Oh yeah; it’s just that there is still a huge backorder on parts, so who knows when it will get here. It doesn’t affect functionality, so there’s no reason for them to hang on to the car to wait for it. Also, the longer it sits in their lot, the more chance of someone trying to steal the catalytic.
Good morning everyone.
It’s currently 54 degrees with an expected high of 94 and sunny skies. Blech.
Work was crazy busy. I logged onto my computer at 5:45 am and didn’t log off until 5:30 pm.
nellie, I hope you hear back and get the imaging thing squared away. I would be worried too.
pullin, I’m glad the floaters are receding and hope everything else progresses as well too.
Jtc, , years ago my husband would get pissed at me if I went out and mowed the lawn or finished what he started. He cannot finish a chore from start to finish in one go, so he’d mow a couple of laps and then go take a gaming break. At the time, we had a 1/3 of an acre lot, so mowing took a while, even if you did it in one go. Add his little breaks and a couple of hour job turned into two days; not a good thing in the spring when it rained all the time. At any rate, his method drove me fookin’ nuts, because I just get out there and get it done in one fell swoop so I can move on with the rest of the day, whether it be more chores or doing something fun. He felt like his man card was being taken away when I did that and also one of our neighbors gave him good-natured shit about it. Now, he doesn’t care, but my eyes used to hurt at the eye-rolling I did because he’d get upset about it.
I always let the spiders be, or move them. Everyone else in the family squashes them. Also, all spiders are named Boris. I keep trying to convince everyone that they eat the bugs we don’t want, but no one listens. Every once in a while though, there is a hurkin’ spider on the wall and even that is just leeettle bit too big for me, so I take it outside.
Today is a three-cup day, so on to my next cup of coffee. I hope you all have a great day!
Dear ol’ Dad was a habitual salter before tasting. He was also a lifelong smoker. During one of his occasional efforts to quit the weed, he continued to preemptively salt, and finally, at supper, exclaimed “this food is way too salty!”, to the raucous amusement of wife, sons, and mother-in-law. The women were, generally, terrific cooks, and were offended by the heavy salting.
Dan
Aaaaand MIL is waffling again. She’s concerned about how their youngest son will react.
I don’t now how much I’ve told about him and I don’t know enough about mental health and such to have a frame of reference. I do know at one point he was suicidal, and at one point he was married to a psycho bitch who treated him, literally, like a pet, so who knows what she did to his head. He’s not stupid, but he’s incapable of thinking things thru, and he’s got a lot of emotional issues that I don’t entirely understand. And he doesn’t deal with change well at all.
Just as an example, when I first met him, he said to me “Donna will always be my sister-in-law” - referring to FCD’s ex. He’s since come to accept me, but it was a shaky start.
Anyway, I suggested FCD talk to his brother about this, framing it in what’s best for their parents. I don’t know what else to tell him, but something has to happen.
Last night, FCD asked if they had the manual for their dead TV, so FIL went out to his shop to look for it. Then all of a sudden, they heard the table saw. FIL had stacks of owner’s manuals that he was cutting up so no one could steal their identity… What do you do with that? I’m really feeling like the man needs way more care than any of us can provide, but I know it’ll never happen.
What’s the point of extending life if this is what it comes to?
OK, that’s out of my system. Thanks for being here while I spew…
Very cool - looks like watercolors.
Dan
Your "mea culpa"s are rejected, the both of you!
You can’t always get what you wa-ant .. 
That man has no idea what housekeepers see on the reg, does he …
Not cold, nor heartless. We treat our elderly pets better than we treat our elderly hyoomans.
Hell, I have the same wish for myself.
Okay, now I really have the same wish for myself. I can barely afford rent … but for that price? Naw, I’ll be working until the day I drop dead on my feet, at that rate.
I have a fond wish, that someday, you & I might smoke a bowl together, and then sit quietly side by side, playing with string. 
Monkey and GG can cavort together with a bit of the 'nip.
No, dear. All spiders are named Charlotte.
The juvenile part of my brain is now singing …
"Boris and Charlotte
Sittin’ in a tree
K - I - S - S - I - N - G … "
EXACTLY how I’ve always thought about working for others.
