flyboy very few people can actually pull off a fedora. I own 4, maybe 5?, and I always look like a dork wearing them.
The key to wearung a hat – any hat, is to wear it with confidence. Especially with a fedora. I don’t have an ‘Indiana Jones’ jacket, but I to have an A2 and an Irvin.
CANES WIN! [Dean Wormer]In Double Secret Overtime[/Dean Wormer]
The Manhattan was good, too.
Ignorance fought!
When I used to hang out with the Univ of Illinois basketball fans, one of the guys said he grew up in BF Egypt, which was downstate Illinois near the Ohio River, I think in Cairo, IL.
I think you already are short. :rimshot:
Tip your waitress on the way out. 
ok, I’m no doggio or nellie but that’s the best I got.
I’m so happy that the inaugural meeting of the stitching group went well! Definitely a win, win, win.
We purchased our home in July 1980 and moved in on Aug 1. Feel free to do the math.
(I’ll be disappointed if no one hits that softball)
Washed some dishes for the first time in over 2 weeks; Hubs did it while I was in OH and continued last week. Then we zoomed with the Dr. She was happy with Hubs progress except that he’s had dry eyes the last several days which could possibly be an indication of GvHD. He’s been using drops like she had previously told him and she reminded him several times. He asked about resuming vaccinations; he’s concerned about measles. So, we’re going down to the Stem Cell Clinic on May 20 and he will likely resume the vaccination schedule then. Well, just looked at the vaccination schedule and he’s not scheduled to get MMR until 24 months post transplant.
Then I filled his 2 weeks of pill boxes and updated the excel inventory list. While I was doing that, Hubs filled the bird bath and spread a bunch more of bird seed. Then he felt a loss of energy so laid down for an hour.
Dug up a bunch of green onions and put them in a pot to transplant at daughter’s house. Since Bella killed the grass near the back door last year, I dug up some sod from behind the garage and transplanted that.
Went to daughter’s. Hubs put the new closer on the side door while I replanted the green onions then took Bella for a walk.
I had earlier asked her what she thought about pizza for dinner and she suggested a place named Como’s. I told her that Dad might want to go to Beefcarver but when I told him that she had suggested Como’s, he said he’s been having a craving for pizza for 2 days, so that settled it. Well, that was a great recommendation by daughter. First we shared a Spring & Beet salad which had grapes, carrots, arugala, beets, corn, toasted pecans, goat cheese and lime-poppyseed vinaigrette. It was fantastic, the best part were the toasted pecans, they were so good. Oh, and also the goat cheese, it was so creamy, and I got it all to myself (the goat cheese, that is) because daughter is extremely lactose intolerant and pretty sure that the Nutritionist/Dietician from the stem cell clinic said no goat cheese for Hubs. Ordered the large rectangular 8 piece Granny pizza that was topped with pepperoni, mushrooms and caramelized onion and LOTS of cheese. So very, very good. We sat out on the patio. It’s pet friendly but it turned out to be good that we didn’t bring Bella because we sat at a high top and Bella would have been so far below that she wouldn’t have been happy. We had a great waitress; friendly, attentive, and when I told her how great the toasted pecans were, she brought out 2 small containers of them for me to bring home. Had leftovers of the salad and 2 slices of pizza so looking forward to lunch tomorrow. Stopped at Trader Joes on the way back to drop off daughter so Hubs could get some more ciabatta rolls.
Well, it’s already tomorrow and I need to get up early and no slothing in the morning since it’s the last day of the month and I need to get four days of cash receipts transactions input before 11:30am so I’ll end this missive and say good night.
Eighteen years ago this morning, April 30, 2007, I went out to my back yard to check on a feral momma cat that was about to give birth. She was friendly but the next door neighbors and I were looking after her, food and water. We both had nests prepared on our back porches.
This morning was almost raining, really misty, and MomCat had two kittens, so I picked them up and took them to the shelter I had prepared. She had two more. The neighbors and I loved taking care of them. When they were about six weeks old MC moved them to the neighbor’s porch.
