Rotten little grandson refuses to nap. He’ll fall asleep while I’m rocking him, but the minute I put him in bed… so he’s now in his swing with lullabies playing. SIL said he didn’t sleep thru the night, so he should be tired. Rotten kid…
I agree. I’ve been to Mount Rushmore, and my feeling is that if you’ve seen pictures of Mount Rushmore, you’ve seen Mount Rushmore. And I think a lot of tourist “attractions” are like that.
But the Grand Canyon is different. There is no way to describe the impact of seeing it in person.
One of the best parts is, I cannot finish even a “regular” portion in one sitting, so I have MORE PHO GLORIOUS SOUP waiting for me now, for a lovely pre-work brunch.
Knowing it was sitting there, quite literally got me out of bed.
… at a few minutes past noon. 
I’m now officially on a different sleep cycle, it seems - staying up until what might seem irresponsibly late & then sleeping in like a hungover teenager, when really, I’ve simply adjusted to the late-nite closing shifts.
(On a side note: if a “regular” is two hearty portions for me, what’s a “large” like, a hog trough full?)
Pho is absolutely delicious.
Upbeat news: Mom is feeling really good after being at home. My husband went out to lunch with work, so I have the house to myself right now and am ordering a buttload of food because I haven’t been able to grocery shop this week.
Now time for a moral conundrum - there are seven people flying in to meet me Monday afternoon for a discussion that has been planned for months to occur during a 500-person conference. Of course, it’s during the same time as my mom’s follow-up appointment. I haven’t missed an appointment yet. She’s saying she’ll go on her own with my sister calling in when the doctor is there so she’ll have support and someone to ask questions if she doesn’t think of them. But I’m struggling - I’ve missed a lot of work since my mom got sick, and my new boss has never met the people coming to meet me. I’m technically hosting. But I’m struggling with whether to go. The mom unit is an adult and already feeling capable of getting herself there and to the doctor. Both she & my sister want me to take care of work and since there have been no scans there’s no reason for them to do anything other than take blood and evaluate it to make sure whatever cooties made her feel sick are contained. But Jesus I hate to miss her appointment. I hate feeling like this.
Okay, off to feel guilty for a while.
What are the rest of them? Mine are: Nantucket, Ellis Island, New Orleans and either north central Iowa when the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye or the Sandhills of Nebraska during crane migration.
I urge you to listen to your mom and sister and do the work meeting since they can handle this doctor appt. It’ll give you leeway for some time in future when you have to be away from work for your Mom.
It’s good self-care of you if you can give yourself a break and not feel guilty.
Please don’t do this to yourself. I’d hate to have to call your mom and tell on you.
Seriously, I understand, you want to be there for her because you love her and don’t her to face this alone. She isn’t alone and she knows she isn’t. You are a good daughter.
My hall light burned out, so I put in a maintenance request. They guy was here in 15 minutes! 
He replaced both hall lights, and now it’s so nice and bright, I want to sit in the hall and read. No idea when blinds man will show up, but I’m looking forward to that, too. It’s the little things…
Woke up to serious joint pain in hands again, so I had to resort to the nuclear option: small doses of prednisone and oxy. Loathe 'em both, but hopefully one dose is all it takes.
Mumpers, I need advice.With a special, custom made contact lens, I can see almost normally (in one eye). Only one company makes 'em. My old lens died, but I had a spare. The spare was wildly screwed up, though, so Melissa, the CCL person at the eye clinic, ordered another on 7/22. She said the new one should be in by 8/4, and she’d call. No call from M, so I called on 8/11. She was snippy and said she’d CALL when it ARRIVED. Meanwhile, I’m walking around in a blur. I called again on 8/22 and asked her to call the company to find out what the holdup is. She hasn’t called back. Her outgoing VM says she returns calls within 24 hours–not that she ever has.
I’m not sure who Melissa’s supe is, but I’m not trying to get her in trouble, and I’d rather not have a bad relationship with M. The CCL company’s website makes it clear they deal with providers only, not patients. (They also claim they ship the lenses the next day. Hah!) I really feel powerless, and damn, I’m sick of the blur. What should I do?
wordy, listen to Nurse Boo, and don’t feel guilty. If you missed the meeting to be with Mom, you’d make her feel guilty. Hm, am I trying to guilt you into not feeling guilty? 
Why, yes, yes I am. Mom and sis have the situation covered. Go forth and guilt no more.
You call that powerful? Making me get up out of a comfortable, warm bed covered in kitties to pee at 3am…THAT’S the power of water!
Thanks, guys - that helps.
I’m going to head off and eat the soup shoe’s Pho comments inspired me to get. In this case, it’s broccoli cheddar, but it’ll work!