Dan
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s 19c/66f with a predicted high of 21c/69f and cloudy. Weather app says “It sure looks like all of the clouds are trying to ratfuck your day”. Actually, it’s sunny and there’s a nice breeze out there so I am not complaining. The office doesn’t feel like a sauna for a change.
I have been absent most of the long weekend (we had a bank holiday yesterday and I was out and about all weekend) so am just catching up with all of you and your goings on.
hippy love the quilt! It’s far more professional than anything I’d ever be able to cobble together 
Moooom sorry to hear about the inlaw woes, it’s good to hear that MIL is more amenable to the idea of moving now, perhaps she’s finally starting to realise just how bad things are with FIL.
On the original subject of salt, I undersalt food when I’m cooking so that 'im indoors can add as much as he wants afterwards. I was always brought up to taste things before adding anything, and I’m much more likely to add pepper than salt. He almost always adds salt to things, I rarely do.
Other condiments are ok, we use a lot of brown sauce (Daddies, not HP) but not much ketchup. Vinegar sometimes, mayo often. Beef is not allowed without hot horseradish (none of that namby-pamby mild stuff), nor is roast lamb allowed without mint sauce.
Been a busy weekend full of good music and good friends, caught up with quite a few people I’ve not seen for a very long time so it’s been a very fun few days. Back to irk for three days, and I am off to Antwerp on Friday for a long weekend. No real plans apart from Sunday at the zoo.
Great. Just great. Had a lousy time sleeping around shortness-of-breath issues. got up with a headache complete with shimmeries slightly blocking vision (I can see my screen, but there are areas where it’s more challenging). Took my usual approach to what my doctor thinks are “retinal migraine”, took a dose of Midol (hey, it works).
Let Buddy in, he promptly started getting into mischief such as getting on the kitchen counter (a no-cat zone) and climbing onto the top of the bird cage (Misty doesn’t seem overly bothered by this, but DH and I agree that’s not permitted). Then he started staring very intently at the patio door. This is when I realized two things: I couldn’t account for Allie, and there was an odd shadow at that door. Sure enough, she’d snuck out (she is allowed patio time when weather permits, but I hadn’t seen her go out) and was at the door wanting IN. Let her in, Buddy promptly started hassling her to PLAY, so I’ve had the “fun” of refereeing feline sibling squabbles. I think First Breakfast is going to be a Bolthouse chocolate protein smoothie.
Yesterday, DH had set his alarm for his normal workday time, feeling optimistic about being cleared for irk, which he was not (he goes back next week). When the alarm went off this morning, he was quite confused about whether he was supposed to be going to work or was still under quarantine. I’m hoping that confusion was just because he wasn’t fully awake, and not something more ominous.
He insists on relocating spiders outside when feasible. With Buddy the Mighty Hunter in residence, probably best for the spiders’ life expectancy. I’ll try to co-exist politely with them unless they’re dangerous ones like black widows, which we do get in this area. Dangerous ones go SQUISH, in the interests of kitty safety.
Today’s shaping up to be at least a couple of days, isn’t it? Plus side: I indulged in an Amazon spree yesterday and bought up all the Martial Arts Kakuro series I didn’t already own (did replace a few I’d worked through years ago, since it’s been so long I figure I’d better restart the series at the White Belt level to refresh skills), so have much entertainment arriving today and tomorrow. If DH notices and grumbles, I’ll tell him to consider that my birthday gift. We didn’t really do much about my birthday, since we were both sick and both under quarantine at the time.
@Sahirrnee, IMO it’s time to fire the lawn guy. You’d hope he wouldn’t treat his family like that, let alone a paying customer. He’s way past acceptable customer/employee boundaries.
Morning all. Tossed and turned most of the night, to the extent that my fitted sheet and mattress pad have both been pulled out of two of the corners of the mattress–so apparently I’m getting some extra exercise during the night hours… Need to do a little banking and then a gym stop before soccer this evening–if the expected rain around noontime doesn’t wash it out. Did get the season schedule for the kids through 22 August, so that needs to be typed up and sent to the parents. At least it’ll keep me busy for the morning.
boo fae, if there is one thing I am jealous about Europeans, it’s the casual way you can say
As if suddenly popping into a foreign country and a pretty city that has been around for centuries is quite routine (and I know enough of Europe that it is). I’m over a 1,000 miles from the nearest border here.