I put an ad in the paper for free kittens when they were about nine weeks old. By that time two had disappeared, but the other two were adopted. A week after that I heard a knock at my door and it was the young neighbor boy with a yellow kitten. He told me two ladies( they were one set of adopters) had driven up, said they changed their minds, and handed him the kitten. I took it in and because I didn’t want it jerked around any more I kept him.
As I type Atilla is curled up on my bed. He seems in good shape for a cat his age. He gets special food for his kidneys. He also sheds like a bandit, and yellow hair really shows up on dark clothes.
I am a little over seventy, so I’ve had this cat slightly over a quarter of my life. Atilla was a second cat when I got him but he’s seen other pets come and go and niow he is the senior. He and my dog Mauser get along, and sometimes they both get on me when I am in the recliner.
I just hope that when he goes it’s easy for him.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
So you’re saying my short people pun ability dwarfs yours?
Happy Birthday Attila!
That’s where the name came from!!!
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 14c/57f with a predicted high of 24c/75f and mostly sunny. Weather app says “It’s clear and sunny, but I fucking promise none of this fucking matters. In fact, nothing fucking matters.”
{{{{{flyboy}}}}}
Baker Atilla sounds just like my old Shadow, he was in his early 20s when he left us but he was in good shape for his age. He also had kidney issues and arthritis but he was in fine fettle until he had a stroke and that was the end for him. We’d had him for 19 years and he was an adult when we got him.
VanGo one of my friends wears a fedora, he looks like a proper idiot in it but he totally rocks a beanie!
Sticky Buns I think I’d just ask how the job thing is going and leave it at that. Maybe it’s still in the decision-making process and they’re too embarrassed to talk about it?
JtC I’m glad the stitching group went well. One of our long-absent mumpers used to do some spinning, something that fascinates me to watch.
Yesterday was a quiet-ish day at irk, I logged off and made campus food for the rest of the week. I had leftover sketties for dinner, and an early night as I’m back on campus today. The Travel Gods were kind to me this morning, I also need them to be kind to me tonight as I’ll be going home about an hour later than usual, and need to be back in time to feed everyone and then go out with my pub friends.
I has a sad today too, my work bestie is leaving today. We have worked together and been friends for 15 years. She had a mini-stroke last year and was off sick for several months, and has now decided to take advantage of the enhanced payout through our Voluntary Leavers Scheme. I will miss her very much as we’ve been through a lot together, and although we no longer work in the same School, we’ve stayed in touch and met up regularly. She’s also the reason I’m going home later than usual as I’m meeting her for a drink after work 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 63 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 86 and partly cloudy. We will not procure provisions today as there’s not a lot we need. We’ll hit the Food Kitty for the few needed items when we are bears who brunch tomorrow. Thus, a day of high RDOS inactivities is planned. We shall attend the doin’s over to the church house tonight so that will take care of sup.
Eighteen was the legal drinkin’ age when I turned eighteen. Thus, no problems acquirin’ adult libations in kolledge so I gave up my career as an illicit booze buyer.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
I never was much of a drinker and never had a desire to get drunk. I’m sure it’s partly because my parents let us taste adult beverages in our youth and they just didn’t appeal to me. To this day, I can’t stand beer or dry wines or most non-sweet cocktails. And I truly can’t recall the last time I had an alcoholic drink.
When I was in the Navy, friends and I would test our new-found pseudo-adult freedom by getting drinks when we were out, and I was never carded till I was over 21. The cruise package I chose includes beer, wine, and cocktails under $10, but I’m not sure I’ll bother - we’ll see. FCD, having been raised hard-core Baptist, never drank and to this day, he only likes a couple of beverages, including Moscato and Fireball - not mixed!! 
And daquiris. Not sure if he’ll drink either. Anyway, no fake IDs for either of us.
