Mine cost £7 5. In 1940 
Somewhere around £400 in current money. The electric adaptor was added on later, so a bit more for that.
Admittedly I don’t use it all that often, and I don’t think the previous owner did either, but that’s pretty decent value, I reckon.
Went out for a bit of a ramble, as the weather’s gone all nice today. It was a really nice spot and not far from the house, but the back roads round here are such a tangle, it’ll probably take me a while to find again.
We’re supposed to be on ‘phase one’ of the anti-lockdown here. (I think) but very few of the businesses are open any more than they were. I was reading an article this morning about other interesting things that the virus does to the human body’s various organs, and now I want to dig a bomb shelter in the back yard and live in it for a couple of years. :eek:
I may have cracked a rib a couple of weeks ago. I fell down in the yard and thought I was just bruised, but it should have gone away by now. I have a sore spot on my left rib cage under my armpit. It doesn’t hurt when I’m up and about unless I move the wrong way but when I lay down it’s miserable. I may send a message to my doc and see if I should get an x-ray. They don’t really do anything for cracked ribs 'cept tell you to take pain-killers these days, but I’d like to know.
It’s supposed to be warm and relatively sunny around here for the next few days. That’ll be nice. Could get up over 80. I don’t consider that ‘nice’, but some people do. I prefer it in the sixties.
That’s all the gnus that’s fit to print. Have a safe sonday.
I bought cat litter yesterday.
A 38-pound box of cat litter arrived from Amazon today. When I picked up the box, I dropped it. I should have known it was a bad omen. I took the box to the dryer and turned it upside down so that I could open the bottom, with the intention of lifting the box off of the box of cat litter. Unfortunately, one of the flaps was underneath the box of litter. When I tried to take the shipping box off, the box of litter fell into the litter box, basically exploding it. So now I had to scoop the waste off of the floor, go ahead and scoop the litter box, vacuum, and replenish the litter box.
It was a bigger pain in the ass than what I was expecting, which was simply to store the box of cat litter and put the shipping box into recycling.
flyboy, I guess Murphy is everywhere, even in cat litter boxes…
Bumba, probably worth getting checked out, two weeks is a long time for a muscle, so bet you’re right it’s cracked.
hippy, the sit-down places just got the OK to open this week; The place I went (Longhorn Steakhouse) had all it’s people in masks and were re-sanitizing the tables when someone left. However, I was the only customer with a mask, everyone else figured it was just fine to be mask-less when not eating…
It’s 88F outside and 79F inside, I think it is time to cool off the house now…
Back on my feet, emotionally speaking. The bad news was an old friend died. I’d had to distance myself from her a few years ago, so I didn’t know she’d been sick. Complicated grief. Yesterday a friend with issues who’s also going through a crisis called took up most of the afternoon. There are other things I’m dealing with, but as my parents used to say, “Things are rough all over.”
Sunny, I like the name Belle. Let’s see if it catches on. If not, no problem. If so, I guess I marry Robby Benson*. 
shady, sounds like you hit the jackpot that day. Really, such a heartwarming story. I like that you sent her flowers and See’s.
Moooom, I think in some ways it’s harder to be the caregiver than the patient. Glad you got some sleep.
Czarcasm, I’m sorry you had a miserable night at the sleep center. The bed I had was comfortable. The shower the next morning was unpleasantly institutional and cold, but the bed was OK, and the blanket was fine. When do you get the results?
Stop the presses. Filbert is a woman?! :eek: Next you’ll be telling me swampy’s gay. :rolleyes:
Afternoon, friends
Peaches, that sounds ridiculously traumatic Definitely do not envy you there
It’s… what, Sunday now?
It’s gloomy and thundering out, but no rain so far. The dog is on my bed- made a beeline for me the second the door was opened. I think she’s finding the Jerry Springer Show in the next room about as tedious as I do. “We’ve been together for two whole months and you’re the love of my life and definitely will be forever, so we must have constant screaming fights somehow punctuated by make-out sessions because that’s how adults behave and we’re totally gonna get married you’re my whole everything baby but first, let’s have yet another fight about your exes.”… Yeah. It’s much quieter in my room.
Currently researching general transportation options. I want to get OUT. In the world. On my own. Yes, I’m very grateful to everyone who has given me rides or would give me rides. But I just want to do it myself. There’s no public transit out here. I did send an inquiry to a medical transport company that says they’ll take you to appointments and to the grocery store and such to see how much it costs and if they serve my area. I know they aren’t generally very convenient, but it would be nice to have a sort of way of getting to my appointments on my own so that nobody feels actually obligated to take me. More than that, though… I used to drive around to clear my head, to listen to music, to be on my own… whatever. Even when I was a kid, before I could drive, I could walk all over the place. I just feel unbelievably trapped right now. Uber is expensive enough that it should be an emergency-only option… although at this point, I’m desperate enough for a little autonomy and independence that I am seriously considering Ubering to the city and riding the bus around… just… anywhere. I don’t even know where I would go. Maybe the airport. Maybe the bottom of the Mississippi. Anywhere but here.
In other news, I failed to fit Mrs. L.A.'s toaster pastries behind the seat of the MG, and I dropped the container of blue cheese on the floor when I was assembling my TJ’s Cobb salad.
I feel ya dot. I don’t know what I’d do without being able to hop in the car or on the bike to take an opportunity to clear my head.
I loafed most of the day, reading on the patio and messing around in the studio. I have to go in in the morning to catch things up for EoM, but will likely be out of there by lunchtime. I’m taking Wednesday off to take a friend to the eye doctor. I need to surf to find an open cafe as an option to wait for him. If I don’t find one, I’ll surf the net in the parking garage.
I need to take the chicken pie out of the oven and get ready for supper now.
I accidentally stepped on a House Spider. R.I.P. Fred Jr.
I caught the edge of some storms this afternoon. Lost of thunder, just a little rain.
Dot, I hear you. At least Gordie gets me out for some walks.
Flyboy, you’ve had a Monday-ist of Sundays today.
{{{{Belle}}}}
Coming back from Rite-Aid with tequila and margarita mix, I was stuck behind an oldster driving along the beach at 10 mph. (It’s a 25 mph zone.) I figured his car must’ve been about to become disabled, or else he was ‘impaired’. So I whipped around him the MGB.
I made chicken-and-mushroom Afraid-o for dinner. Took the trash and recycling out. Halfway through my second margarita.
I released a spider outside, and the dogs were terrified by very loud thunder.
There’s “very loud thunder” here, too, but I suspect it’s man-made.
In fact, both Fri and Sat evenings I had occasion to think, “Ah, the dulcet tones of random gunfire, like, right the fuck all near me,” while reconsidering the relative merits of my neighbors … and was later reminded that this noise is, in fact, a patriotic affair. Somehow. Um, go U.S.A. or some shit?
Yooo!! Esss!!! Ayyyyy !!! !!!
More “thunder” just typing out this post.
Hey, silver lining. My kitteh is all the fuck right up in my Kool-Aid purring AT me, and there ain’t nuthin’ wrong wid’dat.
Shaping up to be a delightful evening, with the bozos upstairs having a shouting slamming fight, that sounded bad enough we alerted the police. Also, DH is trying to feed random small insects around the house to a spider he found in a corner.
Today I go in to get fingerprinted and photo’d for the Census job I applied for. Must remember not to wear my “ball-gag” face mask to the appointment.