Temp and rainfall have both increased. Spot is sacked out in the dog cage.
Thunder never bothered Gordie. But 1. He had the IQ of a matchstick. 2. He, uhh..liked to appreciate cats, so hearing what sounded like a big cat outdoors wouldn’t scare him.
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I still have my old Blackberry. I suppose I could lick it, and see what flavor it is.
Looks good.
[Chief Brodie]We’re gonna need a bigger boat.[/Chief Brodie]
You can read the subtitles; that’s what I do. Choose Swedish for audio, and English for subtitles. Although I don’t speak the languages, I’ve watched enough Nordic shows that I have started recognizing words and their meanings; not close enough to be conversational, but it’s kind of weird how you start picking the meanings up.
That is a big part of how I learned Japanese. Of course, I also watched Japanese dubbed American shows in Japanese. I knew the plots of “Lassie” and “Charlies Angels” well enough that I could figure out what they were saying and which words they were using.
So yesterday I stopped posting because Mom called. My trumpy, anti-vax sister went on the cruise and promptly ended up in the ship infirmary (sorry tax payers, that’s a very expensive bill she is going to expect Medicaid to pay)
Mom needed me to find a rehab place for her. I actually managed to find her a bed in two places close to where she “lives” but now she’s saying she can’t go there, she has to stay close to Mom in Boise and I have to find and pay for a dog sitter for all of her big not housetrained dogs.
I’m still working that. The rehab bed, not the dogs. If they do become my responsibility, I have the number of a dog rescue place that specializes in hoarders who will take them all of them for a sizeable donation. I’ll do that for the dogs, not the bitch who owns them.
I already know how this story is going to end. Sister will get kicked out of rehab for smoking and end up living with Mom for the rest of Mom’s life if the rehab is in Idaho. If it is CA, she will go back to her camp trailer in the desert where her friends can bring her cigs and conspiracy stories.
As a result, I’m not going to do more than I’ve done as far as leaving messages at rehab places in Boise. They don’t want her, she is an out of state medicaid patient and Idaho is red enough to hate welfare.
But, I’ll have a list of places and numbers I have called to pass on to whoever calls complaining that I’m not doing enough.
I got some really nice sativa while I was at the bike shop so I started this morning out by taking my coffee and pipe out on the front porch and watched the fog swirl around the trees. I checked my texts and found that NF in Arizona and her husband also had Covid. I’m so happy Boo reminded me to get my booster, I like being a Novid.
I’m still debating about what to wear to the capital. It is slowly heating up so I probably don’t want to wear my Uggs but my favorite sneeks look stoopid sticking out from under my long red skirt and my favorite walking shoes are leather and don’t breathe as well as canvas. but they are much more respectable looking.
One of my favorite sub-reddit streams is Stolen Beds, which features little cats happily curled up in a big dog bed while the dog is laying on the floor or trying to fit in kitty’s bed. There are a whole bunch of kitties who have kicked dogs out of their kennels and taken them for their own.
I haven’t heard those sort of scary stories, but I’ve always had a healthy respect for electricity so stay away from windows during lightning storms as well. Wow about the bedroom fire!
I get many comments on my hatpin. It always entertains me when someone twenty years older or younger than me reveals themselves to also be cultists 
Are there signs and things to look at? Tunnels are boring, twenty minutes of being in a tunnel would be so boring I’d have to stare at a tree for an hour to get over it.
That looks really nice, I hope they appreciate it!
People are weird. If I buy a container of his ice cream and call it mine, he won’t touch it even if he knows that all I’m going to do with it is ration it out to him. If I give him that same container and call it his…it is gone by the end of the day.
Thank you!
I sure do wish he was on something lighter. But then, if he was on a bike like yours, I wouldn’t stop complaining about the crotch destroying gas tank. I guess I’m just never going to be happy anymore.
So…respectable walking shoes it is. I’m heading off to the capital, chat with you all laters.
Of course, that’s the dry weight. Can’t go very far or very fast w/o fuel! 
What’s his bike weigh?
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 12c/53f with a predicted high of 13c/54f and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “Sometimes, just when you think the fucking sun is going to come out, life gives you a fucking anal probe.” Hmm…not sure what’s happened there!
Yes it is, she didn’t do too badly - she was out of hiding when Jenni came on Saturday but this morning she was back on the bookshelf. She’s still there, even though we’re back home, so not much change there!
Sounds like an eventful time for everyone - I hope the doc manages to work out what’s wrong with SIL, and I hope Trevor didn’t do any damage to your nose
You’ve lived with your structured days for such a long time, it will take a while before you stop thinking that way and start realising that your time is all your own.
