In the 30s this morning as a cold front moves back in. We’re supposed to get an inch of rain tomorrow, possibly with some early freezing on the highways.
We celebrated our 33rd anniversary by doing a giant load of laundry (three machines worth). Dinner will be leftover brown rice and asparagus risotto. Do we know how to celebrate or what?
Well, the bathrooms have been cleaned; I don’t know if they would meet the Mom’s Seal Of Approval, but much dirt has been removed and stuff has been put in it’s proper location (for about 30 minutes or so) and it does look better than before. Was so pleased with myself I did the spare Bathroom too. Now, tomorrow, I am thinking about the kitchen area, which is going to be much more work, but feeling fairly confident about it.
Have finished soup-n-sammich and working on my 2nd apple-a-day, then will set the dishwasher and head over to the gym for a bit, but must remember to put the garbage out to the curb tonight.
JtC, good advice for flyboy. As for noisy roofs, the gym’s sauna is right below the heavy weightlifting area so often while sweating quietly in there, we hear a big BOOM! and the roof shakes a little. I expect a barbell (and a weightlifter) to come crashing through one of these days…
Knots, had the same type of windows put in as replacements, of course that means I have to raise the blinds and actually clean them…one of these days…
Taters, best wishes to Husband-unit and may his recovery be swift and positive.
FCM, I’m more like FCD, I get a ‘cheap’ option from my Vision Insurance and then spend a couple hundred on a nice set.
Shoe, spare pockets are always nice, problem is I leave stuff in them and then can’t find it again…
We are at Defcon 1…
Nut, some folks just can’t do things early, they have to wait for the last minute…or a few minutes later…to do things.
Cookie, Had to laugh at the “Celebration”. I remember when my birthday is but frankly replying to all the You Tube well-wishers can be a PITA sometimes. (Here, not so bad). But Happy Almost 1/3 of a Century Anniversary!
And as noon approaches, time to get the stuff back in the bathrooms (moppage should be dry by now) and head out to the sweatin’ place.
Howdy!
The Quilter has returned and the princess dog is beside herself with joy. Surprisingly, the air travel was basically normal and there were no delays. We three got back home Monday afternoon and all had nap attacks until evening.
Yesterday we did adulting and errands, got everything put where it goes, and we’re prepared to deal with the three big boxes of gear & equipment & stuff she shipped home, when it arrives.
Today is another beautiful day. Overcast and cool so far, with a forecast high of near-record 83 ferrets and a too-warm 60 at night. Coffee this morning was Lion Original in the pour-over. The Quilter doesn’t drink coffee; can you imagine?
This is a product plug. Is that allowed? : My order of Lion Hawaiian coffee arrived. They have a new item, instant coffee, and I ordered some to try. It’s not bad at all, better than any of the instant I have on hand including Starbuck’s Via. It doesn’t taste like brewed coffee, but for instant it’s the best I’ve had. Disclaimer: I’ve been trading with Lion for forty years and very much wanted to like this instant, so I expect my opinion is biased.
We’ll have a calmer day today. Quilter has to do something on the internet and I’ll do canine enrichment. This afternoon we’ll load up the princess dog and go into town to do early voting by turns. I need to stop at the hardware and get some chicken wire and cow poop. It’s all cheaper at Tractor Supply, but we’re boycotting them, which is a huge inconvenience so we feel quite virtuous about it.
Most of my spring straightening up happens in the yard and the gardens. Indoors I swap out to summer linens on the bed, and clean and pack away winter clothes and drag out the summer garments.
And because I’m home the most, and it bothers me the most, I’m in charge of pest control. So there’s: spraying in and out for the small ants; traps for the carpenter ants; traps for the fruit flies; traps for the moths; bait for the fire ants; plugging carpenter bee holes in the eaves; hanging the mosquito screens; insecticide for the clothing, shoes, boots, gear and dog; and the evening patrol to make sure not one crumb of food or drop of water is accessible overnight to the bugs. Ahhh, country life.
Awesome!
Looks like y’all have a princess dog, too.
I have never seen a better description of the nail-clipping ordeal.
