I miss Clarence. He was a fun one.
Yes he was. I miss him sorely.
We die hard Husker fans thank you and Wow! that big red N is cool and looks just like the logo N the University recently adopted. Your mad computer skilz never cease to amaze and delight.
20-7 with 11 minutes left in the 4th quarter~life is good in the vast prairie grasslands.
Outliving my grandmother would be an achievement. She passed less than a month before her 108th birthday. I was proud she voted for President that year, by mail in ballot. One of her great granddaughters helped her fill it out. She was born one year to the day after the Wright Brother’s flight at Kitty Hawk.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. It’s likely to be Slacker Saturday.
I wouldn’t want to live that long:
Considering he goes full Ray Charles when you hold a piece of chicken 6 inches in front of his face, I think he may have been feral for 30, 45 minutes, tops.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 67 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 80 and mostly N.O.S. Mowage shall be accomplished today. Mowage must be accomplished today. We are in danger of bein’ the worst lookin’ yahd in da hood! 
I’m OK with second worst, however. Beyond that there shall be sloth, general overall uselessness, nappage, day drinkin’, and kolledge tackleball. It’s Dawgs vs Kaintuckee today. OYKW told me I would get my mouth washed out with soap if I behave like I did last week. Any need to feed will be via forage unless we decide we really NEED pizza.
Boo hooray for your Cornhuskers! Both the Dawgs and Kaintuckee are undefeated, so should be a good game.
JtC eyeballs on cookies are always a winner. Also, OYKW and I use sad puppy dawg eyes on each other a lot. The line is, “pretty please with sad puppy dawg eyes.” It usually works.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Bladder woke me at 4. Attempts at falling back to sleep failed, and I got up at 6 to tend the critters and feed my face. Today we’re doing a chore list at the school with some parent volunteers.
Neighbor took 2 truckloads of wood yesterday and he’s coming back for the rest today. YAY!
That pretty much sums it all up.
Happy Saturday!
Morning all. Set the alarm for 6:30am so of course got up at 5:30am. Soccer coaching today, but no refereeing, some games got cancelled due to Fall Break, so nothing available after my coaching. Probably head up to the border for some lottery tickets this afternoon then consider slothing for the rest of it. It’s 50F outside, so need to break out some warmer clothes for the 8am soccer game. Only due to reach 68F today, so fall may be arriving–finally.
Actually took a nap yesterday (well, over 90 minutes, so could almost be considered sleepage), first time in several weeks that has happened. No possum stories to report, however.
Not a Mounds fancier, swampy, but I can envy OYKW’s possession of a Giant-sized Kit-Kat.
Pilot, baker, had one grandfather live to 92 and my Dad was 90 when he passed, so my goal is 90 or bust…we’ll see, only 19 years to go…
Pilot, glad you got the internets working; the tech was probably impressed you didn’t yell at him (I imagine he has stories) so was glad to help.
Nice stories on entering County Fairs, Pilot and JtC; good luck on the cookies, Jane.
Yanker, small dogs all think they are Rottweilers, until they remember thier real size…
My sink is directly across from the stove, 1-2 steps and that works for me…don’t cook much, though…
OK, need to break fast and start gathering up my soccer stuff. Take care all.
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 20c/69f with a predicted high of 22c/71f and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “This is a pretty fucking nice day, if you’re emo.” It looks ok out there, which is good since I have to go out soon.
The travel gods were not smiling on me yesterday on the way home. Got to the campus station and the train was showing as on time. Went down onto the platform and it suddenly changed to being 6 minutes late. That meant I would miss my connecting train in the Big City Station, and the next train I could have been on was already cancelled (one of the rail unions has an overtime ban), and the one after is the train that takes the looooooong route back.
Finally made it back to my local station, walked up the road for a bus (which didn’t show up) and caught one going on a different route that drops me a bit further away from home so got some extra walking in. By the time I was back in the house, I barely had time for a cuppa and the round of feline bums and tums before dinner was shoved under my nose, and we had to head out for the evening’s musical shenanigans.
Last night was an album launch party for a band called Molly Karloff, they were really good and for once the venue was pretty packed. I’ve been to the same place several times where well-known acts have played to a handful of people on a Friday night. Anyway, watched all three bands that were playing, stayed for a drink with a couple of friends afterwards, then wandered to a pub that we know and like, had a drink there, and went home. In bed by 3am 
Today’s plans are to head into town for lunch at the Good Chinese Place, do errands, quick stop at the Gettin’ Sto’, then over to my friends’ house to feed and fuss the ferret while they’re on holiday, then back home. Making chilli for dinner tonight, then an evening at home with films and cocktails. Yay for Caturday!
