We picked up FIL’s ashes and the death certificates. They put the wrong birth date - they got March right but the wrong day and they put 1935 instead of 1930. Dammit. We didn’t check before leaving the funeral home, so FCD is on the phone now trying to get it corrected. Dammit.
Since FIL was a veteran, we also got a flag. I think FCD will make a display box for it. Maybe. Being a Marine wasn’t a big part of his life, so his mom may not even care.
On the plus side, we went to Famous Dave’s for a BBQ lunch.
Howdy Y’all! Candles were dutifully taken care of and then we were bears who brunch. Then it was back to da cave where major sloth and nappage have ensued. I feel the need for rum (must be my inner pirate!) so a rum and diet poopsie (don’t gag, it’s good!) shall be day drank shortly. Hmmm… it’s almost four o’clock now and it’s Firday so I guess that would count as a happy hour rather than day drinkin’.
MOOOOOOM we change the sheets weekly. Actually, we launder and put the same sheets back on the bed weekly. When those sheets look too worn, another set of sheets (we have several still in the package) gets laundered and put on the bed. Like JtC said, guest room sheets get washed when someone sleeps on 'em and then put back on the bed. Sorry info is wrong on the death certificates. Hope it can be fixed soonest.
CupCakes ouchie! I’d suggest a baked nummy but I bet they get a lot of those from you already. I like JtC’s suggestion of a donation to Heifer International or to a charity they are fond of if you know what that would be.
I chopped two heaping wheelbarrowsful of firewood and put it onto the covered stack today, instead of my 3-mile walk. An hour and a half workout instead of an hour’s walk. It’s after 15 o’clock, so I think I’ll log out of work, have a shower and a shave, and see what The Missus wants to do for dinner.
We have found no sign of mouse infestation. It must have been a very depressed mouse that thought suicide was the only answer. We kinda figure that any little critter that breaks into a cage full of cats probably should be removed from the gene pool.
oopsie, it must be banana day. I don’t often buy them, but when I was at Kroger today, the organic 'nanners called out my name, so I bought 2.
Wow JtC! Not only does GG entertain you for his keep, but he also mouses. Good cat!
Ouch baker! I hope that you heal well. The only suggestion for a gift for Sis and BIL other than Heifer International would be something handmade from a local craftsperson or artist.
Houseirk and laundry are done and groceries bought. Eating a supper of sweet potato hash browns and a hamburger with havarti cheese in a whole wheat pita for supper with one of those organic 'nanners for dessert. Such excitement!
Tomorrow evening, SIL and I are going to Zoolumination for the lunar new year celebration. We’ve decided that some good Thai food late in the afternoon would be a prelude.
Thank you for the idea~I’ll try it. I am a side sleeper, preferring the side opposite the current outlaw knee, so that might just work. Sure worth trying.
Today I drove to and from my literacy teaching and pivoting my leg juuuuust enough to ease up on the gas pedal and hover over the brake pedal caused me to gasp every time. This knee may get taken to the dr sooner than the other one. Meanwhile, I’m keeping my walker and cane nearby.
That’s how I shredded the other knee-snagged my toe under the edge of a rug runner my friend had in their hall. Tore all 3 major ligaments without spilling the bowl of spaghetti I was carrying. Ended all my hopes for a career in the NBA.
Hey, one of my favorite drinks is rum and Diet Coke. That is a debonair drink of discernment and sophistication.
Very good suggestions. I have good feelings for people who donate to schools to pay off school lunch deficits so kids can eat a solid meal at school. Pick a favorite school of theirs or yours and do it in their name.
The breed is known for their mad hunting skillz which could account for it. Hubs says what happened was that GG was just hanging out when the suicidal mouse hit him on the tail and told GG “Don’t like it? Bite me!” and GG did.
I don’t think there was any stalking involved, I think the dark gray mouse ran across the white catio floor and GG pounced because of course he did.
We haven’t fully emptied our pantry shelves since we moved in, it was good to have a reason to pull everything out, check best by dates and wipe the surfaces down.
This is an excellent idea, thank you. I think I’m going to go to the elementary school on Monday and write them a check.
I’ve got some money numbers now, I’m going to start work on the first grant in the morning. The community center needs 9 grand a month to be able to go back to providing MOW. That really isn’t that much money in the philanthropy (speeled that right the first time, go me!) world so I’m fairly sure I can make it happen. I’ve found a roofing company that will do both roofs for half the cost of the materials and I’ve found a way to ask Lowes for the materials, but need to wait until Monday to contact them. I’ll be busy next week, then I’ll spend a bunch of time waiting for other people before another busy streak.
Hubby is off at the doctor’s, finally (I hope) getting help for his depression. Earlier this week he was expressing suicidal thoughts and agreed that he needed help. This afternoon he came in and said he was feeling much better, so did he really need help? Yes, he does. He got distressed again as we talked through it, which I’m simultaneously kicking myself for and reminding myself that the entire conversation was a perfect example of why he needs help. I hope he followed through when he got there.