Talky, I’m with Boo, (well, not literally), Mom’s a grown up and so is sis. They can handle it. You need to take care of your own obligations.
That would be a good subject for an MMP, or a more mundane thread. “Impressive places I’ve been.”
The kids who bought our house have been sending pictures of all the work they’re doing. I’m embarrassed. We lived in that house for 33 years and I should have done some of those things. In my defense, we didn’t have the money, but still…
Now I feel guilty.
{ waves around the magic No More Guilt wand }
Nurse Boo says: no house guilt! The new buyers would have just done over your work to their liking. This way that money you had to get your new place.
Yeah! What she ^^ said!!
It is a soggy day in far western Mitten State, for those who follow the various weather reports. It (apparently) rained at some point between “gorging on pho” and “it’s NOON shit I gotta get up” and has started raining again.
Poor Monkey, I got him all excited about going out, he wandered off for two minutes, then shot back into the house, damp & cranky. It wasn’t raining when I opened the door, but I guess it started right up again shortly thereafter.
Don’t feel too bad for ol’ Monks, he got to chase many tossed treats around instead.
So 80% of the people were late, SSLAW#1 was sulking most of the day(and when it wasn’t, there was a cricket spill), all the clerks had to do non clerk things*, and they cleaned out one of the motor boxes, so we had to damage out some old stuff from..February 2020. So another long day. Plus, I didn’t get my senior discount today. Lucky I have Matlock’s number taped to the handset of my rotary phone.
culing up in the fetal position and wailing and gnashing my teeth is too a plan!
We can make fun of the day walkers together now. 
What BBBoo said.
I’d maybe call the supe, nellie. It doesn’t sound like you have a good relationship with M right now anyways
*no snowballs. 
Like, someone was shipping live crickets (hey, it happens!) and the box broke open?!?
Uh, it’s been so long since I’ve had any oxycodone that I forgot I’m supposed to take it with food. I’ve since eaten, but ick, that too-many-rides-on-the-Tilt-o-Whirl feeling is still there–one of the many reasons I hate oxy. This, too, shall pass, hopefully without me talking to Ralph on the big white phone.
shoe, if I were you, I’d get the horse-trough size pho next time and live on the leftovers for a couple days.
B-b-but I want to have a good relationship with her. I’m always very nice–almost obsequious–when I speak with her. If I ever got kidnapped, I’d have Stockholm Syndrome before they even stashed me in the trunk. If she got snippy because I called when the lens was a week late, imagine what she’d be like if I went over her head. * Quit writhing while I stick in this sandpaper contact, you little wimp.*
I think most of the problem is the company. Why does it take four weeks to ship a lens? It’s not like it’s handcrafted by Swiss artisans in a remote village on the Matterhorn or anything.
Mom, hope the Sandman found Tobias so you could get some rest.
New personal best on my walk. 2.54 miles, 48:44, 3.18 mph.
I guess walking at mid-day instead of after irk is better.
On Woof Trax, I went from #10 in my ‘community’ (Level 12) to #8 (Level 14) in quite a short time. The person in the 7th position is at Level 21, so I’ll stay in the eight slot probably at least forever. Since I started using Woof Trax, I’ve made 79 walks and covered 172.0 miles.
Afternoon all. 500 calories pedaled away, then put back on with a sammich and Pepsi. Also did some shopping while I was out in my new knee-length gym shorts, I still can’t make up my mind if I like them or not…at least I don’t have to worry about my underwear showing with them…
Now you put me in a dilemma, most of them are overseas and I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging, so I’ll limit myself to the USA for now. And even there: The Grand Tetons and Yellowstone National Park are spectacular, Carlsbad Caverns/Mammoth Cave are worthy destinations (be sure to go back at dusk to see the bats fly out of the Carlsbad Caverns). And near the Grand Canyon, the Meteor Crater is off the beaten path but is well worth a visit IMHO.
talkie, who am I to disagree with BBBoo, JtC, and nellie? Mom (with Sis’s help) can do this and you need to take care of your own life too. She’ll do just fine; as will you with the new folks.
nellie, I’d give Mellissa one more try, then elevate if you think it is required. But even if you go over her head, be kind (you will be).
quietly, being one with a bladder that is an ‘early to rise’ believer, I knoweth what you mean.
OK, need to get ready, soccer is in about an hour and that will last past 7pm and then I need to consider something for dinner. All y’all take care.
He finally fell asleep in the swing, till FCD phoned and the ring woke him. Not his fault, but I was not happy. So after I changed his britches, I rocked him and he fell asleep on me for another hour. I was able to read as he slept.
I delivered both kids to their mom, then stopped for Chinese food for supper. I could barely finish half of it, do I have lunch for tomorrow. Speaking of the morrow, mowage in the morning. But for now, max chillage before sleeping with Mel.