I hope the memories are good. My dad was killed, at 85, just over nine years ago.
May you cherish your life with him.
I was SO tired last night, but as soon as I hit the sheets, my brain woke up and said, “Hey! This’d be a great time to debate the world’s most mundane problems! First up: slow toasters.” I didn’t get much sleep, so now I’m really wiped.
I got shotted and took Uber home because the new phone I was forced to buy in order to switch phone companies was supposed to be here by 2 PM, and it required a signature. (It still hasn’t arrived.) The driver was really nice and a surfer. Did you know there’s a particular sound when you’re shooting the curl of a wave that’s beautiful and ineffable? I’m not a surfer, and taking it up would only launch my scuba diving career. Still, it’s fascinating.
Thanks! They’d have to be very low asses, though, like practically dragging on the floor.
Run for your lives! It’s happening! Luckily, my phone was on Silent, so I got a message but no zombifying screech.
My brains came pre-scrambled.
Bumba, congrats on the weight loss!
{{{{Flyboy}}}}
Thank you! I’ll definitely look into this!
Hooray! That’s a terrific accomplishment! May all your corpuses be habeas…or something like that.
Yikes. That IS rough. On one of my many trips to Salt Lake for eye surgeries, I met a woman who’d had most of her tongue removed. It took a little while, but I could finally understand most of what she said. She had a great sense of humor, and we joked around a lot. Once I said, “Well, the silver lining is you can cuss out your husband, and he’ll never know.” Her husband said, “Nah, Laurie would never do that to me.” She gave him the side-eye. “That’s what you think!”
I have to ask, though: if your neighbor was still coughing when you picked her up, does that mean they couldn’t do anything for her?
We went to the grocery store. After we parked we were walking towards the door when we saw a car hit the “brake for pedestrians sign” in the middle of the driveway. The pole flew up and hit an older lady in the leg. The car did not stop. It sped up and left the lot. The older lady was not seriously injured but was irate. She called 911. Suz went in for a manager. The older lady said that the car had vanity plates with the name CHERYL. It was a white Toyota Avalon. I stayed with them and gave my info as a witness. The older lady wants to press charges. The police arrived pretty quickly and I gave a statement
Howdy Y’all! We procured provisions and then proceeded to be slothful slackers the rest of the day. I am not a zombie as of yet, but the urge for scrambled aigs and pork brains is strong.
ASL conga rats on passin’ the bar! Also, the obligatory I’ve never been able to pass a bar comment. It must be done, thus done it I did.
Yanker it’s been a few years since I saw any really good redneck lawn theater. We’re all just so quiet out here in my 'burb.
Cookie good for wifey and you for helpin’ out the neighbor. I agree with the can’t become a regular thing.
I had three vaccinations today, Shingrix, flu, and Covid booster. Arms are just a touch sore, but not bad. But about an hour after I felt very sleepy, was dozing in my recliner and it took a while to work out of it. Don’t know if it was the shots, or it just happened. I’m fully awake now.
I got an email from American Airlines telling me there are changes to our flights to/from South America in January. The changes were departure/arrival times, mostly a difference of less than 10 minutes. Scared the crap out of me till I compared old/new schedules.
Higgs has a slightly enlarged heart. The vet gave her meds, so we’ll see how it goes. She’s an old dog - 11 years old - pugs have a life expectancy of 12-15 years. In the grand scheme of things, it may not make a lot of difference.
Stoopit pets - always something. 
The guy who said he’d come for the firewood hasn’t called. I’m inclined to blow him off and go to the next one on the list. Dammit.
OK, recline time.
Evening all. Did my swimming and sauna early then slothed while watching Champions League soccer. Did vacuum the house and changed the air filter, so there has been some progress. Only did 750 yards swimming so I’m debating going back this evening to the gym to do the other 750, but may yet talk myself out of that. Still have to get the trash collected and out to the curb, too…maybe that will be enough exercise…
FCM, yeah, it seems if things change, even by 5 minutes, you get a note. Sometimes they are important, though, so keep an eye open for any other changes between now and January. And best wishes to Higgs.
Oopsie, glad the training is going good. I’ve been concentrating on losing weight but might consider having one of the trainers help me put on more muscle and flatten out the (decreasing} belly. We’ll see.
I have never eaten brains of any type and since my phone was off all afternoon, I doubt I will suddenly develop any cravings…
Hippie, Yikes! Glad the lady was not hurt much and hope they catch the driver (should be kinda easy with a vanity plate like that…)
Cupcakes, a three-fer on the vaccines! Is that the first or second Shingrix shot? They stung more than any of the others for me.
Too everyone else, yeahs, boos, hugs and good life to all y’all. Now need to do garbage collection, take the can to the curb and decide if I want to do another 25 minutes of backstroking today or watch You Tube soccer highlights. Take care all.
First shot. I’ll have to go back later for the second one.
It’s WalMart, fer cryin’ out loud. Long as you have the basics covered up, no one will say a thing.
