I’m alive, but will not be able to post much for a bit.
Will hafta come back for all the possum jokes.
Don’t pick up possum Petey by the tail, or anything.
We found a broom will encourage if a door is near.
But he’s a cutie. Kinda mad tho’
I see you’ve managed after all. Do you have Cheerios? You might have a new friend.
Take care.
Oh shoot, forgot to mention.
Today I am exactly, to the day, the same age my grandfather was when he watched the moon landing. I was with him, along with my grandmother and two sisters. I felt he was old, but I don’t feel old.
The temp has dropped and it’s raining. I turned the heat on. Air conditioning yesterday, heat today. Welcome to no. Illinois.
My iPhone completely died while I was T Mobile getting a new one. Still no service, and the battery dropped from 100% this morning to 19%. Oh well, a new phone every 5 years is okay. I now have an iPhone SE.
This is concerning. I hope all is well.
Silly thing!
I’ve never seen a possum in the wild but I understand they are good to have around for their bug eating ways.
I was also wondering about this, I’d have had to locked the dastardly duo up before dealing with the uninvited guest.
QFT.
Dang it. I was hoping that was behind you.
I would never think that someone who’s afraid of any sort of eye surgery is a drama queen. I’d be holding her hand because that’s some scary shit. I hope it works out well for her.
The desert sunsets are beautiful, Monsoon sunsets even more so because the light itself is lightly rose colored.
It was good practice, LOL!
That stinks, it’s not really time off if you have to do any work at all.
Cracks up and shares with hubs 
Yeah, kinda figured.
And yeah, I could get the sun out of my face by moving across the porch, but where’s the fun in that?
We were also having connection problems on the back porch and in the barn so hubs bought a couple of repeaters. They work well enough that he can play Diablo 4 out there if he wants to. Not that he will ever do that, but he could.
Dang about Fucking Fred, thankfully our guy is more of an “Our Hero” sort of fellow.
They give me BIG slices of lemon in my bottled water, not those anemic little inch long slices you get in bars!
A while back, someone built a lovely big home on the side of a mountain and that everyone could see from the highway. A while later, the owners realized they didn’t like living in the sticks and put it up for sale. The open house announcement started “We know you’ve been wanting to see inside for a while, here’s your chance!” (It was very nice, but the stove was across the kitchen from the sink which I thought wasn’t a good choice.)
doggio who is that in your avatar?
That made me look at the Powerball…$1.4 Billion…may have to make a run up to the Tennessee border tomorrow after soccer.
yankers, Ali-bama does not do inspections, considering some of the cars I’ve seen on the road, I kinda wish they did.
Just browsed the rest, I’ll write more later tonight. Back from swimming and need to watch my must-see TB program in 2 minutes ESPN Pardon the Interruptiom
Take care all.
Yeah, I did this with my kitchen. Sooooooo sorry I did. But I am living with it. Can’t afford to have it redone and we are too old to DIY again. Tho if I hit Powerball, we’ll bulldoze the house and start over.
I finished one gnome and made 2 others. Are you impressed?
Having a small dog, I LOLed at this.
The house that I grew up in had a huge kitchen that had this issue. After Mom passed and Dad bought a new stove, he had a gas outlet installed to the middle of the kitchen within about three steps from the sink. It has improved the workflow for whoever is cooking.
Take care shoe. Before you shut down for a bit, please message me here or on FB.
The abode is cleaned, laundry done and groceries bought, although the pickins were so slim on bleach at Kroger, I skipped that item and will buy some down the street at DG tomorrow.
Just had supper and am now chilling.
Howdy Y’all! The things got done and then we went to the hog trough GC. Then it was home for nappage. We were in OYKW’s vehicle and he needed to gas up, so we stopped at the 
Wally Jr. gas place. I went in the sto’ and bought him a king sized KitKat and me a king sized Mounds. He said because I bought a Mounds (he detests coconut) I couldn’t have any of his KitKat even if I made sad puppy dawg eyes. Fair enough. He has snarfed down his KitKat. I still have my Mounds. I shall snarf it down in a bit however. Oh, and we day drank. Beeverages while sittin’ in the Gazebo out by the cee-mint pond cause it was so nice out.
