That would be a far more pleasant Smalls to spend 3 hours in.
That’s half the people I work with. Too bad the zombie signal happens after Preload.Braaaaaainnnnnsssssss
So I went to 2 Targets to find a phone. Now I have phone and text again, for under $130.
Taters, we all will be thinking of you.
Letters. Even when I wrote such things, I disdained handwriting. I’ve never liked writing by hand, and my discovery of the typewriter at age 12 set me on a path that I have never looked back upon.
Other than business correspondence, the closest thing to a “letter” I write these day is a zine as a weekly contribution to an APA (Amateur Press Association). Basically, you write/type/publish about whatever subject strikes your fancy, make the requisite number of copies, send them to the Official Collator, and then you get mailed to you a compilation of everyone’s zines including yours. You can then comment on everyone else’s zines for the next distribution, and have round-robin discussions that may take months.
This was the method some subcultures, including science fiction fandom, used to communicate before the advent of social media. I find it fascinating. It reminds me of my days on the college newspaper, having a weekly deadline. Reading about everyone’s lives and generating comments is like writing letters to several people at once. And there’s a sense of permanence with an APA that you don’t get on Facebook or other forum.
I’m just popping in to say my PT appointment went well. He said considering I’ve had no PT for 6.5 weeks, I’m doing great. However, the window for keeping scar tissue from restricting range-of-motion is upon me, so I have to work like hell now. (Thank God I pushed to get in before the 18th!) He gave me many excruciating exercises to do. He also said I’m walking too much, and that’s why the swelling is so bad. I have to back off to about half of what I’m doing.
{{{Taters}}}
I’m so tired I can’t think straight. G’night.
I couldn’t stand my own laziness anymore. Plus, when I have a bowl o’soup tomorrow, I may want some finely minced celery in it! Hey, stranger things have happened.
I went with the “halfway” method: shorts, but just one of those tanks with the built-in kinda-bra. And sandals. It IS Wal-Mart after all: if I got too gussied up, they might get suspicious!
Called my old bestie after I got back with the celery (“Guuurl, you are not gonna believe this day. Wanna hear some stories? Well, pack a bowl & strap in.”) and she got a giant kick out of today’s shenanigans.
We gots to gets our entertainments however we can.
Soup now has celery, and an experimental taste test confirmed 1a.) delicious, and 2b.) when the fuck am I gonna learn not to sip liquids that were literally boiling a second ago?
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
Tonight’s dream was me running an understaffed, unermerchandised store, with yuppie larvae tearing the place up, and Mr. Karen having a meltdown at me because of my lack of pickle knowledge. 
The scar tissue in my mouth suggests it is not 52. 
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 11c/52f with a predicted high of 16c/61f, and cloudy. Weather app has some strange ideas and today suggests “You may feel like walking around your yard naked. Your elderly neighbour wishes you fucking wouldn’t.” Can’t say I have ever felt like doing that, although I am very glad my neighbours don’t do it either.
I am up, sheveled and logged into irk. Bonus day of irking at home because the train drivers are on strike so I can’t easily get to campus. The cats are fed, watered and medicated, and now settling down for their morning snoozes while the house is quiet. 'im indoors is still in bed, he isn’t working at the moment so he’s up quite late at night and thus sleeps later in the morning. I don’t mind that, I like it when the place is quiet.
Laundry got done yesterday although I didn’t have time for the ironing. We went to the Gettin’ Sto’ and got most of what we needed but they didn’t have a few things so I’ll probably pick those bits up elsewhere. I need to go over to my friends’ house today to feed the ferret, might do that at lunchtime so I can come back via the pet shop to pick up cat litter, and the big supermarket for other essentials.
Back to campus tomorrow, must remember to put in a claim for delay repayment on my travel pass because I can’t travel today, and the other bonus is that my claim for strike pay has been completed and the money’s in my bank. Woot!
I was referring to the Prevagen commercials - that mention an ingredient that comes from jellyfish - a real non sequitur if ever I heard one.
I lived in Coronado, CA for almost 2 years and I never visited the Hotel Del Coronado. I grew up in Baltimore and could probably list a dozen places there and in DC that I’ve never been (like the Jefferson Memorial) because I lived there and, well… Funny how many of us do that.
My downfall, before I started making the effort to control myself, was the impulse buy displays in stores by the checkout aisles. Grab a candy bar, or a snacky cake, or some cookies… Sometimes I’d deliberately make a trip to the dollar store for candy. Needless to say, those things don’t come into the house now.