Count me as another Mounds lover. That is, until I discovered the wonder that is the Ocho brand coconut chocolate bar. The coconut inside is superior to Mounds, and the outside is real, high-quality dark chocolate. You don’t see them everywhere, and they’re pricey compared to a Mounds. But they’re oh, so much better.
I’ve outlived both my grandfather and father, who died in their 50s. Now I’m approaching the dreaded end of the 7th decade, when my mother (79), brother (78) and sister (76) all died. Actually, I’ve tied my sister at this point.
Never made it to Costco yesterday. I took the wrong exit, unfortunately. It’s the same wrong exit that I’ve taken once before and there is no easy way to recover from the error. So we ended up heading back the opposite direction on the freeway and said “Ah, fuck it.” No harm done.
A chilly 41F this morning. They haven’t changed over to heating in the building yet, so I’ve got the portable heater running to take the chill off. Q’itih is snuggled up next to me for body heat. She seems to be off her feed the last couple of days, which always makes me nervous. Cats: you never know with them.
No agenda today. The youngest might come over with his brood tomorrow, but he’s a bit of a flake when it comes to scheduling things. The wife will be going to a play tomorrow with another woman who lives here. I just can’t sit for that long yet without discomfort in the leg, and negotiating steps is no fun either. Speaking of whom, I hear her stirring in the bedroom, so will have to get breakfast underway.
Brrrrrr!
It was 47F when I walked Nelson this morning. I think autumn is here, although I wouldn’t bet against summer popping up again for a few days again.
On the agenda today is picking up a prescription and getting the car washed. Other than that, I’ll mess around in the studio and take Nelson to the dog park.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
I went back all the way up for this one, to thank you for the hearty laugh.
You have NOT. (Eaten that, I mean.)
If you feel like it, do you mind explaining what that means?
Yes, yes, I re-pantsed. Even put on shoes. Y’all, I got fully dressed for this operation, and I hope Mr(s?) Possum appreciated the effort.
You do have a way with words.
I pictured that stereotypical crook standing on a corner whispering, “Hey, wanna buy a Rolex?” except instead of fake watches, he’s selling Communion crackers.
Nah, I was a combo of tired & busy, that’s all.
Shoved into the bathroom (about the only room in this house where the door latches properly) where he was howling away at the indignity.
Ah, my sleep/eat cycle (which is still hot trash even under better circumstances) was completely shot by Thursday’s drama-stavaganza. Between the stress of the water bill fiasco, the emotional overload of getting that certificate (I bawled the whole way home) plus the unexpected wildlife visitor … it was all just too much.
On top of all that, Gentleman Caller was supposed to come over last night - in fact, we’d planned for him getting here before I even got outta work.
I’d been looking forward to it all day, but last night was a pisser (we were absolutely slammed, and a couple of the crew were just, I dunno, not at their best) so by the time I got out at nearly midnight, I kept thinking, “Damn, I just wanna chill and go to sleep,” and felt bad about how relieved I was that he wasn’t there when I got home.
Called - woke his ass up - he was genuinely contrite & vexed, but I told him honestly, I just wasn’t feelin’ it anyway.
But when I posted that I’d be offline for a bit, I thought I’d have had, uh, other activities to keep my occupied post-irk.
Well, I guess I did anyway - finishing (and actually eating) the meal I’d started during the Great Possunating, and sleeping.
Speaking of, tonight is Long Night, so imma finish off “dinner” and curl back up with Monkey, who apparently learned from Nikki that the only proper place for a cat to sleep is in the exact center of the bed where even the smallest of bodies can still cause maximum obstacles.
I have the window open and about twenty pounds worth of blankets and comforters on the bed, so this is the coziest nest evah for me. (That’s Murrican pounds, not English.) Ran the space heater last night with the window nearly shut, but now the breeze isn’t so chilly so that’s shut off. Pity - the hum makes a soothing white noise.
Alright, that leftover meat and mashed N.O.T. isn’t gonna eat itself.
Y’all take care, and I’ll catch you all in the wee hours.
Mowage is complete. We are no longer the worst lookin’ yahd in da ‘hood. Go Me! I have showered and had a celebratory beeverage whilst sittin’ on the back porch admirin my handiwork. What? It’s Sattidy so the whole day is happy hour. Plus I am a retired drain on society so everyday is a weekend/whole day happy hour. Soon I shall feed myself and then achieve nappage. Then, it will be Jawja tackleball time. GO DAWGS! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
shoe I have indeed eaten possum and sweet N.O.T. Once. That was enough for a lifetime. It was tasty, but I ain’t about to actually make it, and the likelihood of bein’ somewhere where it is on the bill of fare is probably unlikely. Glad there was no real problem beyone bein’ tahrd and overwhelmed by the events of the possum and certificate.