Out here in the windswept plains I’m *listening to my Cornhuskers play tackle all at the fighting Illini.
*listening literally-can’t afford cable, not that I own a tv anyway, so broadcast radio it is, which my iPhone ever so obligingly bluetooths directly into my hearing aids, sorta like a $5000 pair of speakers. Teeny tiny wee little speakers nestled shyly behind my shell like ears. Then I pull up a box score display on my iPad to follow downs, yards, the play clock, score and who is in possession. Football fandom delivered by Apple iOS.
And Go 
Big Red just stopped the Illini cold, denied them a score at 4th and literally inches. Nice.
Napped fitfully. I dreamed some dude was trying to get me to open a a bunch of hydrants downtown, which seemed unwise, since we were the only two people there, and there was a fire truck or fire engine at each intersection. Plus I was walking like a 102 year old man. Having a Cuba Libré, and watching hockey.
Well, they forgot to sack him at the end of the probationary period, and he does just barely enough to avoid getting himself fired for cause. One of the minor inconvenience of a unionized job(at will employers suck worse, though). And your first 30 days, you’re in a probationary phase, and you wear a blue vest with reflective stripes to indicate you know nothing, are not to be trusted, and can be sent home early if there’s no volume. Hence the UPS slang of “Blueberries”
Yeah Spot would have wanted to play with the “screaming squirrel”.
That was Gordie drinking a Guinness on St. Patrick’s Day( he once ignored chicken to steal a half empty bottle of it). 
I like hissy possums. They’re like dull-eyed old Siamese. Little ones can be removed from the house by chivvying them along with a set of cardboard baffles. Cheerios would likely help. Brooms are for bats.
I loved a possum once.
He was so slow we used the broom to scoot him around not to whack him.
And Cheerios were his favorite food. He’d follow a trail of them into a blazing fire.
ETA:my Siamese cats are not like Clarence the possum, at all. They’re mean. 
Opossums are cute.
My BFF’s kitchen has both the stove AND fridge across the room from her sink. It is a lovely room, but horrible to work in. I’ve never been able to figure out if she doesn’t like cooking because cooking is kinda tedious if you don’t like it or if she just hates running across a big room with a pot of boiling water. I know I wouldn’t be as fond of cooking if I had to work in that sort of set up.
He must be insane, how could anyone resist those sad puppy dawg eyes? And doesn’t he know what a prize you are…you coulda bought him a Mounds too!
And if it wasn’t screaming before our furry miscreants got ahold of it, it would be soon. Spot fended for himself for a while as did VBC so both would be more willing to do battle for home and hearth than my furry idiot who has never gone hungry for half an hour in his life.
The community fair is happening in a couple of weeks and this year they are doing a cookie contest. Nobody was showing any interest so I asked a few leading questions on Nextdoor. Despite that, nobody else indicate that they would enter, so I did. I can’t pipe anymore, it hurts my wrists so much I can’t stitch, but I’ve got a great chocolate cookie recipe that should work. Maybe I can drizzle white frosting over them and call them mummies…
Oh, look what I found!
First prize is 25 bucks, of course I’m going to pay more for ingredients than the value of the prize, but bragging rights are so very important in a small town!
I’m thinking this one… https://lilluna.com/melted-witch-bark/
You could use the eyes.
Well, that was stupid. My day that is. AT&T did show up and solve all my internet problems. A bit later than originally advertised, but still plenty convenient. The tech quickly established that I had misdiagnosed the problem a year ago, plugged this into that, a miracle duly occurred, and we had the success I’d wanted all along. D’oh!! 
He helpfully helped me put the big TV credenza plus big TV back in place. I may be stupid, but at least I got to spend a hundred bucks having him prove it to me. He was in fact a nice guy about it. I’m sure his job has a lot of that.
