Lovely! You have a great sense of precision.
Please sit right next to me. I’m there for the same reason.
Nellie, visit this thread and maybe you should hire JohnT to contact those folks…
Flyboy, that’s got to be hard on your wife, but I guess given her job, it may have become an expected experience…still sad.
Of course, we don;t mention what else we store there…
OK, shopping-n-sammich are done, I even remembered my Publix cloth bag and took my plasitic bags in to recycle. On the other hand I cut a car off in traffic and then nearly got hit when I moved to get to a gas pump, so apparently I’m not as awake as I thought. Did fill the gas tank (23 gallons!) and also pumped a gallon and half into the can for the mower, so my responsible behavior for the day is complete. I’ll let the sammich and chips digest a little while longer and then head out for the swimming and sauna.
The city is doing some digging in front of my house (in the patch between yards). They started a couple days ago at the head of the block. Not sure what it is for, the digging is next to my water meter, but I have also heard it’s new cable, so who knows? Long as everything gets put back in the ground.
Onward!
I salt and pepper stuff as I cook it, but never so much that anybody complains, and I expect people to adjust as they go. No harm, no foul. I always taste food cooked by others before salting or peppering (I like pepper.) It’s only logical.
But that brings up a tangential mini-rant. I hate when I get something at a restaurant or other food vendor and it’s OMG HOT!. I’m a grown up and I know how to work a hot sauce bottle, fercryingoutloud! The cook should let people adjust their food, which they paid for, to their preference. I want flavor in my food, but not necessarily heat. I’m not trying to impress anybody with how macho I am. [/rant}
Gotta go. Breakfast is ready!
I never addressed the crouton question in my above post.
I despise pre-made croutons from the grocery store or those found at salad bars. Dry, crumbly, dusty shards seasoned with old-tasting garlic powder. Yuck! But I love my own homemade croutons. I cut up some robust French or Italian bread, then fry the chunks in good olive oil until they’re golden and crisp. While the cubes are still hot, I rub them with a raw garlic clove.
They’re so good, that I have a hard time keeping us from eating them all up before the caesar salad is ready.
Officially (well, it’s still a self-test, so not all that official) tested negative this morning. Hubby’s coughing is a lot better, and mine’s getting there.
Put the tomato plants in the compost. We’re flying on Thursday and they won’t survive the 4 weeks without us, without a lot of water. And that’s just too much to ask of the neighbors who will be watering the two plants inside, plus the tree in the front.
Need to make sure we have all the proper papers for Thursday, and need to pack some more. Maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow the outdoor blinds guy is coming to look at our outdoor blinds. Sometime between 7:30 and 8:00. Should get myself prepared for that.
Happy Moanday!
Re: salt
Salt became verboten after Mr VOW’s heart attack in January 2020. It became extraverboten when he was diagnosed with heart failure, too.
I guess my kidneys got jealous from all the attention Mr VOW’s heart was getting. I already knew that I was sitting at CKD 2/3* About 9 months ago, the numbers were more like 3/4.
ALL salt vanished from the home. I drank enough water to be personally responsible for lowering the water level of Lake Mead.
Mr VOW is stable. My kidneys have retreated to 2/3. I hve discovered many new seasonings.
And DAMN! I still miss salt!
~VOW
info: no, kidney disease isn’t graded into fractions. I was on the brder between Stage 2 and Stage 3. Then I descended to the border of Stage 3 and Stage 4.
Happy Moonday!
No park today, I took my pills on an empty stomach last night and I was paying for it this morning. As well as, I didn’t feel like park drama today and I knew there’d be some.
I knew only a few people were going and Barky and Humpy would be left by themselves on the big side. We’d be the only ones on the big side with them.
Even the newest people are already trying to avoid them.
I can’t bring myself to be rude enough to leave them alone, even though everybody is encouraging me to do so.
I think she has finally caught on and is now trying to correct her dogs from barking so much, and humping, but it’s too little too late.
My son didn’t want to go this morning, and he doesn’t want me to go by myself yet. He’s afraid the dogs will pull me down and hurt my knee even more. I think I’ll be okay now, and my friends will help me with Echo if I need it.
It’s kind of a shame to miss park time now though, even though it’s been hot, in the 90s, during the day, the mornings have been in the 60s.