Thanks~if I remember I might just have to periodically check your tackleball box score on the internetz as it’s played, to share in your fun. If I was a betting woman, I’d bet on your Dawgs-they play for blood. And I give you permission to swear as much as you want. Tell OYKW that I’m older than him so my word goes.
Good morning.
It’s 50F and clear outside, with an expected high of 82F and sunny skies.
Mowage must occur today or tomorrow because we have rain on Monday. I was going to mow yesterday, but the grass was very wet from the fog when I went outside and never properly dried out.
Plans for the day depend on whether I mow or not. If I am erranding, mowing will occur tomorrow and vice versa.
I did a bunch of nothing yesterday but did clean the kitchen and tidy my WFH office. I attended the Teams meeting for the budget crisis, and before the meeting, I took care of some minor administrative stuff and fixed an easy problem that the MPA couldn’t seem to handle on her own. 
After the meeting, I gave scrubbed the bird baths and gave our feathered friends some fresh water and cleaned off the pavers below the bird feeding station. I picked up some fallen branches from the giant fir tree behind my fence and raked some leaves. After that, I came in watched a little bad TV and fell asleep for a bit.
So, really just a meh and boring day.
shoe, I am glad everything is okay and hope you get some rest after your long shift.
It still feels weird not tending to Polar and I can’t bring myself to empty and clean his water bowl. The food bowls are clean, but I can’t move that water bowl, much less the elevated station the bowls rest in. I’ll get there, but probably not today.
Alrighty then, time for some tidying and then I must make decisions to as what I’m going to do.
I’m in the “love that goo” Mounds camp. I wouldn’t care for them nearly as much if the chocolate wasn’t that dark chocolate (as in Almond Joys). KitKat bars I’ll eat only if they are the only candy there-better than no candy bar but that’s about it.
A couple of dreams last night. In the first one, I was at a junkyard. I wanted the guy there to build me a musical car in the same style as Jay Leno’s ‘tank car’, only smaller. The ‘musical’ part came by having metal bits contact the road or anything on the road (crossing railroad tracks, for example) and make musical tones. I got up to urinate (I always have little dreams before I have to get up) and wondered if a car could be made with body panels like steel drums, that someone could play while the car is parked.
The other dream involved a rich guy who had a rowboat-sized boat that could be made bigger by actuating hydraulic pistons that extended the length and width.
So Big Mark was back, and Shaggy was sent off to be Somebody Else’s Problem. So the Smalls portion of the day was good…and then the wheels fell off. TVCTPMO, UPS Corporate Subsidiary, decided today was a good day to put in a new security program that restricts Internet access. Did I mention that half the apps we use are Web based? I have no access. Debbie has no access(and she’s a certified HazMat responder). Hazardous Ken only has access in HazMat. The one maintenance guy say he has access in his area. So only a few people can do these things now, and only on one specific terminal(none of which are near where the work was). So our Senior clerk will have a little extra work on Monday. If she has access on her terminal. It’s been one of those weeks where “cannibalistic hobo” is sounding like a better career choice.
Here also.
Pssst. Wanna buy a Messiah that ‘fell off the truck’?"
Well, sorry that the old loud screaming was a broom-ed marsupial.
Good morning and Happy Saturn Day, everyone! Yesterday I didn’t walk anywhere, and the swelling is about the same in the knee, so who knows what’s up? I did wake up a few times, but after a short amble down the hall, I was able to sleep. Today I have to mail a few parcels. It’s a very mundane Saturday.
shoe, I meant that SIL has little perception or awareness of her own emotions. Imagine someone at work throwing pizzas like frisbees, slamming oven doors, swearing like a truck driver, and kicking customers in the shin, yet when you ask why he’s ticked, he looks at you with genuine confusion and says, “I’m not angry.” AIUI, childhood trauma can affect the development of the parts of the brain that give us self-awareness. (And by “trauma,” I mean discovering her mom’s body, the victim of either suicide or murder, as well as other horrible experiences.) I hope this helps.
I read this as “Communist crackers” and chuckled at the thought of Cheez-Its getting relabeled as The People’s Cracker.
Taters, sometimes we need a boring day. Can you get someone else to take care of Polar’s water bowl. I couldn’t bear removing the name of a student who’d died from my rosters, grade book, etc., so a colleague handled it for me. Couldn’t your husband handle this?
Oo! Like a xylophone or maybe steel drums?