I’m sorry to hear about your sister, but more sorry to hear that you’re expected to sort it all out for her and pay for her dogsitter. I think your plan to rehome the dogs entirely is much the best solution for them.
We had a fun day out yesterday, left home almost on schedule and drove 2hrs up north to Bradford. We’ve been there a few times before and always stay at the same place which conveniently has a large car park right behind it with cheap 24hr parking rates. Checked in, got changed and headed straight to Nightrain to watch the early bands that were playing. We had a couple of beers, then dipped out for a while to get some food at a local pub nearby, and were back in time for the last three bands. Met up with some friends, met some new people, chatted outside to random strangers, and we were back in the hotel and in bed by midnight.
We checked out, dumped our stuff in the car and went to get some breakfast before I drove us home again. The catsitter had messaged with a pic of Blossom and Cherry but said she hadn’t seen Muffin this morning. I sent her a message with a pic of Muffin hiding in the bookcase just to prove that she really was there! We unpacked stuff, got a cup of tea and then gave the new fence panels another coat of waterproofing stuff. They should be dry by tomorrow and we should be able to put them in place before I take 'im indoors to the station.
For complicated reasons, he is working tomorrow even though it’s a bank holiday here so I will be up early to take him to get his train. After that, the day is my own. I do need to stop off at a garage to put air in the tyres, the pressure warning light came on yesterday just as we got onto the M6, too late to do anything about it yesterday and I knew it would be fine to leave it a few days. I’ll sort that out tomorrow, and will probably go to the gym, and maybe do the grocery shopping.
Right now, I apparently have cats to feed!
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Yesterday was one of those days where the couch was home base but I did little things now and then: I got rid of some clutter, played some piano (the stupid metronome was broken 
[not really I just suck at keeping time]), did some laundry, etc. Mostly, though, I watched a lot of TV: new episodes of Shark Tank, Leverage: Redemption, and Hacks; the series finale of Friends (which I’d started binge re-watching a few weeks ago); and the rest of S1 of Smash (which I started binge re-watching a few days ago).
Today’s “to do” list is remarkably similar. 
Effective today I’m a manager again (two people got transferred to me yesterday), and I have a new hire starting tomorrow: on Thursday I confirmed with our admin that his laptop and phone are at his desk, which I thought was the last thing on my checklist, but late last night I suddenly realized that I never got his smart card (for logging into the laptop)! When I completed the request for his IT account I asked for his card to be mailed to me at the office, and then I forgot all about it…until about 12 hours ago. He’ll be arriving at 9am: I’d already planned to get there NLT 8am and will look into the card thing ASAP (first checking both my desk and his), but now I’m low-key-stressed that this poor guy might not be able to work tomorrow. What a great first impression of his new boss. 
I should have specified that in this area there is only a Democratic Party Primary next month. Whenever I talk about election stuff, I’m only ever speaking for where I live. I thought that was understood, but thanks for the reminder that I need to be more explicit so I don’t inadvertently confuse any voters who live elsewhere.
We can’t volunteer specifically for that: here, the only roles people can volunteer for are Chief, Assistant Chief, Collection Officer (the folks who collect the absentee ballots and drive them to the government center), or Provisional Ballot Specialist. Working the pollbooks is something all of the election officers do, on a rotating basis with the other positions (ballot table, greeter, scanning machine, etc.). It’s always interesting to hear how other areas do things!
Yep, it was me! I’m glad you like it! And I feel exactly the same about mine: it’s great, but could be a little bigger/heavier. Just for falling asleep, though: the 3-lb weight has actually been a little too warm – even on my legs and feet – most nights, so I probably won’t actually get a heavier one for summer.
That’s what I prefer, as well. For whatever reason, dubbing bothers me more than subtitles – even though I struggle with subtitles because I read faster than the dialogue is delivered, which can sometimes kind of ruin it. I also like to multitask while watching TV, which I can’t do if I need to read subtitles. But every time I try to watch something and figure I’ll just use dubbing, I have to turn it off pretty quickly. The upshot is that I don’t watch many foreign shows, even though I know there are lots of excellent ones that I’d probably enjoy. 
The exceptions tend to be French programs, because that’s the language I studied in school and I like to try to see how much I can understand (spoiler: very little!)…so, I loved Lupin, I love L’Agence, etc. That said, there’s a new Amazon Prime show, Étoile, that takes place in NYC and Paris – with dialogue in both English and French, respectively – and I only watched one episode partly because the switching bothers me. I’d rather a show be in just one primary language: either I need to focus (read), or I can multitask. I had the same problem when I tried to watch Mayans M.C.: there was too much switching from English to Spanish and back.