I saw the doctor last Moonday. I have arthritis, bone on bone. The doctor told me my other knee is probably just as bad, it’s just not hurting yet. It does hurt, just not enough to keep me up at night or make me almost throw up from the pain.
I had to get a cortisone shot in my knee, which didn’t hurt as much as I expected. I’ll need surgery at some point, but not yet.
I got some exercises to do, and I can go to physical therapy if I want.
Sure, let’s just add more shit to do to an already stressful time.
I bought some trekking poles, I heard they are better than a cane or a walker for taking pressure off of knees. I haven’t tried them yet, I’m sure it’ll take a while to get coordinated.
I’ve been trying to get stuff done around here, as much as I can while not getting up too much. I hurt a lot more when I overdo it. I think I need a week vacation, but if I don’t irk, I don’t get paid.
However, I am so stressed with everything that needs to be done, it’s probably worth it to get myself back together.
Lawn guy, who chewed me out two weeks ago, who said I had to have my lawn mowed every two weeks, never showed up Friday, or Saturday. My son weed whacked it yesterday. I haven’t heard from the lawn guy, and I don’t know if I want to right now.
I’m kind of worried about him, he has not been right since his wife died. Then again, he was so nasty, so I may not care if I hear from him at all.
I suppose I shouldn’t be that way; he has always been good to me in the past.
I almost never add salt or pepper to food.
I usually don’t think about it. Some fries need catsup, but I don’t eat them often anyway.
I use mustard a lot, and different mustards for different things.
Croutons are a waste of calories, as are hush puppies, and most dinner rolls.
I feel sorry for all those poor beagles.
However, I am not going to adopt one. I like beagles, but I don’t want one. They are too high energy for me. I want a dog that can fit into my lifestyle, not just because I am kind of lazy. I think dogs should go to the proper environment for their needs. I know some people with beagles, an hour romp in the park doesn’t make a dent in their energy level.
I hope everything is okay Nellie
{{{Sunny}}}
Nice work Hippie
I’m sure I belong in the handbasket as well.
If ex-hubbies deserved sympathy, they wouldn’t be ex-hubbies, WetOne.
I believe that caused the disturbance in The Force.
I’m so sorry you’re dealing with all this.
Beagles were my late Other Shoe’s favorite dog. (Guess what his childhood puppy was?) So this brought a little lump to my throat. Glad so many of them have better lives now.
Salt added while cooking gets incorporated into the food, while salt added after plating sits on the surface. It can make that first bite seem way too salty, because it’s just a surface layer rather than more deeply seasoning the whole dish.
So yeah, Team Salt-During-Cooking here. I can’t remember the last time I salted a dish at the table … although soy sauce or other condiments are fair game. (Cholula is mandatory for One Eyed Jacks.)
Oh, and I hate black pepper. That abomination never touches my food.
This is terrific news! Big step forward in the right direction.
I divided my monster snake plant into 2 pots - pics in FB if anyone cares. Now I’m taking a break for reals. Till it’s time to bring the towels in.
The plot thickens. I called the oncology PA’s office to see about HER order of the ultrasound. While I was talking to the secretary, I got a call from the PA’s nurse, who was calling to find out if I ever got the ultrasound! She says they never got the order returned by the imaging place. A few minutes later, she called me back to say the surgeon’s office sent the order in for the ultrasound. I asked–because I’m wary now–if the order was for ultrasound of both breasts because the surgeon was only concerned about the left one, but I have a lump in the right one. The nurse said yes, it’d cover both.
Imaging place said nope, the order is only for the left one. They’ve “reached out” to the surgeon’s office to ask them to make it for both. Someone from some office is supposed to call me back someday. I feel like drop-kicking something, but I guess I’ll call the surgeon’s office instead. Otherwise, they’re apt to ignore the request from the imaging place because the surgeon is only interested…I’m repeating myself.
MetalMouse, his methods are an inspiration, that’s for sure.
FCM, SO glad MIL is amenable to moving! Would FIL remember that he’s been told about the move? If not, maybe a little subterfuge would be kindest. Hope FCD’s brother isn’t an issue.
flyboy, sorry about Mrs. LA’s patients. She’s had to deal with far too much of that lately.