I’ve lived in the Nashville area for nearly three decades and the only time that I’ve been to most tourist spots is when I’m hosting someone from out of town. I compensate by taking them to a local dive for balance though. 
Congrats!
Imagine working in a facility that deals in cell phones. (it was a bit noisy for a couple of minutes)
Yay on the PT nellie!
Hugs to Higgs Moooooom.
Had a productive day at irk with no supe, my usual lead back to field some of the issues I’ve been having to since she’s been on FMLA and no trainees. It’s amazing what you can get done when you have few interruptions.
Nelson is snoozing in my lap and just let out a muffles bark. Must have been having a puppy dog dream. 
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Besides not getting zombified, I wasn’t even able to entertain myself because the alert went off while hubs was heading into town.
I went to surplus produce today and while we were waiting for the truck, someone posted on Nextdoor asking for produce because her car had broken down and her son worked in Bagdad and wouldn’t be home until the weekend. She said she had plenty of canned and boxed food, she just wanted something fresh.
She foolishly posted her address for all to see. After I got my box, I pulled over and split half into some bags, then stopped by her place on my way home. I was the first, followed by another person with the same sort of produce.
By the time I got home (20 minutes), she had posted her thanks to the community and was offering her surplus produce to anyone who could come over and pick it up.
Despite giving her half of what I had, I still had more than we would use, so I’m really happy that NF always accepts a bag or two on Thursdays.
When all was unloaded and sorted, I plopped my butt down on the porch to watch the happenings over the fence. The front and side gutters were full of densely packed Ocotillo which were home to generations of sparrows and wrens. Half of these birds are now homeless and they all are traumatized. Tomorrow the rest of them will also be homeless 
I’m not a fan, but it’s not my place so I don’t get a say.
They also took down part of the front fence, but no permit is showing online. We haven’t seen a bright orange sticker anywhere, so I’m guessing the hold up is on the county side, not JT’s.
Yes, go you! Good job, I know it isn’t easy.
I don’t blame her, she could have been killed because of the jerk’s carelessness. I’m glad you were there to help.
Great that you are protecting yourself. I’m blaming the Shingrix for any and all aftereffects, it was worse than my first dose of Moderna.
Work was … well, quieter than yesterday. The big excitement was the swarm of electricians & other guys working on the walk-in (our main fridge has been dead for a cpl week, which SUCKS) but sadly, the damn thing wasn’t any cooler by the time I left.
Manager had an unhappy face.
The silver lining was, one of the apprentice electricians was cyooote and I mysteriously found many excuses today to go back to the kitchen where they were working.
Hey, it just occurred to me that if the fix really wasn’t fixed, maybe he’ll come back!
There was a small gaggle of elderly folks celebrating someone’s birthday. They asked me to take a picture of all of them together (I was happy to oblige) and this old man with just the sweetest smile gave me a dollar as thanks, folded into a ring.
I’m putting off dealing with this water bill fiasco until tomorrow, as I have several pending transactions and I am hopeful they’ll clear overnight so I can more accurately do the math for the remainder of this mess.
There is some irony here.
I hope you two had a suitable conversation. Or maybe more than one. He knows all about making sparks fly and you’re good with … well … sauasages, so perhaps there’s grounds for a celebration in there somewhere. After the fridge is fixed.
I got my PT exercises done–well, all except one, which looked unfamiliar and called for a peanut ball. I had to look it up. It’s like a giant peanut a laboring woman sticks between her legs, and–You know what? Never mind. I don’t have one and don’t want one.
hippie, I hope they find that driver. What a stupid thing to do. They’ll probably claim they thought the sign said, “Break for pedestrians” or some such rot, but I hope they get more than a slap on the wrist.
shoe, maybe the reason the fridge still isn’t fixed is because the attraction was mutual. 
JC, I had to look up Ocotillo. I was surprised to learn it’s more closely related to blueberries than to cacti (or cactuses if you’re of that bent). I’m sorry for the poor birds.
I dunno, MetalMouse. It seems to me that swimming the length of 7.5 football fields is plenty. Next up: the English Channel!
Culverts, even.
I never know what the popular plural for cactus is. But like blueberries, there are many MANY thorns to help little birds hide. My trees need to grow really fast.
Happy Toosday!
I slept in today. Misiu woke me by smacking me in the eye.
Happy Hump Day!
It was foggy this morning, 55 degrees, but soon warmed up to the low 80s.
Echo and Rayleigh went off to daycare, Misiu stayed home and did pretty well this time.
We took two loads of stuff over to the new house today. I was hoping to make a third trip, but my son was tired, and I realized I hadn’t eaten anything but a protein bar.
I had horrible handwriting in elementary school, but by junior high I found my style. At one time my handwriting was considered pretty, but as I get older it’s starting to fade a little. It’s still legible though.
Except for when I use my finger to sign, it is still legible but very sloppy.
I may try what some of you do, and just use my initials or something.
