–I mean awful–and her family is pretty twisted, so she gets depressed and anxious. A friend overseas got worried and told her she needed someone local to support her. She’s been in therapy, but that’s not an option right now. Yet again I’m grateful that I had such wonderful parents.
cookie, seanette, I’m glad you survived uncreamed.
The his reminds me of when I was teaching social studies and started class with a lightning review of world Leaders.
Me: France!
Class: Chirac!
Me: China!
Kids: Hu!
Me: Russia!
Kid: Wait! Who’s the leader of China?
Class: Hu!
Kid: That’s what I’m trying to find out! Who?
Me: The leader of China is Hu!"
Class, slowly and emphatically: Yes! It’s Hu, Jason!
Kid, turning red: That’s not very nice! I’m just asking!
Me: Goes to the whiteboard, writes “Hu.”
Kid: Oooohhhh!
flyboy, the catio looks fantastic, and I’m impressed with your work. From looking at it, you’d never guess you were a first-timer. If I’d made it, it would look like a brontosaurus sat on it. Check that. It’d look like a brontosaurus built it and THEN sat on it. Your catio looks so inviting!
Ditto. When I lived in one town and taught 26 miles away, I also had to factor in s-l-o-w drivers because it was a two-lane highway, mostly no passing. During sugar beet harvest, I allowed even more time because farmers inevitably asked Great-Great Grampa Simpson to haul a few loads. I got frustrated but was glad I was stuck behind a slow truck the day I saw a newborn colt struggle to its feet.
Oh, that’s too bad. My kids grew up in places without fireflies, and my daughter was VERY excited to see them in Chicago. Also, glad you and GG survived the move and that you’re so happy in your new home!
It’s the Maison Derriere!
Not addressed to me, but accomplished floozies fall out of bed all the time. They just make sure to land on their partners. 
See the evil tree that’s grown
from evil seeds that you have sown,
and now I’m bad.
Don’t want to put on pants no more,
I streak right through the grocery store,
mostly unclad.
Sure, people glare daggers
'cause I’m just so free,
Except for the baggers
who like to moon me.
I’ll try to be more present next MMP.
Not-very-nice rant to follow.
You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to a week of not hearing “Alexa, what time is it?” Why is a woman who has no place to go so obsessed with the time? I swear, she’ll ask, then ask again 5 minutes later. I just don’t get it.
I’m not very nice today.
swampy, precisely, if I went an hour later I would almost certainly be on a wait list for at least 30-40 minutes, so eating early works best. On most days I only have two meals, an early one (between 10am-noon) and the late one (5-7pm). In between there is Diet Pepsi and a couple of snacks, depending on my calorie count. Sunday and Mondays are my ‘eat out and damn the calories’ days.
nellie, happy dog-sitting. If this goes well and word of mouth spreads, you might find yourself inundated anyway. And good on you for being a true friend to Ms. Dog’s person. A lot of people have nightmares from their life they never disclose (outside of their behavior) and I’m glad she sought therapy. And hopefully the kids will grow out of the heavy-foot syndrome.
FCM, a 90+ year old woman in the last gasps of her life had suddenly moved in with you and upset the whole dynamic you and FCD had for all these years. Damn, woman, it’s amazing you’ve held together this well. Vent whenver you need too.
Pilot, enjoy Panama. Depending on when I eat it and what I eat, early meal is breakfast or lunch, and the evening is dinner. Think it depends on where you were born/raised.
Cookie, my first thought was Bacon and Grits, being here in N. Ali-bama, but Biscuits and Gravy makes good sense. Not a tuna eater, glad you enjoyed it.
Coppertone, a 100F can sound nice, but believe me, it can be miserable.
JtC, sounds like you’ve already made a friend down there in West Virginny. And just to catch up, Hubs is in W VA. with you but is heading back to AZ to sell the house, right?
Gym pedaling has been done (man, I must sweat a pound of fluid into my tee shirt for those 90+ minutes of pedaling) and going to fix a couple of sammiches here for dinner in a bit. Will call my brother in around a half-hour to check in with him, then start planning the short week (Mon-Wed) before heading off to Knoxville for the soccer tournament. Catch all y’all on the next MMP.