SIL has been discharged. We fixed the attic floor and are home now. I need to empty the dishwasher and I’ve got the ice maker going. I think the rain is done, but the dreary continues.
Life in FairyChatLand.
I’m 170 posts behind. I kept trying to catch up and then post, but there are even more posts before I can finish my own, so I finally gave up.
I went to the protest yesterday. It was really for union workers, but since a) I was in the teacher’s union (We weren’t allowed to call it a union–cranky board + so-called “right to work” state) for a time, I figured I’d be OK. There were other non-union members, particularly veterans groups. Those vets go to every march. They’re really steamed.
Anyway, this time we actually marched. I didn’t chant, though, because a guy walked up to me just as we were starting out and starting telling me his life story, and he didn’t finish until we got to the end point. It felt more like a friendly stroll than a march, but what the heck.
He asked me where I’d taught, and when I said, “Wyoming,” he said incredulously, “And you TELL people that?” I said yes, I’m rather proud of my battle scars. Honestly, what’s happening nationwide re: education was happening in my town first. It’s upsetting that it turned out to be.a harbinger.
My dog-walking flyer is up, and the manager said she’d get word out to tenants, so fingers crossed.
I got the auto-injector itch medicine shots and gave myself one. Holy mother of all that’s good and pure. I’m not exaggerating when I say it felt like I’d stabbed myself in the thigh with a steak knife. I’m not a baby about shot pain. The injections the nurses gave me (same med) were about 4 times as painful as a regular shot, and I never whimpered, though the nurses said many people do. This shot, though, was waaay beyond that. I could only speak in symbols. You have to leave it in for 15 seconds or so, until the indicator turns green and it clicks. I withdrew it when the thing turned green, but it turns out it wasn’t quite done.
That may be why I’ve been in itching purgatory. I had to take the devil’s drug (prednisone) this morning, meaning I probably won’t sleep much tonight, but hopefully it calms down the itching.
The ducklings have hatched! I saw the mama, and she was having a hard time keeping a dozen ducklings under her ample self. If she had fingers and an iPad, she’d be adding condoms to her shopping list.
FCM, that’s scary about your SIL. I read the article you linked, and it does fit the symptoms you described. I also learned a lot, so thanks! I hope your SIL is OK. I know you’ve told us what he does for a living, but I can’t remember. Hopefully it’s not something that triggers the POTS.
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There’s one at every party.
Yeah, here in Hampton Roads our paperwork specifically asks if we would be willing to do pollbook. I’ve done it a few times in rotation and liked it! I have no desire to be chief/asst chief
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Afternoon all. Stopped by the local Toyota dealership to window-shop without salemen interfering. Was looking for a Highlander Hybrid, but there were none to be seen, so i looked at a couple of vehicles (the Toyota Sequoia which I had thought about was priced at $80,000!–no thank you) and then when off to enjoy meatloaf with salad and fries and a Coors Light. Coming home, all the talk here about ice cream must have gotten to me, ended up with a 3-scoop waffle cone of Butter Pecan, so my calorie count is good for the day as well as a major portion of Monday. Guess I’ll make it to the gym later today… Still around 60F, but back into the 70’s later this week.,along with more chances of rain.
rocky, never been quite that close to lightning, but have heard stories from some who have and always clear the soccer field if there is any hint of electricity in the ozone. glad the boo-boo is getting better.
JtC, some people never learn…sounds like you got the largest share of common sense in the family. Just hope the dogs do OK. And you’ll look fabulous whatever you wear at the Capitol.
boo fae, sounds like it was another good weekend; you have a lot of those, keep up the activity, I enjoy reading about it.
Oopsie, I watch very little TV these days, maybe I should explore some of the numerous options. And hope the card is right there when you go in.
nellie, good on ya for making to the protest. Guy and his story could have been looking for a date, but I have met some folks at the gym (almost all guys) who simply start talking and never.shut.up. I do try to stay polite, but am looking for my escape route in about 30 seconds…And OUCHIES!!! on the injector, don’t think I ever had to use one on myself, I remember we got issued a set when I was in Abu Dhabi when there was concern about Saddam Hussien and chemical warheads…
OK, I guess I should go to the gym and sweat some of my caloric intake off. Have a good afternoon all.
Ugh.
Nah, I’ve had a couple of office jobs where the first day was a complete waste, due to equipment/I.T. mixups or lack of access being granted.
It’s kinda common.
Ah, well then, thank you again. I’d debated getting one for a while, so thank you for the nudge.
I’m sorry you had to go through that ordeal, but I just wanted to say how darkly poetic this sentence is.
The train is traveling at 125 mph, so signs aren’t very useful. At least there’s good wi-fi.