Happy Friday everyone! I’m not sure how we got to Friday so quickly…
Yarrrrr! We went down to The Beach for a couple of their excellent New York strips, salads, and Manhattans. I’d only eaten porridge, and The Missus had only eaten yoghurt with granola, eight hours previously, so I was pretty hungry. Good dinner.
Boy, do I feel like a jerk now. I am sorry for being so insensitive, I know suicide isn’t a joking matter and I had no business ascribing human emotions and feelings to a mouse. I am very sorry.
Chilly morning at the park. It was 44 degrees but very windy.
I wasn’t dressed right as I wasn’t sure we were going.
Yesterday was Lucy (now Petey) Dad’s birthday, so today there was cake, apple with pecans.
I’m not sure if we’ll go back tomorrow. Ripple was bleeding a little from his incision, so probably should give him a little more time. Since we haven’t been for a while, all the other dogs ran to greet mine and Ripple got jostled a bit.
He was so happy though. All three were, they really needed to see their friends.
Got more paperirk from the estate today
What a PITA company. It was the one that wouldn’t tell us who the beneficiaries were so we thought the Trust was the beneficiary.
Nope, it’s the other account we were looking for.
It’s not part of the Trust.
I didn’t get much done today, but I irked and it was really busy.
I am exhausted.
I am also very very upset with myself.
I had a PT appointment today and thought I didn’t. They called me to see if I was okay.
I’m upset, I don’t like missing things, and I’ve been fucking up a lot lately.
I’m surprised irk hasn’t come down on me.
Last week I forgot I was scheduled to irk and they had to call me. My son called me as I was leaving PT and said irk keeps calling you. Then I got caught behind an accident. I may had been about 10 minutes late, but ended up being a half hour late. I had a small assignment to do and totally forgot it.
I messed up my shift today, but fortunately caught it in time.
We get a courtesy call 2 minutes before we are supposed to log in. The call woke me up this morning, so I waw able to log in on time.
I’ve forgotten to put stuff in the microwave and then turned it on.
Just fucking up a lot of stuff lately.
JtC, we went to my dad’s in Indiana Nelson’s first Thanksgiving. Sis was there with Nelson’s mother Fifi (rat terrier - corgi cross) and his little brother (same father, mothers are littermates to each other and had pups 2 weeks apart). A mouse got into Dad’s 1860 house behind the dryer. Fifi and Nelson went nuts. She finally caught it, giving Nelson lessons while doing it. Since then, Nelson has killed a vole when let off leash in the yard to play with the neighbor dogs. I was kinda proud of the little guy.
sari, was Petey named for this guy ? Also, have you considered possible depression issues with everything that’s been going on in the last year? Hugs to you.
Hello, everyone. I have very little going on here. I did some laundry, went to the gym, hung a new shower curtain liner. I change my sheets every two weeks. I shower in the evening, so I’m clean when I go to bed. Also, when I was a wee lassie, Mom only washed sheets every two weeks because there were six of us, and back then, sheets and pillowcases had to be ironed. We were clean and well-groomed, so I figure bi-weekly is OK.
JtC, I was pretty excited about GG’s act of derring-do and think he should get credit even if it was really a case of derring-don’t. I mean, this may be the closest the salmon-phobic marshmallow gets to heroism and glory.
Oh, no, cupcake! That sounds really painful. I’m glad it doesn’t require surgery. Are you on crutches? Also a third “aye” for Heifer, International.
FCM. how aggravating the funeral home screwed up on the death certificate! My dad was a WWII vet, so we also got the flag. I choked up, and when they got to the “grateful nation” part, I sobbed, even though Dad loathed his time in the army–actually maybe because Dad hated being in the army. What will you do with the flag if FCD decides against the display box?
I appreciate this. Why do I get such a kick out of what you and OYKW have for dinner?
Please do take it in. Too bad you can’t drop it off and get a loaner.
Oopsie, one of the great things about dogs is that they understand even when they don’t understand.
This is why I don’t believe that humans “domesticated” cats (they didn’t) because they were good mousers. They already had rat terriers and those lil guys are freaking fearless. Rat terriers are also active hunters while cats hide and stalk. Much as I love cats, I’d bet on the rat terrier to win a mouse catching contest with any cat.
Laughing with you He got lots of praise and a hairball treat when hubs took the mouse away. I broke out a new furry ball and GG was happy again.
My father was buried at a VA cemetery and they asked for flag donations. Dad’s flag was raised on the anniversary of his death and flown until it needed to be retired, and was then respectfully burned. It sounded like this was a national program (donated flags being flown on a specific day in someone’s honor) so that would be my suggestion for a good place to donate an unneeded American flag.
Sari, I’m also wondering about depression. You’ve been going through a whole bunch and haven’t seemed to be doing any self care. Too bad you can’t explain to Ripple why he has to be careful with his wound cause I know he’s going to be missing his pack time.