FCM, any chance less-than capable brother moves North too to stay close too his parents? And you really need to short-circuit that table saw before FIL really hurts himself badly.
yanker, glad eye is clearing up. And be nice to the relatives…nice being a relative term…
But of course you did…
JtC, enjoy the bidets.
We are of like mind about 8-leggers in the house, Wheelie
nellie, stay after them; dogged perseverance will wear them down in the end (think about Winston Churchill).
Butters, you are many things, but you are NEVER a bad Mumper.
OK, need to break my fast and get typing out the schedules for the kids. All y’all take care.
Holding up okay! Last night turned out to be pretty decent - lolled around with the kids since it was threatning rain & my daughter’s soccer was canceled. I do love a good, lazy night.
The mom unit had a really good appointment yesterday - even without me! She’s good for treatment and all is well. I managed to get downtown for the work meeting, but skipped out on the dinner after. Probably should’ve gone, but I was done. And I’m glad I came home instead. Turns out overlygirl’s practice was canceled, overlyboy was home and we got to sit around for a while and chill. Unfortunately, overlyhusband had to work on a deployment late at night, but at least we were all there at the same time, all night.
My stomach has further chilled out, as has the giant danged rash around my eye sockets that I developed. Wearing glasses instead of contacts helped cover a lot of it. Makeup did the rest, with the exception of the swelling. My body has truly betrayed me in my middle age.
Anyway, busy night tonight, full of parent meetings and such. This back to school stuff is nice, but also a bit of a racket.
Yankee Doodle had to Google it …
while riding on a pony 
… anyways, it looks delicious!
I’ve done that.
Totally counts as aerobic workout.
I’ve got two chainsaws… all I need is one more, right?
Or a bowling ball…
Tobias is napping. Roxy will get lunch soon. I’m beat!
Or… Take them outside to live and let live.
GHSs are harmless and docile. It’s said that they keep the population of hobo spiders down. (I haven’t seen any hobo spiders, so they’re doing a good job.)
talking about juggling always me reminds me of :
i forget the guy’s name but when they’d have staged variety/comedy shows in the summer (think Americas got talent without the contest aspect of it ) hed make the rounds on some of them by juggling an egg an apple and a bowling ball and telling dad jokes while eating the apple going faster and faster and the act would always end when hed “get distracted” and bite the egg however after a couple of times you’d notice that when he bit the egg it ran out the side away from his face so the egg was gimmicked somehow
Sometimes he vary the act while eating an apple and something else … or hed act like he hit himself with the bowling ball …
I called the oncologist office. Got a very laid-back sounding staffer who said she’d get a message to the PA’s nurse. I told her I really need to hear back about this ASAP, as I’m a former cancer patient who has a new lump. She said distractedly, “Uh-huh. I’ll tell her.” I asked if I’d hear back today. “Yeah…hopefully.” Does this inspire confidence, Mumpers? What is going on? Why do I have a feeling Rod Serling is narrating this chapter of my life?
I’ve decided to make myself a pain in the neck…a pleasant, polite pain in the neck. The blinds guy is due late this morning, after which I’ll make the long trek/bus ride to get my monthly itch-jections, but in between there, I’ll call again. Then I’ll call late this afternoon. If I don’t get anywhere tomorrow, I may need to do a JohnT. and contact the CEO of the medical center. It should not be this hard to make a damned appointment.
FCM, that’s a good point about MIL not being able to stay with FIL in a memory care unit. Fingers crossed it works out. And I hope your BIL handles the news OK. Would he want to move to Maryland, too, to be closer to his folks and FCD?
I’m not afraid of spiders (except tarantulas, which squick me right out). Mom taught me to either let 'em be or release spiders outdoors. I once had a hatching of baby spiders, though, so I’ve since released them outdoors… Of course, in January in Wyoming, “outdoors” was a death sentence, so I’d always apologize, but they probably found their way right back inside anyway.
taters, the lawn-mowing story gave me a chuckle.
Hey, that was adult me’s fantasy, too.
Sounds like all you need to do is call a relative. Maybe you could pit them against each other? “Yeah, well, call Roger and tell him that.” Then break out the Doritos and watch the fireworks.
Oh, that sounds like fun!
shady, was it this guy? The bowling ball part starts at about 3:40.
yep that was him …usually it didn’t take that long for him to start the act tho