Perfect! I work with miniatures so most of my stuff is oorts and I keep it in plastic shoeboxes and peanut butter jars. I kinda have a lot.
Others see a pen spring, the plastic window from an envelope, a tiny bottle that held a perfume sample.
I see a part for my Mad Scientist Lab, a frosted windowpane, and the globe for a lamp.
It’s a strange dance, isn’t it? Reading the news and having these mad swings between hope and despair.
Some wise words I saw on a t-shirt: “Youth is wasted on the young.”
If not toy, why toy-shaped?
My friend keeps goats and we get to take the fresh wisteria trimmings (among other things) over to her farm and feed them to the goats. It’s so much fun and makes the trimming seem less of a chore.
I do, too. I was raised Whiskeypalian (whenever three or four are gathered, a fifth will be in the midst of them), in what we used to call a “high church” with “smells and bells” (incense and pageantry and soloists) for big services and it was beautiful. I’m religiously unaffiliated now, but I have many good memories of church.
They’re chef pants. Problem solved!
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I’ve never heard this before. (the 'net says it’s from rip-it, rip-it) lmao
Since I’ve spent way more time ripping thread than sewing it, I’m glad to know there’s an official term.
We’ve made a house rule: nothing comes in unless something else goes out. Somehow this house became the Old Family Heirloom Storage Facility for eight or so kin-groups and it’s just too much. No More Stuff!
this is neat! ↩︎
No slumber party tonight. Friend’s eye got scratched somehow. Her GOOD eye. She needs cornea transplants eventually and right now can’t see much with the scratch. Eye doctor is seeing her later today and she will spend another night in the horsepital. Poor woman. She lost her husband in February and now this.
Actually, it wasn’t the slackers… Said department head has been travelling a load lately, largely in China for a project. Quite a few of the people affected have been either off or working overseas.
Also, they send out these messages every year, though the training often doesn’t get updated and is often completely irrelevant- like one of them was based around the laws on using AI to process medical data, even though no one onsite actually works with medical data. People complain and ignore it every year, but they’ve never previously done anything more than send someone from HR round to grump at them when the deadline has been missed.
I don’t know what they were thinking to actually cut access off like that without having any plan in place to reinstate it, given how many people work internationally…
I can’t begin to tell you how much I enjoyed the mental image (and audio).
You forgot the balloon animals.
Well, we know JtC can handle those guys.
The number of times I’ve fished around for a Sharpie and come up with a forgotten lollipop …
Oh, my gawds. How miserable.
My family couldn’t believe that we didn’t have a big celebration for our 25th, or 30th, or 40th. For a while, we had our own tradition where we went to a Japanese steak house on or near our anniversary, then even that went by the by. In 2024 MIL died the day after our anniversary (tho I’m sure FCD won’t remember the exact date) and that and this last anniversary passed pretty much without a to-do. That’s just the way we roll.
Ahem. I get my morning caffeine in the way God intended - from Diet Coke!!!
Never learned to like coffee, tho I do likes me some Kahlua.
Despite not needing a big grocery shop, I still spent around $100 between the 2 stores, and the only meat I bought was deli ham and turkey packages at Aldi. Of course $24 was for Diet Coke on sale… Supper will be salad.
I still need to change the bed linens - guess I should get on that before more attitude sets in.
Just three more days until coffee. Mmm… coffee…
Therapy was good today. My heart leapt when she addressed me by my real name. I told her about using she/her pronouns and how that felt. We also talked about the legal situation in Tennessee, which is… not good. We also talked about safe places. I want to thank you all for making the MMP a safe space. Oh, and she thought “Mollie Magill” was a cute moniker.
Eh. We’re humans, there are occasional minor kerfluffles. But the MMP is basically a bunch of folks who kinda-sorta know each other, when our memory kicks in, sometimes, and we do give unsolicited advice and occasionally helpful tips/links … when we remember, after wandering off to find said link, and … what the hell did I walk in here for?
You deserve nothing less, darling.
A balloon dog? Hang on, I have a purple balloon here somewhere…