OMG - that was my mother!!! Then I’d hear about how she always got straight As, even in phys ed. As I got older, it struck me as rather sad that she had to keep bringing that up, It would be like me bragging on my SAT scores (which, now that I think of it, weren’t all that great.) But I learned from it. When my daughter would bring home a less-than-stellar test, I’d ask her if she knew why she got things wrong and we’d talk about that, giving her the opportunity to learn from her mistakes. I guess it worked - she got a full-ride scholarship to college.
Ever tried adding dried celery flakes? They seem to be pretty pungent and you get the flavor without buying a whole bunch of celery.
Yesterday I put an ad in FB Marketplace to get rid of this. Originally, I’d hoped to rent a splitter and add it to our wood pile, but as it turns out, neither of us is physically up to it, and once Tobias goes to preschool in January, I won’t be spending nearly as much time in the basement, ergo I won’t be lighting many fires down there.
So anyway, the ad says it’s free but whoever wants it has to take it all (it was a big-ass tree.) So far, I’ve gotten 4 responses. First one asked where I was, and I never heard back - I know I’m less than 10 miles from him. Second was probably a scammer - someone with a brand new account who messaged “I’ll give you $100” - yeah, right. Third one was someone who couldn’t come till this weekend. I told her I’d let her know if it’s not claimed by then. Last one is a guy who’s supposedly coming today with a helper and a big trailer. So we shall see.
I hate to give up all that good oak firewood, but it’d just rot here, since we use pellets upstairs. FCD will be glad to have it gone.
So that may be today’s big excitement. Happy Wednesday!!
PS - he purged his dresser and closet of a gigantic garbage bag of t-shirts, shorts, and jeans. I am amazed, and I’ll be hauling it all to the thrift store later today or tomorrow.
actually due to my disability i haven’t been able to write legally since the 7th grade…and if you wanna see my typing skills look up my first 1 or 2 k posts I almost flunked typing class because I hold my hands in the “typing position” …
lol no itts a joke about a: memory"supplement" pill that supposedly uses something from a jellyfish to improve your memory
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 58 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 86 and N.O.S. for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is to procure provisions. Beyond that, the usual sloth and general overall uselessness shall prevail, as is our wont. Sup shall be leftovers from Moanday. I could mow today, but do not hold your colletive breaths while waitin’ for that to happen.
shoe the irk stories highly entertained me! Also, I agree about celery. It’s not a thing I would chomp down on, but is necessary in things like soup, chikin sallit, and dressin’. The only times I actually ate raw celery was when the skool cafeteria would serve us ants on a log back in the day.
Nellie yay for finally gettin’ PT! I know it will hurt, but here’s hopin’ the healin’ will go quick and as painless as possible.
BooFae yay for money in the bank!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas, alack, and bother of bothers, I suppose I must needs purtify and don attire appropriate for bein’ amongst the great unwashed. How I do suffer for my public!
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
Good morning.
It’s currently 53F, dark and cloudy outside. The expected high is 69F, and we’ll have a mixture of clouds and sun throughout the day.
Thank you again for all your kind thoughts regarding Polar. It’s still rough; the food bowls, his little snacks, and other things keep setting me off, but I’m doing better. Today, I must remember to call the vet to cancel the boarding that was supposed to happen later this month.
boofae, yay for money in the bank! I also enjoy that quiet time when no one is up but me.
nellie, I’m so glad you got to start your PT, FINALLY! I hope things aren’t as painful as anticipated.
I still write in cursive when taking notes during training or meetings. I had very nice penmanship, but I have noted that in later years, since I don’t send letters or cards anymore, it’s gotten a little sloppy. It’s still very legible, but it used to be nicer.
I’m debating going chanterelle hunting this weekend. They should be popping out since we’ve had a good amount of rainfall. I can’t go alone, so I’ll have to see if my old friend G wants to go.
Although I’m not quite ready to take on a new dog, mainly to heal and because we’ll fly to Missouri for a week later this month, I took a peek at the Humane Society page yesterday. One of the adoptable dogs was a Siberian Husky named Glacier. It’s almost like a sign. However, we can’t take him now, and I expect he’ll be gone when I’m ready to adopt. Honestly, although I miss my sweet boy immensely, and it feels strange not to take care of the morning water, meds, lovies, etc., it’s nice just taking care of myself now.
shoe, one must have celery for soups. You do miss it when it’s not there.