I’m trying to convince him to stay home and rest today and he insists he’s going to install the overhead lights for Daughter. The man makes me crazy sometimes! I suggested that if he doesn’t take it easy, he may end up in a wheelchair and not be able to go boating - maybe that sunk in. Stubborn old man… 
I’m not sure what today’s plans are but I should do something. I’ve been too lazy too long. We’ll see how things develop.
Happy Wednesday!
OK, riddle me this. Since my computer is in a room with carpet, I have a chair mat so I can move more easily. It’s plastic with little spikes on the bottom to hold it in place on the carpet… theoretically. But it moves - I just had to shift it 4" to the right because it had traveled to the left since I put it down last week.
I don’t get it - are the spikes worthless??
Nope. The mat would be in another room by now if the spikes weren’t there. Not useless; but also not 100% effective.
As to underaged drinking, IIRC California experimented with age 18, just until I turned 18, then promptly bumped it to 21. I wasn’t much for social life back then, so didn’t drink much if at all until I turned 21 as I was starting grad school.
Last night was a milestone night for me. And maybe not in a good way. I assume I dream most nights, but I rarely remember anything of them, and if I do remember something, it’s a couple second-long clip with no context. That quickly fades away, never to return.
Last night I had a dream that seemed to represent about an hour of real life. At work. My first remembered post-retirement work dream. Uggh. Nothing scary, just the soul-sapping irritation of one damned thing after another ending with an interminable wait for a gate. Then I said “F***-it”, hopped off the jet somehow, leaving the crew & people stranded, and wandered a terminal that resembled a cheap glittery casino, unable to find my way to an exit. Then I woke up. Uggh!
Not much else shakin’ around here. Another solo day in paradise.
♫ Somebody, somebody put something in my drink, somebody ♫
I was just finishing my first cuppa joe, when something touched my lips. I spit my coffee back into the cup and looked inside. There was a rather large, dead, spider in it. I am not very awake when I first get out of bed, and have never thought to look in my cup. I must have scalded and drowned the poor thing to death. 
No need to spit it out. Pretty sure spiders are very low carb keto. Might need a dab of marmite.
Well then, FCD and I have something in common. I was raised very Baptisty and to this day I have never been drunk. And, honestly, I just really don’t care for alcoholic beverages.
In other news, MusicMan and I both came to the same conclusion today. This is not a right away decision, but we both feel that it would make more sense to sell our house and get a one level home. This is not a decision that either of us come to lightly, but, realistically speaking, the repairs for this 151 year old house are adding up. We did figure out the basement estimate and it seems, unfortunately, realistic coming in between $24,000 and $28,000 depending on which option we choose. If you add in a reasonable window estimate, a remodeled bathroom, and some exterior woodwork I could see totals up to what we bought the place for.
It’s a very sad realization.
There’s a lot of room between “functions perfectly” and “worthless.”
I felt this phrase in the core of my soul.
As did I.
Count me in.
What day is it? I’ve lost track.
Oh, right. Jury day (university 1). Listening to and commenting on student performances all day. Can be rewarding. Can be torturous. We try to keep comments positive. Sometimes that’s really hard.
Then some practicing, then rehearsal. As busy as this week is, things are winding down. Next Wednesday I’ll be wondering what to do with myself for the next ten weeks.
True in so many situations.
“Isn’t my baby the cutest?” (I faced this with a coworker eons ago - and, no, it really wasn’t all that cute. Dunno what I said, but I was nice, dammit.)
“How do you like my haircut?”
“Check out my new shoes/jacket/other clothing item!”
“So, isn’t this the best thing you ever tasted?” ( 
)
Our garbage disposal is on its last legs. I suggested we buy one and have someone install it. FCD got insulted thinking I was implying he couldn’t do it. No, he’s done it twice here. And that was before he was having major back problems. Sheesh…
Showered, dressed, and making ice. So something is being accomplished. Oh, and I mixed up a batch of teriyaki marinade because I was almost out. So there’s that.