And DH is still testing positive, so is off work for another week. Fortunately, he’s still covered by California’s mandatory paid time off for Covid.
My car is back! Still missing a piece of trim for the parking light, but at least I’m not driving the Mitsubishi Shitbox any longer. ::happy dance::
“In the past” is the operative phrase there. If I had a lawn guy who acted like yours has, he would not be my lawn guy anymore, and I would have no problem telling him so.
Your unfailing politeness is, of course, a fine quality. I just don’t want to see you get walked on. It’s the last thing you need with everything else that’s going on.
Talked with my dad - he sounds fine, was just complaining of tiredness.
Mother is at the airport (I got my days mixed up - occupational hazard of working retail { 1 } ) and it is pouring here in western Mitten State, so imma chill with this G.O.T. prequel everyone keeps yammering about.
As a die-hard fan (I own all the books, and read those door-stoppers twice thankyouverymuch) I am … holding back expectations.
Eventually, a solid meal: imma planning on bacon, onion, and frozen pseudo-pierogi.
{ 1 } “What day is it?”
“I dunno. I just know what days I come in to work. Tomorrow yes/no and at what time, etc.”
FCD called - his parents’ TV died - it’s their main diversion, so this is an emergency of sorts. And once he got the modem and router hooked back up, WiFi wasn’t getting an internet signal - did the router also die? I gave him some suggestions, starting with hooking his laptop directly to the modem. What a mess.
And his dad does seem to be OK with the notion of moving… not that he’ll necessary remember tomorrow. And while FCD was on the phone with me, his dad went out to his shop and started using his table saw!! 
In reality, he needs to be in a nursing home, but expense aside, I understand why they don’t want to warehouse him. It’s a sad situation on so many levels.
I got slightly motivated again and used the steam cleaner on FCD’s recliner - the arms and foot rest specifically. They were pretty disgusting. I didn’t do mine because I wouldn’t have a place to sit, and mine doesn’t look as dirty as his did. A project for another day. Oh, and the towels are all put away. And I had supper. The dishwasher is washing. Chillage shall ensue.
Last time I was at my PCP’s office, she took me off lisinopril for what was supposed to be a week until the followup I’d been scheduled for. Since DH came up Covid-positive the day before, that appointment didn’t happen. My last couple of BP readings have been rather alarming, so I now have a query in to my doctor about resuming the lisinopril.
Howdy Y’all! Cee-mint pond time, sloth, nappage, and day drinkin’ were all accomplished. Also, sup got cooked and et and the kitchen got cleanded up. Where do I get all this energy!
I like hot sauce on wings, tacos, enchiladas, tamales, quesadillas, OK, on most Mexican foodstuffs. Not a big fan of it otherwise. Not a fan of pepper sauce at all.
WetOne you get a pass for not feelin’ sorry for him. After all he left you for her. Thus, in general, you get a pass to not feel bad for him for anything.
Nettie Buddy is just showin’ you what a good provider he is.
Nellie stay on that doc’s office until they schedule the ultrasound. We need you up in here.
MOOOOOOM glad MIL is in favor of the move. I just saw where you posted that FIL is in favor as well. YAY! May it get done soonest.
The Spousal Unit had yoghurt for dinner. I’ll finishing off the rotisserie chicken I got last week. Too bad Costco isn’t closer. Their chicken is twice the size and half the price of the supermarket’s. I’m also having broccoli, of course.
Have fun with the kayak bumba!
That’s a nice block hippy.
Those are the beagles nellie. The local shelter got ~80 of them. Some went to foster homes and the rest are being cared for by shelter volunteers.
sari, the spring loaded hiking sticks are da bomb! Like you, I love beagles, but they wouldn’t fit into my lifestyle. I get my fix at the shelter and the dog park.
I taste before adding more seasoning. Usually it’s in the form of mustard or hot sauce. I like freshly ground black pepper on many things, haven’t purchased ketchup in a couple of decades and as for croutons, the table is the best place to add them so’s they don’t get soggy. Like metal mouse, I rarely eat at the kitchen table, but at my desk at the studio.
Irked, came home, walked Nelson and et. Now I have a little reddish dog in my lap.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!