Okay, time to take care of that kitchen. My husband left it a mess and it’s stressing me out. I also need to order my toiletries for the trip and send them to my daughter’s house. It’s just easier to have the stuff there and not worry about the TSA three-ounce/three-container limit. I use a certain shampoo, conditioner, and hair spray, neither of which come in carry-on size anyway. It’s funny; I only use hairspray when I leave the house and just a tiny bit, but I will get some anyway.
If I don’t go foraging for mushrooms this weekend, I intend to buy two new carry-on suitcases for my husband and I. I’ve already purchased compression packing cubes.
Morning everyone. Up and enjoying a quiet coffee with the devil-dog (who is fast asleep at the moment - so things are relaxed for the time being). Mid 70s here, and the prediction is serious rain tonight and much cooler for the rest of the week (only the mid 80s). I’ll believe it when I see it.
Been getting myself and dog to the park every day to get us both some exercise. Docs are still warning me to take it easy and do little beyond languishing on the couch. But I still need to move a bit, and the park allows us to walk around a circular path without getting too far from the car, should I have trouble breathing or suchlike.
Due to upcoming eye surgery, and being out of commission for weeks, I decided to winterize the RV. Spent much of yesterday turning valves and running various pumps, but little strenuous effort (see Docs above). I was worried I would be literally forbidden from any effort later this month, and have freezing temps arrive. Not likely, but it could happen.
As far as the conversation about cleaning and spousal differences (re: kitchen), we have a few disagreements, but nothing serious. Our definitions of “full dishwasher” are miles apart. She won’t run it until physicists can prove it cannot accept a single additional quark. I’m OK if it’s only 3/4 full. Since I’m on my own this week, it gets run more frequently but unloading isn’t such a chore.
My boredom was interrupted yesterday by a stellar performance of redneck lawn theater (behind us). During her soliloquy, she mentioned his total failures at almost everything and screamed that he “hasn’t made single fucking bit of improvement in my life!”. And further expressed her certainty that she could continue without him. Remembering that a) I’m in Texas and, b) enraged people aren’t known for calculating penetration and trajectories; I took the dog into another part of the house to get a few more walls between us. But, no loud bangs and no sirens, so I guess they sorted it out. I eagerly await the next episode (not).
Re: the discussion on weight gain and age. Oddly enough, I’ve lost 25+ lbs. since retiring. Haven’t changed eating habits at all, I’m just up and moving most of the day instead of glued to a glowing rectangle.
Covid booster is delayed, on advice of medical folk. They want me to wait until after the eye surgery. Not sure why, but they’re the experts.
Sari: Egads that’s infuriating. I hate chasing through looping menus and people who can’t help me.
I’m approaching 10 years with my journal (noticed the dates this morning). It’s on the computer (never been on paper). Some of my thoughts are best kept local, so it’s strongly encrypted. I have a copy of my grandfather’s journal that he kept most of his life (from the 1930s to the 1960s). His is mundane but really interesting as a perspective on the past. Mine is less historic and more inner musings and thoughts, so best kept hidden.
Oh well, on to the day. I need to decide between Netflix, Prime, or Max. Decisions decisions. 
Very soon I am going to have to start replacing “IANAL” when I offer legal commentary with “I am not your attorney, this is not legal advice.” Bar exam results are in, and… I kicked the shit out of it. Been up since 2 AM anticipating the results. Couldn’t stay asleep. Insane.
How exciting! But lemme ask you this…
Mornin’ all. Been balconatin’ and caffinatin’ since about 2 hours predawn. Which dawn was a few minutes ago. And yes, the Sun rose out of the sparkling sea into a clear sky right in my line of sight. Pretty, but very quickly too violent to look at. I’m enjoying my last couple of minutes outside now facing a different way scrunched up under the eaves as best I can. The fresh Sun will be invading my peripheral vision for good and I’l be heading indoors long before I get this posted.
Presently 81/27 on the way to 88/31. Puffy clouds are few and far between. NWS suggests today is an excellent day to soak up UV, not falling water. Yaay! All the recent rain seems to have created a bumper crop of mosquitos. I hope they die back in the next week or so. I don’t like being “bug lunch” as first wife and I used to call it.
Shoe those stories are great!
Here’s a suggestion for next time a drunk shows up and won’t take “no” for an answer.
Hey buddy, you’re wasted and in no shape to drive. We’re calling the cops now. Wanna hang around while we make your pizza?
