Mumpy Mornin’ all!
Now a few minutes post-dawn I’ve been balconatin’ and caffinatin’ for over an hour. Day began cloudy and a few minutes ago a rain shower came over and is now waning, but everything is wet and getting wetter. The overhang on the balcony is big enough I stay dry in all but the windiest rainfalls. Which this one isn’t. Yaay! NWS says it’s 81/27 on the way to 87/30 and mostly rainy & thunderboomy all day. Haven’t heard any yet, but the day is yet young.
No significant plans for the day, beyond mini-groc and perhaps a trip to Kohl’s. When we moved in we bought new bathroom soap dispensers, one for each of the two bathrooms’ two sinks. One of the pumps has failed, making splurty noises but not delivering soap. And yes, I’ve soaked it and poked it and … aaaand it’s broke. Oh the horror! Pure domestic disaster I tells ya’.
To my surprise, the website shows they still carry that model a full year later. Wow. Anyhow, I want to get another one while they’re still available. They have a $50 minimum on free shipping, so an in-person visit is worth it for us lazy-bones retirees with nothing better to do all day. Might, just might, find something else there I want. But probably not.
As to stationery, etc., it’s been decades since I last wrote a letter with a pen. My penmanship was embarrassing even when I was current like still back in school. Once PCs arrived in ~1986, I’ve typed everything since. And like others, even Christmas cards and the annual inventory letter have gone by the wayside. I communicate in dribs and drabs via email and txt to my IRL friends and by continuous blathery spew to my imaginary friends here at SDMB. And that’s enough for me.
Some responses from last weeks thread:
For all of us, there is this recent thread that made me feel better about myself:
Damn near every state worthy of the term has two schools named “University of [Whichever]” and “[Whichever] State University”. Who are required by the US constitution to have a bitter rivalry. The other source of bitter rivalries are big cities having both a state-level public university for the proles and a snooty private university for the landed gentry.
Thank you. And the same back to you. {{Hugs}}
I have the same reaction. A wistful sadness for me, mixed with a hearty congratulations to them. All the more so if they seem to still genuinely like each other, not just tolerate each other’s presence out of resigned habit and lack of practical alternative. The latter seems so … unfulfilling.
I would not have married someone that low-rent. I despise re-purposed containers of all kinds and have never used them myself even in my bachelor youth.
FTR, we have a whole collection (of course) of Pyrex glass containers with color-coordinated matching (of course) lids. In every size and shape (of course) they make. The round ones come in sizes from ~1c to ~2qt. The rectangular baking dish shapes also come from small to ginormous. Somehow she just never chooses the size or shape I would have.
Any restaurant leftovers must be repackaged from the to-go-containers into these immediately upon getting home. No pausing to take off jackets or pee or anything. Also if we leave a restaurant with leftovers, we must not stop, not even for gasoline, on the way home. They must be refrigerated as close to instantly as possible. Leftovers from stuff cooked at home is likewise packaged and refrigerated immediately as the stove or oven is turned off. She has a somewhat sensitive stomach, but this seems overkill to rather food safety casual me.
Yaay for candlemaking!!!
I’m like you. Years ago in USAF I dated a young woman who could destroy her tiny apartment kitchen from top to bottom and stem to stern in the course of making a PB&J sandwich. It was a glorious mystery to behold. We were never destined to be a long term gig, but that was one of many, many deal-breakers.
Her Ladyship is also like you, in that she cooks very cleanly. The difference between she and I is that I can make a complete and decently complicated meal using very few tools and utensils. She can make the exact same meal using easily 4x the tools and utensils to achieve the identical result. Tis a cute mystery to behold. At least we do not subscribe to the “I cook you clean” model. We each do both or neither.
Doggio as always you’re by far the wittiest come-back guy on the MMP team. I admire that a lot. Doubly so for all the Shakespeare quotes. I had a crack ready for “CDO”, but you blew my idea out of the water. I’ve certainly heard and used “Barley pop” as a euphemism for beer. But “barley gazpacho” is new to me. Thank you, that’s a keeper.