She’s got her routine and seems to be sticking to it. Do hope she gets a bit more comfortable. Must be stressful for her.
And how often do you have to give yourself shots?
Had been looking for tops, and ended up buying 2 sweaters, 2 tank tops, and 3 other tops, so I think I’m set for at least a few weeks or so. Had planned to get out the summer clothes, but tomorrow’s high will be around 50°F, so no hurry there.
Finally got the rain they’ve been promising, so the stuff I planted is getting soaked and I didn’t have to get out the hose.
I printed out the instructions for the governor primary, but I need to do some research. And I need to double-check whether I’m declared as one party or another, as it seems it’s not allowed to vote in both the D and R primaries. 
Oy. I have a bad cold, and my left foot hurts like Oedipus.
Johnny_L.A., back when I was Shriner, I made a “summer fez” out of a straw wastebasket, complete with the scimitar, name of Murat Temple, and a tassel. One of the old guys took me aside and told me the Shriner’s Fez had to be Moroccan felt. Harumph, and all that!
Doggio, after my last dog broke several teeth eating ice, my vet told me never to give ice to a dog. You’d think that would be something they’d tell you in the “Welcoming your new dog” pamphlet.
I got around to taking the folding ice spikes off my cane for the season.
My computer tells me it’s Wild Koala Day, with the inevitable John Oliver mention.
FCMom, I remember lying on my back under the sink, and not fondly. Don’t forget to do the traditional pour-water-down-the-sink-into-a-missing-drain trick.
A close relative will be getting abonimable surgery soon. I think that’s what they said.
Taters, many retirees from my old factory job said, “I don’t know how I ever found the time to work.” My own line after retirement was, “I was born for this kind of work.”
We had a garage sale the other day. Sold a few things we didn’t need. One wise-cracker asked, “How much for the garage?” When the sale was over, the very big table came back in. Mrs. Nott wants to finish the puzzle we had on it before, but I was tired of it.
I must have missed a coupla days. Catching up is taking a while.
The last two lines in my post should have been outside Misnomer’s quote.
Having pulled that trick in the past, we were ready this time with a big catch basin. And today was the first time I ran the dishwasher since the disposal change, so we checked for leaks. (None! YAY!)
I’ve been looking for things to do in this area and I’m finding parks that I didn’t know existed! I’m going to make a list of places to visit with picnics. We need to get out of the house once in a while. This is the first one I came across. Off to find more!
Laundry day; need I say more?
Yikes, nellie. And I thought Mounjaro was uncomfortable!
We went out on the terrace and sat for about ten minutes. Hotter than hell after being indoors for all these months, so that was all we could take. Nice to get some natural vitamins for a change.
Job turned me down. Of course. I did ask what I could do better. She did say I was great but fast paced, heaving lifting..ah its my age.
Apparently its only the young who are able to make subs.
Daughter & I went to Kent St about a decade ago to see a fashion exhibition. We did go to the memorial site. Just awful what the Ohio National Guard did. Kind of scared for the next few years; praying that there won’t be a repeat anywhere in the USA.
Since our daughter was over today and we won’t see her tomorrow, we celebrated Cinco de Mayo. I made steak fajitas, acorn squash and strawberry shortcake with whipped cream for dessert. I had bought some used meat several weeks ago and put it in the freezer. Boneless Beef Sirloin Tip Steak Thin Cut. Also bought some used bell peppers on Friday; 99 cents for 3 so couldn’t pass it up. I’m going to use 2 of them for stuffed peppers tomorrow so I used the 3rd one, an orange one, and cut away a few parts of it that were just starting to be soft and a tad mushy. Also had a yellow bell pepper that I used and cut up a lot of onion. Sauteed all of that. Marinated the meat in worchestershire and Mrs. Dash and freshly ground black pepper. Then Hubs cooked the meat in his special homemade taco seasoning while I cut up tomato and avocado. Daughter’s contribution was to open the can of refried beans.
Glad I went to 8am mass. Yes, it was cold out, it’s all relative as it was in the 40’s which in January wouldn’t have been cold. But after almost a week of spring and almost summer-like weather, this drop in temp is no bueno. Anyway, it started raining about 11am and hasn’t stopped since. It’s a nice light rain so it should soak in good which will be good for the lawn. But it meant I didn’t get to walk Bella. However, we filled her Dog Hide 'N Slide with treats and she enjoyed pushing the levers, swiveling open the flippers and getting the treats.
metal mouse That grilled meatloaf sure does sound good. I looked up Logan’s Roadhouse and there is one 9 miles from us. Do they have the grilled meatloaf daily or is it a Sunday special?