As to homeless there’s just no good answer. No good-ish deed for most of them goes unpunished for long. My late first wife’s church had / has a big homeless outreach & feeding program. I know a couple of folks who have been successes from that, becoming productive and at least semi-happy members of normal society again. Most are OK-ish, but the hard core of crazy cannot-play-nice-with-others get run off pretty quick as just too hard to deal with.
@CaptMurdock. My late first wife was in a similar group, but dedicated to weightlifting and fitness. It had a monthly publication schedule. Back in the day you typed and mailed your input for the new issue and your responses to others’ articles in the last issue. Then received the new month’s compilation in the mail a couple weeks later. Eventually they transitioned to e-mail submission and an e-mail PDF coming back.
In many ways not so different from here in the MMP, except muuuuch slower pacing and much more substantive contributions. But yes, it is a closer, fuller form of community than FB or even some of the other SDMB sub-areas.
Yaay Nellie that’s excellent news. By far the best in the thread. Except for the “excruciating” part. Half the walking might be tough given the rest of your habits. Good luck for sure. Sounds like you’re off to a decent start on the journey back to full function.
I expect you’re familiar with this, but just in case, here’s a new time-waster for you and the rest of the MMPers: People Of Walmart
I like to think I have a way with colorful metaphors and witty comebacks, but you are slammin’ it outta the park this week. Did you ever study, or consider, writing as a career or hobby beyond SDMB?
Not 65 either. Sorry. 
That’s the daily norm around here. And yes, the quiet is welcome. The only challenge is the need to avoid a number of noise-producing activities myself. Where “noise” means any sound a young dog’s hearing might be acute enough to hear. Somebody here sleeps very lightly towards the end of her beauty slumber. And can be superficially grumpy if awoken prematurely.
I should be getting part of my final close-out pay today as well. No Woot! yet as I just checked my account and it’s not shown as even pending, much less there yet. Not greatly worried about the timing, but recently a lot of their admin stuff has been … sloppy. Mostly due to our new labor contract that has changed a lot of details that I bet aren’t fully automated yet, requiring a lot of manual cross-checks and re-work. Like any huge company, it’s kept in operation by an army of overworked underpaid clerks and a multitude of error-prone spreadsheets.
You did not miss much. I was in SD last summer and spent an afternoon there as part of the tourist trek around town. Some fascinating-for-5-minutes “Old California” architecture in the main building, lots of cool historic photos on the hallway walls, and an overall tone of “The Landed Gentry still hang out here.” At $20 (plus tip) for valet parking one is not surprised. Still, the drinks and ambience were nice.
As a SoCal though not SD native, I’d visited there as a child or young adult a few times. The old photos, many from before my time were the highlight for me. The early 20th century in California was a different planet. That’s mostly true everywhere on Earth, but IMO few places in the US are quite as starkly changed as SoCal. No going back, that’s for sure.
A comment I make about food or booze issues in general:
As humans we mostly live in our minds. But we’re still animals. Our body / unconscious mind still needs to be made happy too. And that part of us only enjoys 4 things: food, sex, physical activity, and intoxicants. If you can give it a study diet of all 4 in a good way, life goes well. If you can’t / won’t make that happen, it will insist on overdoing the ones it can get. And your body + subconscious / unconscious mind is very powerful and very sneaky about getting what it can how it can.
Further, of course an excess of food or intoxicants reduces the appetite & ability for physical activity and to a lesser degree for sex. Which means the whole shebang is unstable, wanting to veer off over time into lots of one thing and nil of the other 3.
Add to that the idea that food or intoxicants goes with “party” = fun (and social), and that a lot of later adulthood is kinda short in the “fun” (and social) department and you can see how easy it is to seek fun, or at least the echoes of the memory of fun, in overindulgence of the less good of those 4 needs.
I think that knowing your opposition is a good start to defeating it. It’s far short of everything needed, but it’s something.
Another awesome turn of phrase. And good thinking about getting some additional cover just in case.
So far my behavior is the opposite of yours; the total package of irk involved a lot more walking & moving than my early screen-filled retirement does (3 weeks today!). The scale doesn’t have bad news (yet), but I’m feeling kinda fluffy across the middle and recognize (ref my comments above), that more weight will result in less motivation to exercise. And given my already near-nil motivation, that’s a slippery slope best not started any further down.
Other than that, good to hear you’re on the mend and being productive. Here’s hoping the eye nightmare moves into a successful new chapter soon.
Hoo-fucking-RAY!!!