Shoe, I never use candles in glass jars anymore. I had one shatter and glass went everywhere.
I tried making candles, I think it is a lot harder than it looks.
My mother was a lot like yours. If I got an A, she wanted to know why it wasn’t an A+. If I got 100, she wanted to know why I hadn’t done extra credit to bring it over 100.
I agree that food addictions are the worst, because you can’t stop eating.
I don’t buy stuff I shouldn’t have very often. I know once I start eating it, I won’t stop until it’s gone. It depends on what it is though. I will buy Doritos for my son, but I’ll only eat 3-4 because I know my stomach is going to hurt if I eat more than that. However, put potato sticks or sourdough pretzels in front of me and I will eat them until they are gone. Same with brownies or cupcakes.
Thank y’all for your compliments on my dealings with Unemployment.
I used to be a MD state employee and I know how it goes.
My supervisor used to come in every day with a bag of pot strapped to one leg and a bag of coke strapped to the other, and he would lock me out of the office while he made his deals. The director was one of his customers. On any given day, I’d say a third of my co-workers were drunk, and another third were high. The assistant director sat at his desk drinking beer all day. The next guy down lied on his time sheet every day so he could take comp time for the entire month of December. He also was screwing around with many of the women in the department. Nobody gave a shit about anything because they knew they couldn’t be fired. Once my supervisor picked me up and slammed me into a chair and threatened me not to get out of it because I was doing too much irk and making everybody else look bad.
The state knows they have you, and you have to deal with them, because there is no alternative. Any time I deal with any state agency, I go in expecting stupidity, incompetence, and laziness. Then if I am lucky enough to get one of the few that know what they are doing, and care about what they are doing, I can be pleasantly surprised.
Hugs to HIggs. I can’t believe she is 11 already.
Taters It’s sad and hard. I put Ripple’s things away as soon as I could. It’s been almost 6 months, and I still cry for him.
Both of the GR have found their voices. Rayleigh is a pita with his, we are irking on getting him to understand when it’s appropriate to bark.
Poor, poor Misiu. He is going to be a big bruiser of a dog, and his bark sounds like a squeaky toy.
I have to call the daycare tomorrow. I had asked for Rayleigh to get a checkup and his ears checked. I don’t know if they didn’t do it, or if they forgot to charge me. I also asked for the GR’s weights and they told my son 32 and 33 pounds. That was what they weighed at 16 weeks. They are bigger than Echo, and she weighs 48 pounds.
My brain is going in weird directions.
Cactus reminded me of an episode of Sex Sent Me to the E.R…
Some guy went to a party in the desert, got drunk, got naked, and fell into a cactus. Fortunately for him, he was too drunk to feel the pain. The ER doc realized there was no way he could pull out each needle individually, so they used a hair waxing kit to yank out all the needles, along with most of his body hair.
Hope the PT helps, Nellie
I’ve been at this for an hour and a half now.
It’s way past my bed time.
So roommie’s colonoscopy got cancelled(without telling us), thanks to a lack of prior authorization. It’s a routine diagnostic procedure, not like people get colonoscopies for shits and giggles. So it was a late nap.
Me, waking up: “Spot, please get off my shoulder, I need a martini.”
Spot: “I am indifferent to your suffering. Rub my cranium.”
That’s why I always hook up with Mumpers when I visit somewhere. That’s why I got to see Puppy Fight Club in Conshohocken. 
{{{{Higgs and FairyChats}}}}
Having a chicken pot pie and a nice cuppa. I let Monks out but he quickly returned, a bit damp and more than a bit whiny. 'Tis raining gently.
Tossed him a few treats to chase, as a consolation prize.
My mother is back after a month-long trip (to Poland, Singapore, Bali, and Dubai among who-the-hell-knows where else; she’s in her 80s and still loves to travel) so I’ll probably call her shortly.
ETA: she’s too jet-lagged, I’m off the hook for tonight
On the agenda for tomorrow:
- tracking down a “signature required” something-or-other that I suspect is related to the naturalization certificate quest
- tossing the bones from the chicken stock I boiled
- more clean laundry to put away!
- reconciling what my mgmt. co. says I owe vs. what’s a pending withdrawal according to my bank
- deciding where I wanna hang some shelves and maybe a wall-mount decorative quilt (my bedroom echoes when I cough or sneeze, and I guess after, what, two-three years here, it’s time to make my home feel “lived in”)
We’ll see how successful I am.
… wellllllll …
A helluva day. There was all of the Management Stuff I had to deal with. Then I got Microsofted. Outlook makes it very easy to fatfinger things, but makes it impossible to recover. I did manage to find the missing emails (and data files) I somehow cornfielded, but what a PITA. While I was on a call with Tech Support, the neighbour who is working on my bike was sending me multiple texts.
My YZF R1 fuel tank is rusted through. I tried to buy one on eBay, but couldn’t. Maybe a UK Doper can buy it for me, and send it to me?
Hey! Good work!