Her Ladyship had a very busy afternoon at the Library and it was raining when we got hungry so dinner was here, late, and simple: PB&J sandwich plus some applesauce for her, and a ham & swiss sandwich and a mandarin for me. Now enjoying some TJ’s dark chocolate almonds and a single malt while Her Ladyship watches multiple episodes of Steven King’s The Outsider and I glance up occasionally. Too weird for me to remain interested.
Bedtime in a bit; tomorrow first thing I shall try my (I hope) glorious new 5-bars Wi-Fi signal on the balcony.
As to y’all:
Shoe hope you’re OK enough. Obviously you’re not actually OK. Please check in every few hours so we know you’re alive.
Opossums were common where I grew up in SoCal, but nowhere since. Always a treat when they wandered up. The usual unexpected wildlife when I lived in Panama was coatimundis. Great fun, especially in groups. Around here now it’s iguanas which are common enough that they’re only interesting when they show up someplace unexpected.
Yeah. I met my GP when I was 6 and he was 3 years younger than I am now. He was old; I’m not. And he even had a fairly genteel life by the standards of his era, no farming or factory job to tear up his body.
Being your grandparents’ age is a scary idea to behold. In another 2+ years I’ll have outlived my father. Another scary milestone.
Yeah. For me the most annoying part of the shoulder seasons in the Midwest was the days with running the AC in the afternoons and the heat at night on the same day. Holy wasteful expense Batman! Make up yer damned mind, will ya? Stoopit weather!
Hooray for new phones! Always fun.
Never having had a dog I LOLed too. Great writing there Yanker.
And hooray for Friday productivity there red. Promises an effort-free weekend I hope.
Whether the goo in a Mounds actually qualifies as coconut is highly debatable. But one thing is for sure: people either love that goo or despise it. You and I love it. OYKW and Her Ladyship despise it. More for us good guys! Sux to be them! 
The flavor of Peter & Paul brand “chocolate”-like brown substance is another unique taste sensation. I love it for a change of pace, but wouldn’t have it as my go-to brown candy. Definitely something you had to experience as a kid to appreciate today.
Hooray for cee-mint pond time with beerverages in the now less-than blazing heat.
Leading 17-7 at the half. Yaay \color{red}{\text {N}}!
When I hook my hearing aids to my phone, only one connects. Which is vexing. So I use earbuds. Much better sound at greater volume. But use whatcha got.
It’s hard to drink, watch hockey, and walk all at the same time. Especially if you’re that old. Good on ya!
Oh yeah, I’m familiar with the downside of unionized workers. Been one myself for 35 years in an industry where nearly every worker in every specialty is union. Plenty of room for professional slackers or full-time malcontents. And not a damned thing management can do about it unless the worker really screws up and crosses a big red line.
At least in the piloting biz, probation lasts a whole year. FAs and ground staff it’s typically 6 months. 30 days isn’t nearly enough time. Anybody can keep up the façade of being a decent employee or decent human being for 30 days. Well, … nearly anybody can.
Cocolate mummie cookies with eyes are sure to be a winner. And if nobody else enters you’ll not only win first prize but second and third too. Might add up to, I dunno, thirty whole dollars!
My late first wife entered her knitting in the rural county fair outside St. Louis one year. Got a blue ribbon in one category over about a dozen competitors. Most of whom were even out of high school. She was so proud. The prize was $1. And not even a new bill. We kept that raggedy Washington on her desk with the ribbon for years. Just because we could.
G’night all.
And Shoe whatever’s ailing you we’re all here for you. {{Hugs}}.
Those are super cute, thank you so much!!!
WOOT!!! I can start saving for my 'round the world cruise with my winnings!
I’ve entered my knitting in several county fairs, never got money but did get a mess of blue ribbons. Until the day that I saw someone using a straight pin to hold my ribbon to my gold work piece. Never again, from then on all of my knitting was entered in proper needlework guild exhibits where people knew how to respect the work.
I’da kept the dollar too, might have even had it framed!