My late first wife was already an attorney for a few years when I met her. But after we were married a few years later she had to take a new bar exam in my state = her new state. I recall the study, the prep course, and the nervous anticipation. She said it was almost as nerve-wracking the second time as the first. And she said, and I saw in her, that the feeling of elation was incredible. She also said in no uncertain terms that there would not be a 3rd Bar exam, so plan your (= my) career appropriately. Which I/we did.
Congrats on a major accomplishment. Now you can sleep all day to make up.
Cheers all!!
Congrats to ASL! That is very exciting.
Got my COVID jab yesterday and my arm hurts. Going to the gym later then hanging around the house.
No after-effects from the booster; not even a sore arm. The wife, however, is feeling crappy this morning, so I’m unlikely to see much of her today. We had nothing scheduled, so no biggie.
Yesterday turned into a bit of an ordeal. A woman in the building called and asked if we could give her a ride to urgent care. Turns out she had aspirated a bit of mouthwash in the morning and couldn’t stop coughing. For some reason, neither of her kids could work up the energy to come help her, so we drove her over there. They said it would be at least a couple of hours before the woman could be seen, so we went back home to await her call. Five hours later we finally went to get her (still no sign of offspring) and brought her home, still coughing. I don’t mind doing something like this once for someone, but it simply can’t become a habit.
On the plus side, there was a pet store in the mall where the clinic was, and I found a new scratching post for Q’itih. She’s in love with it, especially after an application of catnip.
Mazel tov!
Morning all. A nice 66F this morning, I left all the windows open last night so the house is pleasantly cool and we’ll see how far into the day I can get before the AC comes into play (due to reach 87F later). Nothing on the agenda, I do need to get some Saltine crackers, but no rush on them. Swimming and Sauna need to get worked in between Champion’s League soccer, and might even do some house cleaning.
Some yes, some no. Kroger has these 8-packs of small-bag snacks that I’m trying out and I can restrain myself to 2 a day (one in the afternoon and one before bedtime), but if I open a package of bacon, well, that whole package is getting cooked (or at least half of it) and cookies never last more than 2-3 days. And I get one Family-sized Bag of Chips on Super Bowl Sunday and it never makes it to the post-game program. That’s my problem with the Cheese Balls, I can keep a serving down to reasonable size, but might have 4-5
reasonable’ snackings a day. I do have to work a bit on discipline there.
shoe, my parents just asked me to do the best I could in school, and sat and reviewed things with me when I did my homework, but never any real pressure. Still made it to college and that turned out to be a lot easier than High School (IMHO), most since I had developed good study habits with my parent’s help.
Oh, and those work stories…I am reminded of a quote attributed to Ghandi (but probably not his), that when asked what he thought of Western Civilization, he replied “I think that would be a good idea”.
Hmmm, they are variable annunites, but I was also told they were ‘lifetime’ things, so probably I need to talk to my Financial Adviser. They both lost about $5000 in value in the past month, so I do wonder about the management of the things. They are not critical to my happiness (they represent about 17% of my income) but I do have questions. Might need to do some more research.
And your daughter is one very special person, but I think you already know that…
nellie. Hooray on the PT appointment, I know you will work like hell and I am expecting a full recovery, nothing less.
boo fae, money in the bank is always a nice feeling.
FCM, hope the wood gets picked up as planned and good on FCD for the clothing purge. A lot of people will benefit from that, I am sure.
I’m with Pilot, that is perhaps the greatest phrase I have heard in years.
ASL, conga-rats on the Bar exam. Now we have someone in the MMP for legal advice… 
Cookie, good on you and the missus for helping out, but I think you are wise not to become her de-facto ‘go-to’ ride whenever there is a crisis.
OK, need to do the morning internetting and then forage for sustenance, so everyone have a good (check calendar to be sure) Hump Day.
I heaved. I sorted. I put things in cages, them took them back out again. The usual Wednesday. Of course there was a wreck in front of the employee parking lot. Some dude learned that the red light does apply to him, and ended up with his car 2 feet shorter than he started with. I don’t think there was too much injury, because it was just 1 ambulance and 1 fire truck(not like the dude who killed himself racing on the same road a few months ago.)
Yay! I guess you’re buying the first round tonight.
Well the 5G Zombie virus activation is at 2 today, and they can’t do eye surgery on the reanimated. 
Yay! Now we can have a Mumper lawyer on retainer.
Never really thought about it. Technically, I’m published cartoonist. If doing a cartoon for an obscure hockey blog for a summer filler article counts as “published”.
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